~A Light in the Shadows~ PRINXIETY FANFIC [EDITING] (temporary cover)

Chapter Two~ Edgy McThunderstorm

Roman's POV:
    
I smiled as my eyes fluttered open.

'Goooood morning, world! Time for a beautiful day!'

I sat up and yawned. I had slept very well, which was good for my appearance. I jumped out of bed, got dressed as fast as I can and ran to the top of the stairs.

"Good morning, everyone!!" I exclaimed,  smiling at my friends below. Logan looked up from his newspaper and Patton smiled from in the kitchen.

"Good morning, kiddo! Did you sleep well?" Patton said, beaming up at me with his innocent little smile.

"I slept sounder then princess Aurora herself!" I finished walking down the stairs and jumped on to the couch. I saw Logan roll his eyes slightly, but otherwise, he didn't react. A simply delicious scent drifted through the air. I could sense butter, syrup and a hint of blueberry. "Patton, are those your famous Patton-cakes I smell?" Patton giggled.

"Yupperz! I made blueberry today!"

"Delightful! I can't wait to try them. I bet they're going to be perfect....as always"

"Awww thanks, Roman! You're so nice!" Patton blushed slightly and returned to his cooking. I started humming a little bit, thinking about how amazing this day could be. Every day seemed to be better than the last.

'I hope this upward climb never ends!'

I heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs and I gazed in their direction. Of course, it was the Edgelord himself. He looked like he'd just come back from a heavy metal concert. His all black clothes clashed with the cheery interior of the house. He was just so.....UGH! He really messed with me for some reason. It seemed like every dream I had he loved to ruin. He always had to rain on my parade, making Thomas nervous and making him not want to try my idea. I could see his rain cloud was especially big today. He stood there, staring at us.

'What a weirdo. Just ignore him, Roman. You don't need his negativity. Just smile all the cares away. Then you'll be happy'

"Breakfast is ready, kids!" Patton called from the kitchen. I felt a smile tug at my face. I mean, who couldn't smile? The world was so full of wonder and adventure! Also, it was breakfast time! And Patton made those amazing pancakes of his. I simply couldn't wait to try some! I stood, walked over to the table and sat down. Edgy McThunderstorm sat down as well and Logan soon followed. Patton placed my plate in front of me and I started to eat. As always, they were delicious. Panic at the Everywhere said something, but I was too busy daydreaming to care. I couldn't wait until it was my turn to help Thomas again. I always loved helping him out, especially when I'm on camera. Something about being in front of people just made me feel...whole. I loved to perform, no matter what I am performing. Obviously, singing is my favorite, but I also have a deep love for acting, dancing and almost every other performing art. The one thing I can't do is juggling. I couldn't juggle to save my life. For some reason, it never made sense in my brain. That doesn't matter, though. I can do so many more marvelous things. I don't have to worry about stupid juggling. I mean, who even juggles? It's so pointless!

'Okay, Roman. You're getting a bit off track. Revenge on Juggling can wait. Right now, enjoy those delicious pancakes!'

I took another bite of my pancakes. They were so. Flapjacking. Good! I don't know how Patton does it, but he keeps making better and better food. Maybe he's been taking cooking lessons or something. I looked up at where Panic™ was sitting, but he wasn't there anymore.

'Huh. That's funny. I guess he went up to his room. Let's just let him enjoy his free time. He does love being in that room of his. I wonder what he does up there. Probably really edgy stuff, like paint his nails black or play really loud music. Yeah, that sounds like him.'

I finished my pancakes, put my plate in the sink and sat back down at the table. Logan had hardly touched his food.

"Lo? Why haven't you eaten?" Patton asked, giving him puppy-dog eyes. Patton was always good at guilting people into doing what he wanted. Logan looked over at him with his ever-emotionless eyes.

"Well, Morality, I'm simply not hungry." Patton crossed his arms and pouted playfully.

"You have to be hungry! Here's a little fact for you: the human body needs three meals a day in order to function properly. Studies show that people who eat less than three meals a day experience loss in intelligence, coordination and eyesight." Patton giggled. "See! I know sciencey stuff too!"

Logan's eyes widened. I could tell the "loss of intelligence" part got to him. He ate quickly and looked up at Patton.

"Is that better?"

Patton giggled again. "Much better. Thank you, Logan!"

Logan sighed and shook his head.

"The things I do for science." He adjusted his glasses and pulled out another book. I couldn't read the title from my seat.

"Hey Microsoft Nerd. What book is that?" As soon as I said that, I regretted it. A glimmer appeared in Logan's eyes.

"Well, this novel is called 1984. It's about the dystopian society that...."

He went on and on, but I stopped listening by then. Patton watched him in awe. I could've sworn I saw something in his eyes.

'There might be something there that wasn't there before'

I know! Shameless Disney reference! I mean, it's who I am. I am a Disney prince, after all. Still, was it my business to spy on them? Of course it was. I had to make sure these two were realizing their feelings for each other.

'Sounds familiar, you know.'

Oh, shut up, me. I have no feelings for Marilyn Mourn-roe! He...drives me crazy! I hate him! He is....like.....ugh! I don't care. I hate him, and that's that!

"Sounds like a good book," I said, cutting Logan off. He gave me a puzzled look, shrugged and returned to reading.

"It doesn't sound like my style. I'm more into things like romance and comedy, not dystopian societies and things like that." Patton said, still beaming at Logan. Logan didn't seem to notice. He was never really one for affection. This was boooooriiiiing. I guess I'll spy on them later. A loud thud came from upstairs.

'Okay, now what is Panic™ doing? I mean, whenever he hides in his room, he makes a point not to be loud. Something must be wrong.'

I jumped up, making Logan and Patton flinch in surprise.

"Don't worry, My chemically imbalanced romance! Your Prince is coming!" I proclaimed. Wait....I didn't say that in my head. Oh shit.

"Uh, Roman? Is there something you wanna tell us?" Logan asked, adjusting his glasses. Patton giggled adorably, probably realizing that I- TOTALLY DO NOT HAVE FEELINGS FOR ANXIETY! I could feel my face grow redder than an apple. I ran up the stairs, my feet pounding on the wooden floor. I simply could not bear all that embarrassment. Too much blush wasn't a good look on me. The top of the stairs approached Anxiety's room coming into view. The door was slightly open.

'That's odd. He always locks his door. I mean, it is open.' I laughed to myself.

'Don't mind if I do'

I mean, if he left his door open, it's basically an invitation to come in. He was most likely in the bathroom, so he wouldn't notice I was in there. I approached the door and stared at it in wonder. I'd never seen inside. I wonder what's in there. I brushed my fingers against the door, feeling all of the dents and marks. Reminders of every fight we had, every time he slammed his door in frustration.

'Don't worry about it. Just go for it.'

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and pushed the door open.