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"Um okay, but I want-" Joan ran out of the office and closed the door. "...to help..."

Looks like I will have to stay here then. Great.


[Three days later]

"When did you say was this 'Princey' coming back?" I asked Patton.

We both were enjoying breakfast in the dining hall. Anxiety has yet to be released. Joan said that they had to take him to a hospital and we're not allowed to visit. But that was three days ago. "Um... Later today...I think. I can't really remember."

I nodded. "Why was he gone? I don't recall you telling me."

"Um... Drama camp? I don't know what it's called." He took a bite of his apple. "He loves performing. A big fan of musicals."

"So you've told me." I looked at the clock. I hate weekends. It's to boring.

"Hey Logan? You okay there bud?"

I looked over at him. "Are you insisting that I'm young and premature?"

He looked at me with a shocked expression. "No...? I asked if you were okay..?" He asked in an confused way.

"You called me a flower bud, did you not?" He then started laughing. "What is so funny?"

I patiently waited as he caught his breath. "Bud means buddy!"

"I um, don't-"

"It's like another word for friend!" He exclaimed.

"Oh... You see us as friends, Bubbles?" I asked him. I've only known him for three days. How can we already be friends?

His face fell. "I mean...yeah... And if Anx allows it..." He mumbled the last part, but I heard him as clear as day.

"May I ask why? He should not control whom you befriend." He bit his lip and looked away from me.

"Anx is good at reading people...and I suck at it. He says that I'm to innocent for my own good and wants to protect me from bad people." He said softly.

I frowned. "But what if he is merely lying to you about people?" I asked concerned.

Bubbles smiles and looks back at me. "I know he's telling the truth... 'Cuz sometimes, I don't listen when he said that the person will hurt me. And I wanted to prove him wrong... But he was right. They did hurt me. He also knew that Princey could be trusted; despite his, and I quote 'obnoxious personality'. " he giggled for a second. "Anx is my little Sherlock, just without the 'high functioning sociopath' or 'playing the violin at three in the morning' part." He then randomly started squealing. "I'll be right back!" He said whilst standing up and running towards the hall doors behind me.

I turned around and saw Patton hugging a person whom looks like Princey... Well, that is what Bubbles said he looked like anyway. Patton then dragged the poor soul over towards our table. "Salutations. You must be Princey. I'm Logan." I said whilst standing up and extending my hand.

But instead of shaking my hand, he took my hand and kissed the backside of it. Emotions. Disgusting.

"You are indeed correct my fine royal!" Oh... He is one of those people. "Shall we sit down sir Bubbles of Atlantis and Royal Logan from Hogwarts?"

As we sit down I asked Princey why he keeps calling me royal. "I'm most certainly just normal."

He frowned. "No one is normal. If you're normal, you will never succeed in life. Don't try to be normal. If everyone were the same and had the same interest, everyone would have the same job. Like imagine a world where everyone is lawyers! Who's going to build more buildings? Who's going to govern the state? Who's farming for food? Who will harness electricity? So. With all that said. Be yourself. Don't be a copy."

"Princey, I must apologize to you. I thought you might've been egocentric or bombardic." I told him honestly.

He just smiles brightly. "Don't judge a book by it's cover nerd. I thought you'd know that."

"I'm not a-"

"You are a nerd! I mean come on! You smell like old books and wear a necktie!" Bubbles lightly slaps him. "Ouch!" He suddenly freezes. "Where's Anx? Is he in that mood again?" He asked Patton.

"No. Joan had the red backpack with them when they took him somewhere else." Patton gave Princey the other half of his food. He didn't want to steal Patton's food, but he insisted.

"What is the red backpack for?" I dared to ask.

They both gave me this look. I don't know how to explain or place it. It looks so emotional. And I will not lie. That look twisted my insides.

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