Before we begin, I am sooooo sorry that this took so long, I seriously have no excuse except for that I'm lazy and nothing seemed to inspire me to write.  Which is the dumbest excuse because I really do love this story and that alone should be inspiration enough.  

Part two of before we begin:  just to clarify, this chapter starts on the morning of the fair day.  So it will not be taking place after the last two chapters, but at the same time.  If this doesn't make sense to you, I hope you are able to put it together by the writing.  Let's get into it!

(Virgil's POV)

Logan woke me up this morning.  I don't necessarily remember him coming into my room, but suddenly I was awake on a Saturday with no person or thing to blame except my roommate.  I covered my head with my dark purple pillow, and was tempted to go back to sleep, but the smell of brewing coffee drifted into my room and pulled me out of bed.

I walked into the kitchen in a pair of black joggers and my black hoodie.  I glanced at Logan who was reading some book.  He muttered a greeting at me and I squinted at him a bit.

"Why am I awake again?"  I ask groggily, wishing I was still in the sanctuary of my blankets.  I heard Logan sigh as I prepare my coffee.

"Because you and Roman are coming to the festival with Patton and I today,"  He looked at me leaning  back in his chair.  I squinted at him again, trying to force the sleep out of my eyes.

"Yeah, but... why???"  I asked whining a little.

"Because he is your soulmate and it is a good opportunity for you to get to know each other, " Logan tried to explain, but I still did not see the point of getting up on a Saturday, "As preposterous as soul mates are, you are stuck with him for the rest of your life, so the more positive associations you make with him, the easier it will be to come to terms with it."  Logan finished.

I raked my hands through my hair and buried my head in my arms on the table.  I mumbled my response through my sleeves.  "So me and Roman are crashing you and Patton's date to get to know each other even though we're soulmates and we are destined to enjoy each others' company?"  I raised an eyebrow as I looked for Logan's reaction.  He groaned and rolled his eyes.  I smirked at my victory of irritating him.  I've been teasing him about Patton being his boyfriend for a while now.  It's mostly for entertainment, but I do kinda ship it.

"Roman and I, not me and Roman," he corrected my grammatical error before continuing, "and it's not a date.  You know that I feel that dating is pointless when all that matters is one person.  Patton is simply joining me at an event which he already planned on going to, and helping me find that person I'm actually supposed to spend my time with."  

"Sure pal, sure,"  I laughed a bit, Logan frowned, I started counting factors on my fingers of how the are such a couple "meet a guy, he invites you to an event, spends the entire week with you after he gets off work, has his own spot behind your desk, and you dress up for him,"  I pause just to mess with him, "for your date."  He just looked at me like I had grown a pair of horns.

"I'm not dressed up,"  he said blankly.

OK kids.  This is something you need to know about Logan.  He always dresses formal when going anywhere.  See, he never goes anywhere that you wouldn't dress nicely for.  The guy only goes to meusems and stuff.  He doesn't know what fun is.  If someone told me that he was wearing jeans I would laugh in their face.  But here before my very eyes is Logan Seach (Idk where I got that last name from lol...) wearing blue jeans and a grey button up with NO TIE.  I REPEAT.  HE IS NOT WEARING A TIE.

"Oh, please.  Any other day you have off you'd be in pajama pants and a Doctor Who shirt or something.  Any day you don't have off you're in a tie and dress pants.  You look normal for him,"  I rebuttal, "I'm surprised you even own jeans,"  I added with a smirk.  He scrunched his face before attempting to defend himself.

"I'm going to a festival, dress pants are too formal and pajama pants are inappropriate,"  I watched him get up and bring his coffee cup to the sink, I laughed from behind him to rile him up more.

"Yeah, going to a festival that you would never go to with anyone else, and nothing is 'too formal' for you,"  I grinned as he turned around and faced me, his face adorning the annoyance I was causing him.  He started to walk towards his room to escape me which made me feel great.  "I win."  I stated with enough smartass-ness in my pitch to make Logan spin around and screech. 'Falsehood!' which just made me laugh harder.  Logan looked like he wanted to continue to argue which I was all for because the was just too fun, but the door bell rang.  I felt my smile drop in confusion.  It was now Logan's turn to wear a smug face as he turned to answer the door.

I stayed in the kitchen, but strained my ears to listen for Logan and the unidentified guest.  I messed with my hair, but I was still a complete mess with out my foundation and eyeshadow.  I  tried to reason out that it was probably just a delivery guy or something, and I would have to do absolutely no socializing for now.  I was about to go back to my coffee when I heard an overly confident and princely voice I knew all too well.  I knocked over my coffee as I leapt out of my chair to get to the door.  

In the three seconds it took to get to the door, a million thought flooded my mind.  Why am I running to the door?  Shouldn't I be hiding?  Stop trying to get to Roman and run to make yourself presentable!  I'm not wearing makeup!  How much do I care?  Do I care?  YES I care.  Why do I care?   I'm in my PAJAMAS.  Virgil STOP!  Everything in me was screaming at me to not go to the door, but my feet got there first.

"ROMAN???"  I got to the door to see my soulmate leaning against the entryway.  "What are you doing here???"  Logan started to walk away.

"I told him to meet us here."  I glared him as he walked away.  

