Prinxiety One Shots

Only Us

Honestly I didn't even listen to Dear Evan Hansen today but Only Us has been stuck in my head for... ever?
I'm always here for tree Bros parallels but Zoe and Evan is pretty wholesome too (even if it's just lies)

Unrelated notes: 1) i mean I've spent like a week trying to write this at least and I'm at 2.74K? Huh? Whom? When? 2) it's only twelve forty and I can't tell if I should be tired or not but I'm really channeling the "permanently exhausted pigeon" vibe right now so like I'm kinda tired but whatever 3) I'm depressy rn for reasons I'd rather not say but comments always make me feel better (not b8 I swear)

Prepare for utter illiteracy

Virgil's POV
I collapsed on my bed and hid my face in my hands. I can't believe I kissed Roman. For no good reason. After all of this tragedy he's going through. (I was like "well who died" and I think the only logical response is Logan why do I have such a fixation on him being dead) I'm such a dumbass. Roman, whether he knew it or not, had been pretty much the only thing pulling me through high school. And I've ruined the progress I made.

Whatever possessed me to fucking kiss Roman makes me want to die. All I had to do was not lean forward and maybe I wouldn't hate myself so much right now. Maybe he wouldn't hate me.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes before sitting up. My phone buzzed as I started to notice a ghost of a headache that must have either been caused by self-hatred or dehydration. (K but stay hydrated the crackhead 1AM mood is caring for yourself)

Roman Prince:
Can we talk?
Meet me at the park.

I groaned. Great. Now he was going to tell me to get out of his life and stay out. Or maybe he had figured out the emails and he was going to humiliate me before telling everyone about all of my lies.

I pulled on my shoes as my thoughts spun with the possibilities of what he might want to talk about. I put on my hoodie as I walked out the door. The park was only a short walk away, so I got there before he did. Maybe he just wanted me to sit here and he would never even show up, just leaving me out here alone.

"Hey, Virgil," he said awkwardly. I looked up from the piece of fuzz from the inside of my hoodie I had briefly been inspecting before flicking it aside. My heart skipped a beat. He always looked gorgeous, but even more so now. The sun was just starting to set and he looked even more beautiful in this light. Golden hour is truly a blessing.

"Oh. Hi." He stood there awkwardly for a minute as I refused to make eye contact.

"Can I sit here?" I scooted over on the bench to make room. "So... about what happened..." he trailed off.

"I'm sorry."

"No, it's just... unexpected." What a kind way of saying unwanted.

"Sorry," I said again. It was just a reflex. I had gotten so used to being wrong that I would rather apologize in advance even if I was right.

"You don't have to be sorry. It... wasn't necessarily bad. I just wish it had happened differently."

"Oh." I couldn't even process the idea that that had been anything but awful for him. I barely even let myself register it as a possibility.

"So... I don't know where to go from here. I had meant to plan out something profound to say, but I really can't think of anything. So..." He trailed off and I wish I had something profound to fill the deafening silence with.

"So what are you saying?" I couldn't look at him. If he could see the hope in my eyes, he'd leave. I wouldn't blame him. I'm riding this wave of popularity from his brother's suicide and I'm using it to spend time with him. I'm a sick person. He seemed to be pausing to gather his thoughts, but I couldn't tell. He sighed before starting to sing.