This was terribleness so I rewrote it! Please read the end bit if you can't be bothered to read the chapter xD
I don't know what time it is, but I'm currently making my way to Romans room. After what I saw in the imagination, I sort of.. Need to see him.
When I get to the door, I can't help but feel nervous. What if I interrupt something? What if he gets annoyed? Ok.. Shut up brain. I run a shaky hand through my hair one last time, and knock on the dark oak door belonging to the bright, creative trait.
I hear some shuffling from inside, before the subtle click of the door being unlocked, and the face of the beautiful man inside. Wait.. Beautiful?
"What if you saw wrong? How dumb would you look?" It's fine, I just... I'll have to find out without exactly... Saying anything.
"Hey, Virgil! You're ok! Thank gosh, I was so worried.." He rushes, still not opening the door any further. Interesting.
"Hey, uhm... I, uh.. I need to talk to you."
"Oh, uh, sure!" He smiles at me, but I can tell he's hiding something. "Uh... Could we go to your room, though? My rooms... A bit of a mess." He says, followed by a charming chuckle.
Fantastic, now I've got to think of a reason not to go in my room... Will he question it if I don't give him a reason? Whatever, its the only option I really have.
"I.. I don't want to go in there... Please..?"
"How about the common room?" Logan.
"No! No, I... Please..?"
"I... Ugh, fine. If you promise not to question it?" I nod in agreement, as he opens the door. And just as I expected, there it was. The broken mirror. And, just on time, depression is taking over my thoughts.
"You know, if he finds out you saw that, he'll hate you."
It wasn't exactly my fault..
"Everything is your fault, you pathetic shit."
Can you leave me alone? For five minutes?
"And why would I do that?"
I sigh deeply, sitting on the chair that Princey had gestured to, sitting in front of his desk. He looked at me, indications for me to talk. So... Well, I did.
"Can I ask you something..?"
"What'd that be?"
"Did you mean what you said..? About Logan being right..?" I ask nervously, looking down and fiddling with the sleeves of my jacket.
"Of course not. That was... Spure of the moment. Has that been bothering you all this time..?"
I nod slightly, not wanting to look up at him. He probably just thinks I'm weak.
What I wasn't expecting, however, was to be engulfed in a tight hug.
"I'm so sorry, Anxiety... I know that Logan has been being a bit.. I'm going to be real, he's been being a huge asshole. Patton has told me. But I didn't know when I said that. And even now, I don't know exactly what he's been doing. Would you ever forgive me..?" He asks, lifting my chin up with his thumb, to make me face him. All I can manage to do is nod in reply.
"Do you think... You could tell me what he's been doing? I want to, uh.." He lets out a small chuckle, "I want to know the reason behind my threat."
"Well..."
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I rewrote this since I just read over it and it was terrible and confusing! Also a new chapter might be up today. Sorry I don't update often!
Also, I'm working on another sanders sides book, and I can't decide if I should make it a highschool au or not. Thoughts?
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Shade Boy ~prinxiety~
FanfictionAnxiety. The bad guy. The disorder. The sarcastic asshole without a care in the world. Boy where they wrong. *-*-*-*-*-* (Tw: suicide and suicidal talk, implied and explicit self harm, panic attacks, anxiety, depression, abuse, self hatred, implied...
