•Prince's POV•

"PRINCE! ANXIETY! TIME TO EAT!!"

Morality with the good timing! I regain my breath as Anxiety walked out of the room without a word. It was like what he just did didn't happen! Maybe it shouldn't have happened...

I journey to the kitchen, hoping to not run into Anxiety. Morality hands me a small plate of cookies. Classic Morality, he loves his cookies.

"So me and Morality have been talking," Logic starts, taking a bite of a cookie, "and we've decided that the best way for Thomas to get acquainted with his new love is to introduce himself to him."

"Oh, I know! He can say, 'greetings, I have seen you from afar and I think you are incredibly handsome! We shall get married by sundown!'" I clap. Another wonderful and 100% logical idea!

"Yeah, if you want him to get completely rejected," Anxiety replies. I don't even look in his direction.

"As much as I hate to agree, Anxiety is right. Logically that has very little chance of success; unless this man is some sort of love-crazy nut job."

"I think you just perfectly described Princey over here," Anxiety sends a smirks my way. So I might have been looking at him from the corner of my eye...

"Whatever, Mr. Depression."

"Well that's a new nickname. A downgrade from 'Hot Topic,' though."

"Stop it you two, we need to figure out how Thomas can talk to the love of his life!"

"I said I don't wanna talk about it now," Thomas said firmly. "Just leave me alone..."

Morality frowns at Anxiety. It was obvious he was the one making Thomas upset. He was always the one to make Thomas upset, Logic coming in a slight second. I, of course, never make him upset! Well, maybe sometimes... but not often! Another hooray for Prince!

After a lovely snack, Logic and Thomas went off to have a conversation about the latest news. Such tragedies never amused me, so I stayed behind with Morality... and Anxiety.

"Ooo! Ooo!" while raising his hand, Morality jumped up and down. "Pick me, pick me!"

"Yes, Morality?"

"Sooooo I was going through my old coloring book collection, and I found a coloring book full of kitties!!" He holds up the coloring book to show it off. "See!! I colored this one orange, and this one yellow, and this one green, and this one pink-"

"And other annoying, loud colors," Anxiety butted in. All he ever made where rude comments.

"I happen to like your kittens, Morality! Can I color one?" I always tried to be nice to Morality, even if he seemed childish at times. He was like a little kid trapped in his dad's body.

"Of course, let's color them now!"

Morality and I laid on the floor surrounded by crayons as coloring books. I could feel Anxiety staring a hole in the back of my head. "Would you like to join us?"

"Coloring? Nah, unless you got the color black."

"We do!" Morality tossed him a black crayon, "I never use it though, it's too dark for me."

"Then it's just my kind of color."

Anxiety colored for a bit before placing down his coloring book. There was a moment of silence before a felt skinny object bounce off my butt and onto the floor. My entire face went red.

"Hm, bouncy. Nice," Anxiety left the living room. Morality was thrown into a fit of giggles.

"He hit your booty! And you're blushing!!"

"S-so? I'm red with p-pain. That kinda hurt..."

"No, you like him! Princey likes Anxiety!" his squealed in a sing-song voice. "Princey and Anxiety sittin' in a tree-"

"Morality, be quiet!"

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"Shut up Morality! I don't like Anxiety!"

"Yes you do, yes you do! You want him to throw crayons at you all day!"

He jumped up and started to skip around the living room yelling "Princey likes Anxiety! Princey likes Anxiety!" I buried my face in my hands, hoping no one else would hear him. Thankfully, he tired himself out and plopped back on the floor, still in a fit of giggles.

"Are you done now? I don't like Anxiety! Why would I like someone so... depressing and dark?"

"I don't know. Maybe you don't like him..."

"Thank you!"

"Just kidding! You like him!"

I roll my eyes. No matter how much I denied it to Morality, I wasn't sure myself. Did I like Anxiety? Did he like me? He was probably just teasing, but...

Maybe I do like Anxiety. He was always dark, but something about him always seemed likable. I'm sure he has some nice qualities hidden within himself.

"If I tell you something... promise not to tell anyone?" I couldn't even look Morality in the face.

He nodded excitedly, "ooo I promise! Cross my heart and hope to die!"

"Well, I think I might like Anxiety a little bit..."

Morality gasped before clapping, "I knew it! I was right! I guessed it!! Can I tell him?"

"No! Definitely not under any circumstances whatsoever can you tell Anxiety that I like him!"

"Aw, phooey." He poured for a second before returning to his normally happy nature. "Ooo I know! I can be your wingman! I can ask him if he likes you!"

"I don't know if that's such a good idea."

"It will be, trust me!"

(A/N: Whoa, I didn't expect this to get so many reads in one day! Sure, 34 isn't a lot in the fanfic world, but it is to new authors like me! Thanks for the support, I'll definitely keep writing!!)