•Anxiety's POV•

So... this is what Prince thinks of me? Some sort of depressed loser that's in love with him? Well, he isn't wrong there.

The song and roses were a nice gesture, I just wish the roses were black. It would have been more fitting to my personality. I guess I'd have to do something for him, then...

A few rose petals and dim lighting later, I was laying seductively on Prince's bed, waiting for him to come back to his bedroom. Once he did enter, he stared at me in shock.

I clear my throat, then explain, "this was actually a sarcastic reply to your gift, so don't freak out or anything. This is a joke." I sit up on the edge of his bed while brushing some of the rose petals off my bare chest.

"Um, thanks for the gesture...?" he moves closer to me. "Did you like the song?"

"Yeah, it's extremely accurate, actually. A depressed loser that's in love with a Prince pretty much sums me up."

"You're not a loser, Anxiety. You're a winner, a king, a world conquer!"

The fact that he was trying to cheer me up brought a smile to my face. A small smile, but a smile. "Thanks, but I rather be an emperor."

"Why an emperor?"

"So I can be a Roman emperor."

"Wow, a pun, are you sure you're not Dad?"

"I'm sure, 'cause Dad wouldn't do this-" I pull Prince closer to me by the sides of his face. Once again, our lips where touching and I was freaking out on the inside. I can handle it, though. It's just a kiss, nothing to worry about-

"Hey Prince I-" our kiss was interrupted by Logic coming into Prince's room. He already had his phone out and we heard the shutter of a camera. "Yeah, I'm definitely showing Morality this."

"Delete that picture before I delete you from existence," I threat. Logic left the room.

"That's physically impossible, but whatever you want to think!"

Prince frowns at the now empty doorway. I grit my teeth. "I'll take care of it, babe." I start to follow after Logic.

"Did you just call me 'babe'?"

"Not the point," I lie, it was totally the point.

Eventually I track down Logic before he got to Morality. I forcefully grab onto his shoulder, "I told you to delete that photo."

"Oh Anxiety," he chuckles. "Your empty threats don't affect me. I know you wouldn't lay a finger on me."

"Maybe you're right, but I can get threw to you in another way..."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"You can say goodbye to your calculator collection," I turn and run upstairs to his room. Logic chases after me screaming. As soon as I make it to his room, I slam the door in his face and lock it.

"ANXIETY OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" He yells. "Don't take it out on my poor babies, what did they do to you?"

"Their owner wouldn't do what I asked," I located a row of calculators displayed on a shelf. "Let's start off with the scientific calculators, shall we?"

"Not the scientific one! That's one of the best ones!"

"Oh, look how pretty it is! All nice and shiny and- oops! I threw it against the wall. Silly me!" I hurl the calculator out of my hand and into the wall. The calculator's screen now had a giant spider web crack in the middle of the screen.

"Anxiety, no! What did you do to it!"

"Oh no, it has a crack. What a shame, you should have deleted that picture."

"I'LL DELETE IT IF YOU LET ME IN!"

Smoothly, I open the door just a crack. Logic tried to open the door all the way, but I stopped him. "Promise you'll delete it?"

"I swear! I won't tell Morality a thing! I never saw anything!"

"Good," I open the door all the way. Logic rushes in to attend to his broken calculator. He looked like he was about to cry. "And while your at it, get the idea of me and Prince out of you're head. There's nothing going on between us."

"But I just saw you two kissing, that seems like something going on to me."

"Like you said, you didn't see anything. Plus, I didn't kiss him. He kissed me." The last statement was a lie, but I needed a good excuse. Thankfully, Logic believed me and I left. I didn't stop by to go see if Prince was alright. I'm sure he was fine, he is a Prince after all. Princes are always fine with their servants waiting on them, constant praise, perfect lives...

Prince did have the perfect life. He always had good, fun ideas that everyone wanted to do. He was always looking radiant, beautiful, glowing. He had a perfect personality, a perfect smile, perfect laugh, cry, walk, talk... He had everything perfect.

He is perfect.

And he loves me. And I'm not perfect, far from it, actually. I screw things up for everyone all the time, especially Thomas. I wear make up to conceal my true skin. I have horrible ideas, I look horrible, act horrible, think horrible. I have a horrible personality, a horrible smile, a horrible laugh, cry, walk, talk. Everything about me is horrible, terrible, awful...

I don't deserve Prince. I'm too bad for him. If I keep being around him, I'll make him horrible too. I can't do that. My only job is to make Thomas anxious and make him have second thoughts.

So, that's all I'll do from now on.