Anxiety's P.O.V.
T.W.:Cursing, Suggested Themes😏😏😏

I walked to the living room and set my sketchbook and pencil on the coffee table.
I walked to the kitchen to throw away my paper plate.
Princey was leaning against the counter, drinking orange juice while watching Patton and Logan throw a football back and forth across the living room. I wouldn't have pegged Logan for the sporty type but... Whatever. Its probably for some 'research' thing.

I walked back to the couch, grabbed my sketchbook and pencil, and started to work my magic. (That sounds so wrong btw)

Every once in a while, Patton would miss the football, but he can throw like it's nobody's business.

~One hour later~

After about the tenth time he missed it, it bounced up at me and knocked sketchbook, making me mess up.

"What the hell?!"

"Language! And sorry kiddo, I was always more of a thrower than a catcher!"

I looked at him in disbelief,
"With that ass, I don't think so."
(C'mon, we were all thinking it)

Princey's orange juice shot out of his nose as he dropped down to the floor, laughing and coughing uncontrollably.

"LANGUAGE!"

"ENGLISH!"

"I am confused as to why catching and throwing are related to Morality's... buttocks." Logic asked, confused.

Meanwhile, Princey was still laughing, coughing up a storm.

"Geez Princey, get a grip already." I winked and bit my lip.

He started laughing even harder, if that was possible. The joke wasn't even that funny in the first place...

"What is so funny?!" Patton exclaimed. So innocent.

"Nothing Sunshine." I smirked.

I ripped out the sketch that i was working on, crumbled it up, and threw it away. I didn't like the results, so I'll redraw it later.

Roman had gotten a hold of himself and was now cleaning up the o.j. that came out of his nose and onto the counter.

I went back to my room, leaving a confused Logan and Patton in the living room and a still-giggling Roman in the kitchen.

From my room, I could still hear what they were saying.

"Hey Princey, what was so funny?"

Silence

3...

2...

1...

"ANXIETY!"

And there goes Princey again.

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Roman's P.O.V.

Sometimes, I still wonder how Mo can be so innocent...

I explained what Anx meant.

"ANXIETY!" Patton exclaimed

Logic just stood there, a dark pink hue dusted across his cheeks.

I just started laughing, again.

After awhile, the ventured off to their rooms and I went to throw away some paper towels, when I saw a crumbled up piece of paper in the trash...

I looked around to make sure nobody saw me, then grabbed it and straightened it out.

(This isn't mine btw, i found it online)

Wow... I don't even know what to think... It looks so good, yet sad at the same time...

Wait, is that me?! That's Anxiety and I! Wait...

Why would he draw this?

...

My eyes widened in realization as it clicked.

Does he have feelings for me?!

No, definitely not! He can't possibly like me! We are opposites; two things that don't mix; water and oil, hero and villain, positivity and negativity.

I need to stop jumping to conclusions because of my stupid little crush on the emo nightmare...

Because my dreams won't ever come true.

...will they?

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Kind of a 'fill in' chapter but it gets better... Don't worry!