This is part 2 of "Help me (sds)"
Once again, the prompt is by IronTooth43 and I've just written this inspired by that.

(Michael's pov)
I could see sunlight peaking through the windows, brightening the entire house. Despite it only being sunrise, this small amount of light made a huge difference. Slowly, I pushed myself up from the floor, stretching in order to get rid of the annoying aches in my limbs and back. The three of us had slept downstairs, after Ritchie's supposed breakdown last night. Of course, David slept on his bed, with a snoring Brandon floating above him.
"OI!!! Rise and shine sleepy heads!"
The Sin of Sloth gasped, plummeting downwards, which landed him directly in the giant's lap. They both stared at eachother, blush evident on their faces. Chuckling to myself, it dawned on me that I needed to check on our other teammate, so I headed upstairs.

Creeping towards his bed, I saw him wrapped up in his duvet, his rosy red cheeks adding to how content he seemed to be. Quiet snores could be heard, along with the occasional mumble of our names. If only he could always be like this, instead of constantly flirting with everything that has a pulse. Tentatively walking closer, I nudged him as an attempt to coax him into consciousness. It sort of worked. His eyes half opened themselves, before he squinted at me and placed a hand on my face.
"Sshhmol bean."
"Heh, sure buddy. Come on, time to get up."
He groaned in annoyance, flopping his face into a pillow.
"Also, your bandana is downstairs."
His eyes grew wide, as his hands grasped at his hair, clearly searching for it. Why is he so panicked? I literally just told him where it was. I watched the realisation hit him a few moments later, as he gained a look of pure embarrassment. Giggling slightly, I received a light slap on my arm.

"We'll be waiting for you downstairs."
"Okay."
I briskly jogged down the staircase, not wanting to see anything that would scar me. Brandon and David were sat at the table, sharing a pot of honey. Once they saw me, they hid it behind their backs.
"Oh no! It's the honey murderer!" The Sin of Pride burst out laughing at his own joke; if you could even call it that.
"I'm sorry about him." Brandon spoke with a sigh, before smacking his teammate around the back of his head.
"Hey!!! What was that for?!"
"You're not funny."
I heard a gasp, as I was starting to make some tea.
"Well how would you know? You're always too asleep to know what true comedy is!"
"David, trust me, an awake person, your jokes suck. Also please pass the honey."
He glared at me, reluctantly pushing the honey pot towards me and I poured a small amount into my tea. Then I simply sat down, beginning to sip the lovely, calming drink, while the other two bickered like a married couple.

(Ritchie's pov)
Hesitantly, I crept downstairs, spotting Cap drinking tea and watching some chaos unfold. Clearing my throat, I caused everyone to practically leap out of their seats.
"When did you get here?!"
I just shrugged, sitting in the chair next to Brandon. He gave me a small smile, which I happily returned.
"So.....we gonna talk about what happened last night?"
Ah Cap, you're always one to bring up the elephant in the room. Honestly, I just wanted to forget about yesterday as a whole. My heart started aching, as I stared at my hands. My nails found themselves dug into the wooden table. My hair fell down infront of my eyes. The room became silent. Don't freak out again. Don't freak out again. Don't freak out again. Don't be such a baby. Come on. Come on. Come on.

"Ritchie. Breathe."
I was snapped out of my head, realising how short and heavy my breaths now were. Cap was now behind me, carefully rubbing my back, whereas David was on my left, with a hand on my shoulder. The voice was Brandon, who remained to the right of me.
"Deep, slow breaths."
I nodded, but I was struggling to do as he said, managing to make it worse. My body starting shifting from how uncomfortable I was.
"Breathe in."
I inhaled as much air as I could. A few moments passed in silence.
"Breathe out."
I exhaled, before continuing the process several more times. The others were patient and offering words of encouragement. Feeling drained, I leaned my weight against David, so he moved me to make it more comfortable, then pulled me close.
"You okay now?" he asked the question most likely lingering in all their minds.
"Yeah....."

They all gave me a relieved smile. Cap then spoke up.
"So, what happened last night? You can take your time."
Readying myself, I took a few deep breaths and began to speak.
"Well.....I had a date like usual. We were getting along......she was gorgeous......I thought...I thought we had alot in common....."
I didn't want to continue. I just wanted to leave it at that.
"Continue."
Damnit why do they want to know so bad.
"But she didn't feel the same.....she just saw me as the Sin of Lust......like everyone else does.......then she tried to force herself on me, but I threw her off and ran."
No one responded. I felt so ashamed. My face burned with embarrassment.

