Sanders Sides Oneshots

Prinxiety -- Online Lover Pt.3

Word Count: 1200

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I finish it completely and work on the landscape until I physically can't because the sun has gone down and it's too dark now.

I slowly make my way back to my dorm, kind of dreading the following conversation "Princey" hasn't texted me, and I assume either one of two things will happen. One, (which is the more likely of the two) we break up and it's just permanently awkwardness until we graduate. Or two (the less likely option) we stay together, and actually do couple things like going on dates and stuff.

I sigh and brace myself for the worst when I open the door to our dorm. Luckily Roman isn't in the common area.

I go to my room and try to study for the upcoming art test. I hear the dear even Hansen soundtrack playing softly in Roman's room. Surprisingly it doesn't annoy me. I blame it on the volume, it's not blaring like it normally is.

"If I could tell her, tell her everything I see. If I could tell her, how she's everything to me. But we're a million worlds apart, and I don't know where to start. If I could tell her." The soundtrack plays.

I try to focus again, but my bloody mind won't let me concentrate on my textbook. I decide to go and make myself some coffee.

While it's making I squat on the counter, as any cryptic would. It's sort of comforting actually. Being perched on the edge of the counter. It makes me feel like Spiderman or something.

After I get my coffee I head back to my room. I pass my Roman's. I almost knock, what would I even say? "Hey Roman, I know you weren't what I expected, but I would like to actually try to date you because I know that I love at least some part of you." Hell no.

My anxiety gets the better of me, I retreat back to my room, closing the door probably a little bit too loud.

Roman's picture catches my eye. I added a holographic gold border around it so it's extra eye-catching.

Before I have the chance to think twice I rip the page out of my sketchbook I sneak back into the hallway silently and slide the drawing under Roman's door.

The soundtrack has stopped, so I assume he's asleep. With any luck I can avoid him for a few days. Although with my luck I'll sleep in again and have to interact with him tomorrow.

I meander around my room thoughts swirling in my head, would it really be that bad if I dated Roman?...I'm already dating Roman...Roman is Princey, and I'm dating Princey, so I'm dating Roman.

I try to shift my focus to studying or drawing, but both just end in me being frustrated.

I'm laying on the floor face down, completely done with life, when I hear a knock.

Cue panic.

No one ever knocks, no one ever comes in here besides me. It's just not a thing, I don't have any friends not online. That means it could only be one person.

I wince at the thought. Am I really ready to face him? Is he going to break up with me? Is he going to request a different roommate? I have no clue what waits for me the I open the door.

"Virgil?" Roman's voice asks softly. "Can I come in?"

I bite my lip and without using any air answer "Yes." I'l probably regret that. I sit up, since there's no purpose having an existential crisis now.

I'm still holding my breath when he goes in, closes the door, and sits criss cross opposite me.

"So you are Anxiety." Roman starts.