Sanders' Sides Oneshots

Party (Prince x Anxiety)

Requested. I am so sorry this has taken me so long. 

A party. Anxiety had never liked parties, and never really wanted to go to one, but Thomas was going and pretty much decided for all of them. 

What did people even do at parties? He had no idea, but, he did know that he could invite someone as a date. He wasn't sure how that worked either, or if he would even ask anyone. 

He did have someone he wanted to ask, though. Of course, he was already going, but perhaps things would go differently if Anxiety asked Roman to go as his date. He had thought about it a lot, had imagined a scenario where Roman accepted and they hung out together all night, doing whatever people did at parties. Dancing? He wasn't very good at that, so he hoped not. 

Most of the scenarios he imagined tended to involve him being rejected, though. He knew that a lot of the things he came up with likely wouldn't happen, and he knew he was over exaggerating, but the thought of asking him really was terrifying. He also knew that there was also the slightest chance that Roman would agree. He really wanted to take the chance, especially if that may be the outcome, but was still very nervous about it. 

He had tried everything he could think of to be more confident in asking. He had practiced doing so in front of the mirror, which was very embarrassing. He had also asked for advice on asking, although he refused to say who exactly it was he wanted to ask(While Patton always kept their best interest in mind he also was not the best at keeping secrets). He had tried many more things, none of which helped to make him any less nervous. 

After a while of trying to figure out ways to ask, Anxiety decided that if he waited too long to do it perfectly, it would never happen. It was best to stumble through his question rather than never ask it, because he was so scared of messing up. So, when he saw Roman later that day, he tried his best to get his question out. 

He stumbled over his words so much he couldn't be understood, and talked so slowly, delaying asking, that he never completely got the question out anyways. Roman just stood there patiently and listened to his indecipherable babbling, curious as to why he seemed so nervous and awkward. After a while of avoiding the question completely, Anxiety paused in the middle of his sentence and sighed. 

"Never mind." He shook his head, and darted out of the room before Roman could even realize he had stopped talking. 

**** 

Later on that day, after Anxiety had beat himself up for how badly his attempt had gone, he decided to try again. This time, he would be straight to the point, and just ask the question as soon as he opened his mouth. He wouldn't delay it, and then it could all just be over. Either Roman would completely rip his heart out, or he would accept and they could both be happy at the party together. 

He approached Roman for the second time that day, greeting him as usual and apologizing for earlier. This time when he went to speak he managed to ask his question. 

The only problem was, he spoke so fast Roman hadn't been able to catch it. 

"Could you say that again?" He asked. By now Anxiety's heart was racing so fast he would be surprised if Roman couldn't hear it. He tried his best to ask again, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. 

"Would you be my date to the party?" He mumbled finally, staring at the ground. He took a nervous glance up at the other. Roman seemed confused. 

"I'm sorry, Anxiety." He started, and Anxiety flinched. He was being rejected, of course. 

"I still couldn't understand you. You're speaking too quietly." Oh. Anxiety paused for a moment. He shouldn't have jumped to a conclusion, of course, but Roman's response had terrified him, in that second that he believed he was being rejected and he realized he had been completely unprepared for what to say if that had happened. He had actually been feeling hopeful, and now he was doubting himself.