Roman was bored. It was pretty rare, but he was bored. So he started thinking about things. Like, Anxiety. Prince knew by now he had feelings for him. How could he confess? A story? No. A painting? No. A video? Definetly not.
Oh. He could do a poem.
Prince thought about what he could write in the poem. Would he do a haiku? No no Anxiety wouldn't understand.
A simple poem, Roman decided. How could he start it.
Aha.
He slipped it under Anxiety's door when Roman was sure Anxiety wasn't there.
Anxiety walked back to his room to see Roman slipping into his room, giggling. Anxiety thought about how cute he was when he giggled. Then he brushed the hair out of his face and pushed the thought out of his mind. He opened his door and slipped on the piece of paper with a loud thud.
He looked at what had tripped him.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You only shop at hot topic,
But you're still cute
" ROMAN "
A/N: This is so short I can't even. Whatever. I will have better story lines I swear.
