Chapter 2-Chocolate and Purple.

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I lead her to the kitchen down the hall. She was very quiet. I reached up into the top cupboard where Patton hid the cookies from Roman (and me). She sat down at our four placed table.
"I'll have to tell Patton that we need a new chair." I said, trying to sound joking. She smiled.
She looked pretty when she smiled.
I handed her two cookies, one chocolate chip and the other white chocolate chip.
She accepted them. Her fingers brushed mine.
I felt her anxiousness flowing off her.
Another thing I'll tell Patton
She bit into the cookie and smiled.
"This is amazing." She said, taking another bite. "Who made these again?"
"Patton."
"Remind me to praise Patton later."  She said laughing. It was sweet and melodic. I smiled.
"So, besides you and Patton, who else is there?" Morgan said, finishing the cookie.
"Well, there's this guy, Logic, named Logan. He's kinda a emotionless robot but he's cool." I bit into my cookie.
"I've told you about Patton. He's Morality. He's like a really kind dad for all of us."
She seemed happy at that.
"Then there's Princey." I said, trying to not sound exasperated. "He's our residing Disney obsessed, princey weird-o." I said. She laughed again.
"It sounds like you got your hands full here." I nodded.
"So, Patton, Logan and- Princey?" She said. "Is that his real name or nick name?"
"I like to call him that. I don't think he actually cares."
She smiled
"Well now I know about the other three guys here, what about you? You haven't told me anything about you besides your name."
What's there to tell? I'm Anxiety. I'm usually the monster in situations and I'm super dark.
"What do you want to know?" I asked.
"I don't know, your favorite color, favorite food, favorite season. Stuff like that?"
I thought for a moment. She didn't want to know to much.
"My favorite color is dark purple. I really like Spaghetti and I guess Winter is my favorite season."
She smiled again.
"What about you?" I asked
"What about me?"
"I don't know anything about you either."
She paused. She looked like she was thinking.
"My favorite color is lavender. I guess I like Italian food. And my favorite season is probably spring."
Suddenly, I heard people walking around.
"Is that-"
"It is."
"Virgil?"
She looked twords the hallway.
"I think that your friends are here."

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