Anxiety's P.O.V.
T.W.: Cursing

Knock Knock Knock

"What?!" I had just woken up a few minutes ago, still slightly irritable.

"Wake up kiddo! Breakfast is ready!"

"Be there in a sec."

After rolling out of bed sluggishly, I decided to take a quick, cold shower. I didn't bother to wash my hair.

I dried off and started to put on some foundation... Then got lazy and decided not to wear any.

Hey, feel crappy, look crappy.
Am I right?

After changing into my signature black shirt, hoodie, and jeans, I went out to the kitchen.

I wasn't really hungry, I just didn't want to hurt Patton's feelings. What?! I can be nice if I want to.

As I sat down, Patton handed me my plate of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of me.

I would be lying if I said it didn't look delicious.

I thanked him and started to eat.

"Hypothetically speaking, if Elsa died, then yes, the 'magic' would disappear and Olaf would melt soon after."

"That is... Wow." Butterfies were raging in my stomach as I heard the fanciful trait approaching.

Logan and Princey walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table while Mo passed them their plates.
They bid their thanks as he sat down and started to eat as well.

Halfway through eating, I noticed Sir-Song-Alot was staring at me, making me blush furiously as I looked away, fiddling with my fork. His mouth was open ajar and honestly, I found it cute, but after awhile, it started to get kinda creepy.

"Like what ya see, Princey?" I winked, willing away the heat in my cheeks.

He blinked a couple times, seemingly coming out of his 'trance'.

He rolled his eyes and continued eating, not saying anything.

Logan furrowed his eyebrows at us while Dad  had a tiny smile tugging at his lips.

After awhile, Prince got up to get some milk.

As he was walking back with his milk, he slipped on something and fell, which caused the cup to fly out of his hand.

There was glass and milk everywhere.

"Ugh! What a royal mess!" he exclaimed.

"Huh... That makes sense, ya know? Cause you're a royal as-" Patton gave me a warning glance.

"-set to Thomas's personality." I glared at Patton.

"Let me help you up kiddo!" Patton helped Roman up while Logan grabbed some paper towels to clean up the 'royal mess'.

I waited 'till they were done cleaning and put my empty plate in the sink.

I went back to my room and closed the door behind me.

I didn't really know what to do, so I grabbed my sketch stuff and started to sing the first thing that came to mind, flipping to the first clean page and starting to redraw the picture from earlier.

You can have the toaster and the PC

Or even my Timothy Green DVD

I'll let you have the couch and the TV

Hang onto the jacket that you bought for me

I don't really care, you can keep the things we used to share

But what did you do with my heart?

What did you do with my heart?

I love him...

No more fireworks, no more compass

You didn't leave a single butterfly in my stomach

You took my spyglass, no knowing what lies ahead

Took my warmth at night, but left a dent in my bed

I don't really care, you can keep the things we used to share

But what did you do with my heart?

What did you do with my heart?

He hates me...

Strip me of my pride, that's for the best

But you also deprived me of a full night's rest

So no more dreams where we pull through

And I can't collect my thoughts 'cause they're still with you

I don't really care, you can keep the things we used to share

But what did you do with my heart?

What did you do with my heart?

I wouldn't take it back even though I feel sore

I meant it when I said what's mine is yours

But I need to know, now that we're apart

What did you do

I need to know, now that we're apart

What did you do with my heart?

What did you do with my heart?

What did you do with my heart?

What did you do with my heart?

What did you do with my heart?

I still love him...