A Broken Prince [CANCELED]

Chapter 1 - Annoying Princey

-Logan POV, 1st person-

       I was just reading in the living room while drinking tea. I was reading a book about ancient legends and myths. They were intriguing. The book was about Greek myths, and I had an ancient Rome book right next to me in case I finished this one. It was peaceful, sitting alone and reading, sipping my green tea--though I would've preferred my English classic cold brew, but Roman 'accidentally' sliced the box in half with his sword, effectively destroying every. Single. Packet. But, that's what Roman does. Why must he always do that? He's clumsy, a slob, annoying, arrogant, ugh! There's a nice word for him. Ugh. 

       "Microsoft Nerd!" 

       Speak of the devil. I look up as Roman runs into the living room of the Mind Palace. I  close my book and set it down, my glass right next to it.

       "Roman."

       "You busy?"

       "Well, actually, yes, I was--"

       "Great! I need help with something!"

       Of course. He didn't actually care if I was busy or not. Roman dropped himself onto the couch, bouncing me slightly.

        "SO, I was just casually walking down the hall and stumbled across a certain Mr. Frowns' open bedroom door. I thought it was strange, so I went in. To check on him, y'know?" Oh no, this can't be good... "I was looking around, turns out he wasn't there! Whoopsies! I was walking to the door when I...tripped." Oh god. "It's was an accident! I fell and kinda...knocked down his vanity...?"

       I facepalmed. "Wait--He has a vanity?"

      "I have a vanity, nerd."

       "Why??"

       "...reasons."

        I look confused, but let it go. "Lets see the damage." I get up, walking towards the paranoid sides room, Roman following behind me. After awhile of walking, we get to the room and I go inside. I go wide-eyed at the room. 

       There was a black and purple vanity knocked over, makeup spilt everywhere. I look at Roman. "How did you knock that over with a trip?!"

        "I don't know! I just know I fell, heard something falling with and moved out of the way just in time to avoid it landing on me!"

        I looked back at the vanity and sighed. "Help me pick it back up." I go to the vanity and start lifting it. Roman came over and helped. We got it up and I looked at the shattered mirror and all the broken makeup on the floor. "Get a vacuum." I said the Roman as I started picking up the broken plastic pieces. Roman nodded and jogged off to find a vacuum. I kept picking up the plastic pieces. After 20 minutes, I had picked up most of the pieces by now.

       "What. The. Hell?!" I looked back to see a surprised anxious side staring back at me. 

       "Virgil I--"

       "Logan, what the hell?! What did you do?! Why are you in my room?!"

        It took me a moment to realize he thought I did this. I stood. "I didn't--Roman--" I remembered Roman went to get a vacuum and wanted to curse.

       "ROMAN?! PRINCEY ISN'T THE ONE ON MY FLOOR PICKING UP BROKEN PIECES OF MY MAKEUP CONTAINERS! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU, LOGAN!" Virgil looked angry.

       "Virgil, listen, I--"

       "I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN, LOGAN. GET OUT!" 

       I froze and wondered where the hell Roman was. I hesitated before dropping the pieces of plastic into his trashcan, leaving. Once I was out into the hall, I heard the door slam behind me. Dammit. Now Virgil is pissed at me for something I didn't do!

       "Logan! Why are you in the hall?" I looked to the source of the voice to see Roman running up, holding a vacuum. I started feeling pissed off myself. 

        "What took so long, Roman?"

        "I-I couldn't find a vacuum..."

        I glared. "Right. There is a vacuum in the kitchen!" He thought for a second.

        "Oh yeah! Sorry, I forgot--Well, I got this one, so why don't we get to work?"

        "Too late." He looked confused. "Virgil knows. Well, that I was in there." 

        Roman took a second to piece it all together. "...oh."

        "Yeah. I'm going back to my books." I turn and started walking to the living room again.

        "Wait, Logan--!" He grabbed my wrist. I instantly pulled my arm away. "DON'T TOUCH ME." He looked surprised and I just glared. "Don't. Just, go be your destructive self. But leave me out of it this time." I turned and walked away. 

Heyo, sorry the very first chapter and it's already crappy. I hope you guys liked it, though, despite me being unable to write worth a crap. Anyways, I'm trying to think of a upload schedule, but I'm super bad at that. Anyways, have a nice day/night/whatever! Baiii!

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