Chapter three - Lovers reunite

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by Flauntingfander

by Flauntingfander

Warnings: Pain, Prinxiety.

Roman's POV:

I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing. A part of me wanted me to go back into that Anxiety dream. What did it mean? All my dreams were, for the most part, got straight to the point and were straightforward. Most of them were fueled by one emotion, in that dream gave me a multitude emotions mostly calmness.

I decided to get up and walk to my room. I was starting to feel better anyway. I heard 'A girl worth fighting for' down the hall it was coming from Logan's room. They must of decided to watch there because I was on the couch. I was about to tell them they could go back to the living room when Patton leaned his head on Logan's shoulder causing the poor nerd to jump in surprise.

I left them be. Not before snapping a picture first though.

I continued to walk though the hallway and stopped when I saw Anxiety kneeling by my blood, cleaning it up while simultaneously eating his tacos. Thankfully, he was now wearing a shirt. My heart started to race, wait what? Don't worry, I said to myself, you probably just hit your head as well when you fell.

He heard me and turned to face me, excepting me to make a Cinderella joke or something. I mean I was going to to but nothing came out. The anxious man gave me a 'Well? What are you waiting for?' face. I tried again, failure. It reminded me of what happened earlier but it wasn't the pain stopping me from talking, it was... nervousness? Is that what we're calling it now?

'Anxiety's' POV:

Princey was dead silent. I mean, I wasn't really complaining. It was just... he was staring at me, like up and down as if he were trying to figure if I was real. The silence started getting on my nerves so I decided to say something "Uh... hi to you too, Princey... you feeling okay?" He blushed. Huh? Why would he blush? He nodded silently.

Sure mate...

I looked down and then back up again, he was still staring at me. What the hell? Did he hurt his head too? I felt my skin crawl at the thought, I didn't like Princey that much but I still didn't want him to get hurt. I saw his eyes close.

"Don't faint on me again, Princey. You gave me a bloody heart attack and I'm not carrying you downstairs again."

I heard myself whisper. I continued to clean, assuming that he went into autopilot mode which happened when he went too deep into his imagination.