conversations // prinxiety ✔

♥ 3 - surprise ♥

(a/n: don't hate me)

I appeared in my usual spot and Thomas told us we were recording a video.

I put my hood on and made myself ready to teleport to my room when I got the chance.

"It's going to be another Q&A video!" Thomas exclaimed.

"Mkay," I muttered.

"Yay!" Patton squealed.

"Okay," said Logan, nodding.

Roman glared at me and I glared back.

"First question: If you were a fruit, what would you be and why?" Thomas asked, reading off his phone.

"A kiwi!" Patton said. "Because I like kiwis and I want to be one!"

"This question is ridiculous," Logan stated flatly.

"A magnificent red apple!" Roman said flamboyantly. "Because they look the best out of all the fruit."

Everyone waited for my answer.

"A tomato," I said. I looked directly at Roman before saying, "Because nobody accepts me as a part of the group."

"...okay! Next question," Thomas said. "What is your favorite song?"

"When You Got It from The Producers!" Roman screamed immediately.

"Hold Me Tight Or Don't by Fall Out Boy," Logan said.

Patton thought for a moment. "Absolutely Smitten by Dodie!" He gave me a huge smile.

Again, the others waited for my answer.

Would You Be So Kind by Dodie. "Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance."

"Expected of him," Roman scowled.

"Go fuck yourself," I mumbled.

"What did you just say to me?"

"I said 'go fuck yourself'. Is that an issue, your majesty?"

His face heated and he looked like he was keeping himself from punching me in the face.

We went through question after question and I had to pretend to be bored and not smile at Patton's happy face.

"Last question is for everyone, including Thomas... That's me!" Thomas said. "It's: Everyone, who is your favorite side?"

"Myself, obviously."

"Anxiety!"

"Thomas. He's my top priority."

"You're all parts of me! How can I choose?"

"Patton..."

Roman looked at me in surprise. "Does little Anxiety have a crush on Patton?" he teased.

My face heated up. Yes. "No! Fuck off!"

And I sunk out before anyone would say anything.

♥

I heard a knock on my door.

"Princey, if this is you making me feel like shit again, I don't want to hear it, so zip it before I shove a frying pan down your throat."

"No, this is Patrick," Patton said, laughing at his own joke.

I immediately felt better. "Oh! Sorry, Patton. Come on in." I unlocked the door.

"Roman told me about a fight before we all got summoned for the video. Is that true?"

I just can't lie to him. Everybody but him. "...yeah. I'm sorry."

"He told me you threatened to kill him before you went into your room again. Is that true?"

That bitch. "He's lying. It's not true. The last thing I told him before I went to my room was that I would be meaner if he continued being mean to me."

"Anxie-"

"Virgil."

"Virgil?"

"That's my name. You're the only person I trust with it."

"Aww, Virgil. That means a lot to me!"

"It's the most I can do for you for standing up for me all those times Roman was talking about me when I wasn't there."

"Thank you so much! But... how do you know that Roman was talking about you behind your back? Were you listening?"

"No, I-" Don't lie to him. You said it yourself. He's the only person you trust. "You have to promise not to freak out. Or tell anyone."

"I promise."

"Okay..." Hesitantly, I pulled the book out of its hiding spot.

His eyes widened. "That's such a thick book! What's it for?"

"...you know how everyone has their own magic items?"

"...yeah? Why?"

And I told him. I told him everything.

And he looked absolutely mortified.

I scratched the back of my neck. "Yeah..." I didn't notice that I had started crying until he wiped a tear off my cheek with his finger.

"I'm sorry."

"For what, kiddo?"

"For crying. It's stupid."

"It's not stupid."

"I understand if you tell the others, or you don't want to be my friend anymore, because I'm just such a moron and being tough and shit around you all is tearing me to pieces and I wouldn't be surprised if you left me alone right now."

"Why would you think I'd do that?"

"Because that's what happens every day. I come for dinner, and everyone scoots away. Well, except for you. But sometimes Roman makes you scoot away. And when you're all having a conversation in the kitchen or something and I come peacefully get something from the fridge, everyone just leaves."

"I was always the last to leave, though. And I'm sorry I even left in the first place. I know you're hurting, but Roman would have yelled at me or something and I don't like yelling..."

I looked up at his now teary eyes. "Thank you for caring. You're the only person that cares." I started sobbing harder.

"Of course. I love you."

I sniffed and tried to collect myself and he gave me a warm hug, which I happily returned.

"You should probably go now," I told him. "The others probably want to see y-"

I was cut off by his lips pressing against my own.

(a/n: as of august 2019 while im putting this a/n into the book, im just here again because there's something i need to say.

i get angry comments on this chapter and next chapter every DAY since i first published them last year saying "oh wOw i thought this was a pRinXieTy book" or "oh so you clickbaited us?" or stuff along those lines.

i really don't want to end this chapter with an a/n because it cuts off the tension of the storyline that i built, but of course i put prinxiety in the title. because it's not a moxiety book. it's a prinxiety book.

also, if you're genuinely getting mad, do you really think i would:
1. put prinxiety in the title
2. have moxiety happen with NO buildup
3. and have no conflict for the rest of the story?

even if this was a moxiety book, there were absolutely no obstacles for them to happen? and three chapters is way too short to establish a relationship but anyway

you are three chapters in. there are 70 chapters.)