"Oh Ritchie...." David's voice was full of pity, which I had never heard from him before, especially not directed at me. Soothingly, Cap ran his hands through my hair, as Brandon floated away to make tea.
"It's weird seeing you like this."
The Sin of Pride's voices boomed in the emptiness of the room.
"Sorry...." I muttered, fiddling with my hands in my lap.
"No! No! That's not what he meant!"
"Heh no need to get so worried sweetheart."
Shockingly, instead of snarling at me, he gave me a warm smile, with his left eye twitching slightly. He's trying so hard not too snap at me. Awww! I grinned back at him.
"See there's lusty boi."
Two hands were on my shoulders, shaking me back and forth in most likely a friendly manner, yet I still felt dizzy.
"That's enough David, you're gonna make him throw up and he needs to drink my wonderful tea."

Brandon carefully set down a tray infront of me; it was held a teapot, several teacups and sugar. There was alot of sugar actually. Just as I was questioning this, David roughly grabbed a mug, before pouring half the sugar in there. Geez.
"Oi! Save some for the rest of us you oversized idiot!"
"Calm down shortstack! I m-mean......"
"That's it!" Cap screamed, slamming his hands onto the table, which gave him enough momentum to launch himself at the shocked giant. He tackled him to the ground.
"Hey Ritchie, you want any sugar?"
"No thanks."
We sat there in silence, sipping and watching.
"Please! Mercy mercy!!! I'm sorryyyyy!" The Sin of Pride wailed in despair. It was quite amusing, though how else would you expect him to react to a midget on his back. I certainly know how I'd react. Smirking to myself, Brandon raised an eyebrow at me. I simply shook my head, sighing in response.

After a few minutes, Cap managed to calm down, finally stomping on over to drink some tea, though by now it was starting to get cold.
"Look what you've done."
David faked a dramatic gasp.
"How dare you!"
We all burst out laughing. I loved moments like these, when we actually got along. It was rare, but I suppose that made it more special. These guys are such dorks. Somehow that only makes me love them more.
"Good to see you smiling again Ritchie. Not sure what we'd do without our resident player."
"Aw sweetheart, trust me when I say that he's never leaving. I could never turn away from your pretty faces."
They all rolled their eyes in annoyance, yet they were still smiling. For some idiotic reason, I carried on.
"Ya know, you guys should really save all this being rough for later tonight."
Cap glared at me.
"That's enough. You're definitely back to normal, that's for sure."
"Heh, you mean back to my drop dead gorgeous self?"
"Stop trying to be my sin. You're supposed to be lustful, not full of pride."
"I just speak the truth babe."

I could feel the tone of the room shift. No no no. Go back to the way it was before. Be happy again. They all stopped talking to me, chatting amongst themselves, just like always. No no no. Please don't ignore me! Don't be like this..... Desperately, I searched through my messy thoughts, finding only one possible solution. I wish I'd taken longer to think.
"Come on guys, no need to separate off into little groups. I'm sure a foursome is still on the table." I ended that sentence in a whisper, for Cap was literally growling at me by now.
"Why did I think one pathetic breakdown would change you, ey?"
"C-cap....?"
"He's got a point, you're always gonna be a mindless flirt, who wastes all our money."
Brandon didn't say a word, instead giving me a sad look, as if he could see my panic that was bubbling beneath the surface.

"Ritchie?"
"Yes?"
"Are you ever gonna change?"
I wasn't sure how to react to that. What did he mean? Did he want me to be different? Was I not good enough? He didn't like my silence as an answer.
"UGH! Of course you won't! What's the point in even trying to reason with you!!"
What's happening?! They were just hugging me.....laughing.....tea.....why are they angry now?
"I agree with Captain. What about you sleepy head?"
He looked as shocked as I was.
"I uhhh, agree."
"Exactly as I thought! Lusty boi is a nuisance, even to somone who's hardly awake!!!"

Everything became a blur. I don't get it. They were just holding me and telling me that it was going to be okay. Now they suddenly hate me again. Why? I mess up the smallest bit and they forget all the things they said?

What's the point.......

Part 3?