A/N: Requested by JennaJenkins1
Also, the song has nothing to do with it, I just love it to pieces and it fits, so...
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   "Damn, why is it so hot in here?" Anxiety whined, tugging at his jacket sleeves. The sides where about to have a movie night with Thomas.

   Morality was laying on his stomach in the floor. "Well, it is summer, Virge."

   He raised an eyebrow. "And?"

   Logic sighed as he walked in the room. "Your choice of attire is not something usually worn this time of year." He took a seat next to Thomas on the couch.

   Anxiety rolled his eyes. "But I look good in black and I'm willing to suffer," he muttered. He ignored the irritated sighs from the other traits. He sank into the corner of the couch, almost as if he was trying to hide in it.

   Princey was the last one to arrive. He eyed Anxiety as he sat in a nearby chair. "All black, Anxiety? Your going to melt," he commented.

   The dark trait gave him a look. "Why do you care?" he grumbled, sinking farther into the sofa. Shortly after, the movie started.

   Throughout the film, he kept getting more hot and uncomfortable. About halfway through he couldn't take anymore of it. "Screw it," he whispered, unzipping the jacket.

   His movement caught Princey's attention and the fanciful triat glanced over at him. He shrugged the jacket off his arms and rested it on the arm of the couch.

   He froze at the sight, cheeks flushing red. "Oh no... He's hot," he thought. The prince tried to avert his gaze, but his eyes were glued to the anxious trait.

   A few minutes later, Anxiety decided to roll up the sleeves of his MCR t-shirt. Princey was leaning on the arm of the chair, fanning himself with his hand. "Who knew removing his jacket could make him so attractive..." he thought. "Or make me so flustered."

   "Roman? Are you alright?" Logic asked aloud. This drew everyone's attention to him. Usually he'd love the stares, but now was not one of those times.

   "Oh! Yes, I'm... I'm alright! Carry on with the movie!" He stammered. They shrugged it off and turned back to the screen. His gaze returned to Anxiety. He wasn't expecting the trait to be staring back at him.

   He smirked, crossing his arms. "Like what you see, Princey?" he mouthed. The dramatic trait couldn't help but blush as he looked away. He heard Anxiety snicker quietly and tried to ignore it.