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~~Virgil~~

Princey slept all day, I decided that maybe it was time I should check in on Thomas since Princey hadn't been there and I only checked up while he slept.

I glanced at Prince who was still asleep in my bed. I had a sudden feeling of butterflies in my stomach after the delayed realization that I'd slept in the same bed as Princey all night.

He was alone.

He just wanted company.

Nothing more.

He doesn't like you back.

I sighed at my thoughts, before finally fading out of the mind and into the physical world.

I found Thomas in his kitchen with Patton. Making the connection between Thomas, Patton and the kitchen, I correctly assumed Thomas was learning how to cook. They hadn't seen me yet.

"What if I mess it up? Am I doing it right?" Thomas repeatedly asked. Getting the same answer.

"Calm down there Kiddo, if you mess it up, we can learn from what we did wrong. And yes, thats it, you're doing great!"

Finally Thomas removed the omelette from the frying pan, and placed it on a plate. He walked over to the living room and sat to eat. "Thanks Patton!" He thanked through a mouth full of omelette and ketchup. Patton replied with a usual, "No problem kiddo," and faded out.

You're not needed.

I decided to fade out again. I wasn't needed here.

Hang on idiot!

Is the oven hob turned off?

I snapped myself back to the physical world, next to Thomas, causing him to jump dropping his freshly made omelette on the floor. He let out a long whine as he knelt to pick up the smashed plate and pieces of omelette.

You always fuck up.

"What is it Anxiety?" His tone of voice was slightly annoyed but more dissapointed.

He hates you too.

Always tries to get rid of you.

Plenty of reasons to.

"I came to make sure you turned the hob off?" It came out like a question. We both looked over to the cooker and sure enough, the hob was lit the frying pan still on top.

Thomas rushed over, turning the hob off. "Thanks Virge, I'm just upset bout that omelette. It was my seventh try, it was good too." I tried to keep a straight face when he said 'seventh'.

"Oh, yeah sorry." I did my best to stay expressionless. "Anyway I'll head out now."

Once again I faded out, and into the mind. I arrived in the kitchen to see Logan and Patton watching TV together. A detective show of some sort. I paid little attention and headed to my room, to find the sleeping Prince.

To my surprise, Prince was not asleep, nor was he in my room. I looked around and headed to his door, knocking a couple of times. I heard shuffling knowing he was in there. I was going to walk in but...

You can't just walk in.

He's probably just ignoring you.

He hates you.

I tried one more time, fed up of my thoughts. Sometimes they were so bad, I wanted to cry out for help, but its never that easy.

They'll just leave you in the dust.

No one would help someone like you.

No one.

I knocked the same pattern as Anna did on Elsa's door at the start of 'Do you want to build a snowman?' In a hope Princey would recognize it and open up.

And he did. He might be ill but apparently not ill enough, as he was will able to sing.

"Do you want to build a snowman?"

He sang, his voice not being able to do what it normally could, he broke into a fit of coughs.

"Awe c'mon!" He whimpered irritated, after he finished coughing. I laughed lightly. "What you laughing at hot topic?" He pouted.

"Aww, you think I'm hot." I chuckled again. He just smiled.

"Whatever, anyway, you knocked?" His smile was amazing. "Like a very familer Disney princess might I add?" He grinned.

"Yeah, I came to see how you was feeling, since, y'know, I'm supposed to be looking after you."

"Well I'm still feeling like shit but I was about to watch Mary Poppins. Care to join?"

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I hadn't expected him to invite me in, but I was glad I agreed. We had a good time watching the film and by the end Princey was still awake.

"Everything still hurts so I can't suggest a pillow fight or anything, you feel up to movie marathon?" I loved spending time with him.

"Sure." My stomach did another backflip as I slipped in another movie.

He's just being nice.

He will never like someone like you.

The voices in my head were growing stronger. I tried to concentrate on the movie though.

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I can't wait to write the second book for this too. I'm so hyped right now! Princxiety and Logicality for the win!

Cya :3