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

Chapter Seven~ Soneone Who's Afraid to get Close

Roman’s POV:

When I woke up, I was cradling Anxiety like a baby. Wait….WHAT? I started to get up, but he looked so peaceful. I settled back down and looked at his adorable, sleeping face. He looked so calm and at ease. Of course, he still had no makeup on, so that made a difference. He was hugging my waist like I was some big teddy bear.

‘I thought he hated me. Why would he……Oh. Right. The whole crying thing.’

I kinda felt bad about last night. I didn’t mean to make him feel bad or anything. In my defense, I thought the kiss would calm him down, not make everything worse. I guess it didn’t really matter now. He seemed happy, for the most part. His hair was all messed up and knotted, but he somehow made it look cute. His eyes fluttered open and he yawned, sounding like a kitten.

‘God, he’s so cute! I can’t let him know that though. Don’t show any signs of you liking him, princey. You can do this.’

I could see it as soon as he realized what was happening. He darted out of the bed and stood on the other side of the room, panting like he couldn’t breathe.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” He asked, blushing slightly. Was he….embarrassed?

“Um….er...I actually don’t know. I woke up like this,” I said, sitting up and blushing slightly as well. I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to think of what to say. His eyes burned like a raging fire.

“If you tell anyone about this, you’re dead,” He said in an angry tone. I tried to be scared by his threat, but I simply couldn’t. He just looked so...cute!

‘Man, I really don’t sound like myself. I gotta get my head back in the game! Aaaaaand another shameless Disney reference. You are on fire, Princey!’

I nodded at him, smiling. “I won’t, if that’s what will make you happy.” He seemed to relax a tiny bit, but blushed even harder. His chest started moving up and down faster. I could tell he was getting worried.

‘I can’t believe he’s getting scared about this. Literally, nothing happened. I can’t believe he-’

Now now, Roman. Play nice.

‘Fine, disembodied voice.’

I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes.

“Anxiety, don’t worry. Nothing happened. You were just crying and I was trying to stop you. I guess I just fell asleep.” He froze for a second and bolted out the door. I would’ve gone after him, but what was the point? He was just going to hide in his room again. I do one nice thing for him and he pulls this bullshit again.

Yes. He is quite annoying. We should just get rid of him.

‘What do you want now? I thought you were done pestering me.’

I just wanted to make sure you remember. It’s right here when you need it.

I growled at the voice’s words.

‘I’ll never need it, but thanks.’

I stood up and walked out of my room, approaching the stairs. Anxiety’s door was closed, as usual. It was best to just wait this out and let him come to us. I walked down the stairs, a smile on my face.

“Don’t worry, guys. He’s alive and okay. He’s just….er…..not feeling too good. He’ll be back soon,” I said, lying straight to the other’s faces. Patton looked up from his knitting, smiling.

“That’s great to hear, Roman. Thanks for checking on him,” Patton said.  Logan nodded, agreeing, and went back to his book. I sat down on the couch, instinctively crossing my legs and leaning back. (Guys, I’m gay. You should expect this.)

Oh Roman! I’m still here you know. I’m telling you, it’s going to work.

‘Just shut up! I’m not going to get rid of him, no matter how much of a nuisance he can be.’

Patton dropped his knitting needles on the ground. They made a slight clink on the floor.

“Uh...Patton?” I leaned forward, looking at his face. Logan put his book down and sat forward in his seat.

“Morality, is there something wrong?” He asked. Patton ripped off his glasses and covered his eyes with his wrist. He tried to cover it, but tears were flowing down his face.

‘Oh no. It’s happening again.’

Background info: Whenever Anxiety gets into one of his….moods, all of us get affected. Patton can always feel his stress, panic and pain, which is usually too much to handle. Logan doesn’t know how to handle emotions, especially stress. He usually gets really frustrated and angry. I always seem to run out of ideas, which shouldn’t even be possible.

“I-I’m sorry, guys. D-Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine,’ Patton said, sniffling. I rubbed his back and put my arm around him.

“It’s okay, Patton. You’re gonna be okay. We’ll all be okay. Just take a deep breath and calm down,” I said. Logan rolled his eyes and picked up his book. I glared at him, which instantly made him put down the book and attempt to comfort Patton.

“I-I just get so worried sometimes. D-does he think that we don’t love him? That we don’t want to see him? I never want to make someone feel that way. I never want to treat anyone that badly,” Patton said, sobbing at this point. Logan made a low, growling noise.

‘Aaaand here goes Logan too. Here we go again.’

“Stop crying, Goddamnit! It’s just Anxiety. He’s always such a...such a.. I don’t even know. Just get it together and stop crying over him.”

“I-I’m sorry, Logan. I...uh...I’ll be right back.” Patton ran out of the room, still crying. I stood up and glared at Logan.

“Well now you’ve done it! Why did you have to be so rude?” I barked, my face turning red with anger.

“I don’t know, okay? This is what I get for trying to help. Emotions aren’t my field of expertise. They’re the bane of my existence. I don’t know why you keep looking to me for help with these kind of things.” Logan said, turning slightly red as well.

‘He was so blind to what’s obvious! Patton loves him! Literally he stares at him 24/7. He always has that look in his eye and….wait a minute

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FUCK. THAT'S WHAT ME AND EDGY MCMY CHEMICAL ROMANCE DO. NO NO NO NO NO.’

I sighed and pinched between my eyebrows, attempting(and failing) to not get mad.

“He loves you, okay? He needs your help,not mine. I need to go make Anxiety calm down so we can all calm down.”

I walked up the stairs quickly and knocked on Anxiety's door. Now wasn't the time to get nervous.

“Anxiety, I'm coming in.”

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Yeah. I regret even setting foot in the upstairs floor