~Prince's P.O.V~

As I was walking outside, I came face to face with the person I hate–no, 'disliked' the most. Anxiety. We both glared at each other for a bit, before he cleared his throat and spoke up.
"I see we both have a disliking towards socialising. Why else would you be out here?" He chuckled, going over and sitting on the bench that was there.

"I just needed space to calm down. But I guess that's all ruined now, because you're here." I said coldly, walking over and sitting next to him. We were both looking out at the view, it was breathtaking..

That's when Anxiety started talking again;
"The sun is nearly gone.. No lights are turning on.. A silver shine that stretches to the sea.." He spoke softly, gesturing to the amazement in front of us. "We've stumbled on a view, that's tailor-made for two. What a shame..those two are you and me.."

Excuse me?

"Some other girl and guy, would love this swirling sky. But there's only and I and we've got no shot." He got up as he was speaking, looking to me, "'This' could never be, you're not the type for me."
"Really?" I mumble sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
"And there's not a spark in sight, what a waste of lovely night.." He grinned, starting to walk away. How dare he.

I get up quickly after him, crossing my arms. "You say there's nothing here, but let's make something clear, I think I'll be the one to make that call." I snapped, causing Anxiety to turn back around, his hands now in his pockets.
"But you'll call?" I heard him whisper, taking a step forward.
"And though you looked so cute in your polyester suit–"
"It's wool." He said blankly, interrupting me.
Ignoring his comment, I continued. "You're right, I'd never fall for you at all." I jokingly put an arm over my forehead, in a 'damsel in distress' kind of way.

"And maybe this appeals, to someone not in heels, or to any girl who feels, there's some chance for romance." My arms fell to my side, "But I'm frankly feeling nothing.
"Is that so..?" Anxiety smirked, coming closer to me and bending down slightly to my level.
"Or it could be less than nothing.."
"Good to know. So you agree?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"That's right." I grin, looking back to the view.

"What a waste of a lovely night.." We both mutter, looking opposite ways before he started walking away.
"Ugh! Stop walking away from me!" I growl, running after him.
"Why? I thought you hated me?" His smirk grew again, making me roll my eyes.
"I may dislike you," I corrected him, "but you're not the worst I've met."
"Aww. How sweet of you."

"Don't push it, Ancy."

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How was this? It's short, but I kinda like it.
Should I do more oneshot-type things? Would you enjoy that?