•Anxiety's POV•

"PRINCEY THERE'S A GIANT SPIDER BEHIND YOU FREAKIN' KILL IT!" I scream after a loud gasp. Prince was on one knee, tying his shoe. He instantly stood up and scanned the area.

"Where is it? Where's the spider?"

"There! Right there under the table!" I back away quickly. Not much can scare me, but spiders... oh man.

"Don't worry, my Roman Emperor, I shall save you from this horrid beast!" Prince grabbed a nearby magazine and rolled it up. He went after the spider underneath the table, which looked like Romance himself threw up on it.

"Ah! I have slaughtered the creature that tried to terrorize you," Prince scooped the spider up before bowing towards me. "My Emperor."

"DON'T JUST STAND THERE GET RID OF THE THING!"

"Okay, okay, sorry!" he hurried off to the trash can to dispose of the spider. I sighed, finally comfortable since I arrived back home. Now we just have to address the whole 'romantic dinner' situation...

"So... what's with the set up?" I made my way to the table, playing with the lace tablecloth. "You planing on going on a date with Morality for his birthday?"

"Okay so maybe I lied about it being Morality's birthday, but I needed a good reason to get you out of the house."

"What about 'hey Anxiety, can you please leave the house for the day?' It's more effective than you would expect."

"Hm, then I'll have to use that next time," Prince had me cornered against the table. I felt like he would either go in for a kiss or invite me to sit down. Luckily, it was the latter.

"Sit down, I made spaghetti!"

"Well, I can't say no to spaghetti, no matter how mad I am at you."

"What?"

Prince stopped in his tracks, bowl of spaghetti in hand. His face looked completely dumbfounded.

"I said that I can't say no to spaghetti, no matter how mad I am at you."

"I know that, but-"

"What, so you thought some sort of romantic gesture from you and I'll instantly forget you came into my room and physically picked a fight with me? Come on, Princey, no one is that naïve."

"Well I was doing this to apologize..."

"And what, I would 'just so happen' to accept your apology without a second of thought? This isn't one of your cheesy Disney movies or sappy, cliché online fanfiction!"

"So I'm guessing you don't accept my apology, then."

"No, Roman. I don't. Now, please pass the spaghetti."

Prince didn't move an inch. He only stared back at me. I blinked.

"Roman, the spaghetti, please?"

Still, not a single movement. I narrow my eyebrows.

"Fine, I'll get it myself," I stand up from my seat while grabbing a fork. I snatch the bowl up from the table and head upstairs for my room. "Thanks for all the spaghetti, I'm gonna go binge-eat this until get so full I fall asleep."

And that, I did. I woke up the next morning with spaghetti sauce on my face and my tv plying an episode of Seinfeld. I keep forgoing I drowned my sorrows in food and Seinfeld...

So maybe I was a little bit hurt by what Prince did. He hasn't even told me why he did it yet. Maybe if he did I could be more understanding.

"Wakey-wakey, kiddo!" The voice coming from my slowly opening door could only be one person: Morality.

"I'm already up, Morality."

"Oh, Anxiety, why did you eat all that spaghetti? You know all that sauce will upset your stomach!"

"I think I'll be fine," I sit up in my bed. "Why are you in here, anyways?"

"Well I was talking to Roman earlier-"

"God, not him. What did he put you up to this time?"

"He just wants to apologize."

"Apology not accepted."

"But Anxiety-"

"No buts, Morality. How can he expect me to accept his apology when he can't even tell me the reason for his actions? I'm not one of the idiotic people from his oh-so-perfect Disney movies!"

"I'll tell him you'll think about it."

I rolled my eyes. I understand he was just trying to be a peacemaker, but Morality needs to understand that peace can't always be made.

"Whatever, Morality. Jut get out of my room..." I look down at the large, empty spaghetti bowl I had in my lap. "And get me some more spaghetti, it was actually pretty good."