I heard Roman call me kitten and I turned to snap at him, "Don't."  Roman was smiling at me, "call me kitten," I snapped at him before focusing on Logan.  "Logan, why did you tell him to come over?  And why didn't you wake me up earlier!?"  I never thought those words would come out of my mouth, but I was a mess and needed more time to get ready before humans were aloud to see me. (Logan doesn't count)

"Because you hate waking up,"  Logan replied matter-of-factly and then his expression turned smug.  "and you would have had plenty of time to change if you weren't arguing with me about Patton,"  He smirked as he started to take the victory of our ongoing banter, but my soul mate was quick to win it back for me.

"OOH, so how is your boyfriend?"  I glanced up at Roman to see him grinning mischievously.  Logan's smugness left and he groaned, "I see you're all dressed for him and everything,"  Roman managed to say before Logan cut him off.

"I am NOT dressed up for anyone!  How do you even know about that?!"  Logan looked immensely frustrated.  I chuckled.

"I have to rant to someone don't I,"  it wasn't a lie.  I was pretty much a master at concealing emotions, but they're usually negative ones.  I don't know what to do with good feelings so I need someone to talk to, and Logan was off the plate for this particular subject.  "And who was the one that said I needed to spend more time with my soul mate again?"  I paused as Logan frowned, "Oh yeah!"  I feigned a surprise look, "You." I jabbed a finger and then crossed my arms over my chest.   I leaned against the wall to solidify the confidence of my win.  My smirk fell from my face quickly as I felt arms wrap me up.  It took half a moment to figure out it was Roman pulling me to his chest.  

"And we totally ship it,"  Roman said to Logan.  I cringed at the word 'we' as I squirmed out of his arms.  A pang of guilt rushed through me as I saw Roman's cocky grin falter for a moment.  

It's not that I don't like Roman.  He's a little too full of himself, but he hasn't done much to prove himself as a bad person.  I just have problems with getting close to people, especially when it's not exactly on your own terms.  Part of me wanted to get close to him and hope that he'd be able to accept me for who I am and who I was, but the much larger part of me is screaming that it's not worth it.  Even if 'destiny' says that we're perfect, I can't bring myself to trust it.  

The sound of a door shutting snapped me out of my thoughts.  "Wait, where'd Logan go?"  I glanced up at Roman for an answer, but just saw him staring at me.  I snapped my gaze away from him to hide my face and my now warming cheeks.  

"You have freckles,"  Roman said almost to himself.  My face heated more.  I hated them.  I always wore foundation to cover them and black eyeshadow over that. "Why don't you show them off?"  Roman said quietly.  I looked back at him, but didn't say anything.  He looked somewhere between a sad puppy and complete adoration and I did not know why or how to respond to it.  

"s-sorry"  I choked out.  Roman seemed to snap out of it and looked at me in shock.  I looked at him feeling just as confused as he looked.

"Why are you sorry?"  Roman was no longer quiet and actually laughed as he asked the question.

I shook my head and backed into the kitchen while I answered.  "I, uh, I'm not ready.  A-at all,"  I rubbed at the back of my neck.  "So, uh, sorry you have to see me like this..."  I cleaned up the coffee I spilt when Roman got here and picked up a new cup and took a sip as Roman took his sweet time answering.  

"I think you're beautiful,"  Roman said flatly.  I choked on the fresh coffee I had just gotten and stared at him in shock.    

Roman walked over to me and I braced for him to wrap me up or something like he always does, but he just grabbed my hand.   I saw our pendants go back to the bright pink they were when we first met.  They did that now; now that we've met.  They go back to normal, showing our soulmates' emotions, but any physical contact turned them bright pink.  

"Trust me," Roman said.  He didn't meet my eyes but looked at my hand which he was holding, "I'm not blind.  I know you don't like me, and I know the idea of 'us' makes you stop in your tracks... but just give me today.  Today to prove that I'm--that we're worth trying, with or with out a rock telling us so,"  Roman stepped back and let go of my hand.  His gem turned into a light salmon color and mine into a dark blue.  I blew out a breath I didn't know I was holding.  "Well, you should go get ready then," Roman stated, and he was back to his regular, loud, over-confident self.  "You should try and go the day without make-up.  I know it helps with self confidence and that's great, but I think your freckles are cute.  And besides..." Roman flashed a grin, "I like being able to see when you're blushing." 

This man is going to be the death of me, and I haven't even gotten to drink my coffee yet this morning.

Cringes at the terrible writing....

'Sup mates.  Yeah, I know, I suck.  This is a terrible way to end the chapter and I wanted to get the Prinxiety part of the fair in here too, but that was evidently not happening so now we have "We Ship It Part Two".  This took a ridiculously long time to make because I had to keep looking back at the first "We Ship It" to match up all of the dialogue correctly because as previously stated we are currently back to the start of the day at the fair, it is just from the Prinxiety POV.  Next chapter will be how Roman and Virgil spend their day at the fair.  Hope you guys enjoyed and I hope that the next chapter doesn't take nearly as long to publish as this one

Oh. and P.S.  comments seriously make my day so to anyone that has been commenting on previous chapters:  I love you so much!   I get to come out of class, check my phone, and little notifications of people talking about something I'm actually invested in (ya know, cause I don't have any friends who text me irl.  Wattpad is the best thing on my phone)  Sorry this is really long.....

Bye for realsies this time

-Sydnkowa <3