•Anxiety's POV•

I did it. I freaking did it. I kissed Prince.

Well, it wouldn't be past tense. I'm kissing him right now and OH MY GOD IM KISSING PRINCE WHAT DO I DO?!

Okay, Anxiety, calm down. Just pull away and  hopefully Prince won't be upset, I think to myself. Following my own advice, I pull myself away from Prince's lips. We share a brief moment of eye contact before he pulled me back in. He wanted to kiss me more.

The room went dark, pitch black dark. The TV timer made the TV turn off, which was the only source of light.

"Why did you do that?" Prince asks. The tone in his voice was shaky.

"Oh, sorry..."

"No, it's fine. Well not fine, great, actually."

"Oh..."

"I just-" he took a deep breath, "well I just thought you didn't like me enough to kiss me."

I could see were Prince was coming from, I didn't act like I liked him very much. "I do like you enough to kiss you, and even more than that. I'm just not that good at expressing it, plus it's not apart of my job."

My job... the one I'm doing wrong right now. I'm not supposed to be in Prince's bed kissing him right now, I'm supposed to be in my own bed thinking of all the ways Thomas could screw up. Why couldn't I just do my job?

Prince pulled out his phone. The screen light up my face. "Are you okay, Anxiety? You look-"

"Depressed, distraught, upset, worried, scared, frustrated, hurt, and of course, anxious? Then, no. I'm not okay. Obviously."

"You want to... talk about it?"

"Do I have to?"

"Not if you don't want to."

"I don't know if I want to or not. I don't know if you would understand."

"I'd do my best, I just want you to feel okay."

Prince's phone screen went back off; we were surrounded by darkness again.

"I feel worthless, I shouldn't even be here. I'm the bit of negativity in everyone else's positivity. I can't even do my job right..."

"What do you mean by your job?"

"I mean, my one job is to be the physical embodiment of anxiety. All I have to do is bring some anxiety to Thomas and that's it. But, of course I couldn't just do that. I just had to go fall in-" I stopped myself for the third time. I couldn't say that word just yet...

"Keep going, what else?"

"Never mind, I don't want to talk about it anymore." I shift my position in his bed.

"Well, if it's worth anything to you, I don't think your worthless," Prince pulled me in for a hug. "I think you're doing a great job."

Just like the last time I was in his arms, I was too caught up in the fact that he was hugging me to hug back. I shouldn't be, considering the fact that I just kissed him, but I digress.

"Hey, Princey, could you do me a favor?"

"Anything for you, what is it?"

"Could you sing for me? Something calming."

I knew I wouldn't have fallen asleep anytime soon with just silence. I can never fall asleep when it's too quiet, I'd end up thinking about everything I've done wrong, then I'd have an anxiety attack. Throughout my nights I've learned a rule: sometimes, quiet is violent.

The song that Prince sang was one I that Thomas wrote. He sang it with Dodie, I think. It had something to do with birds. The last lines I remember before I dozed of was:

I just wanna watch the birds up there,
Track the migratory patterns that they've flown.
I just wanna watch them from my chair,
With my binoculars, my latte, and my phone.

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"Anxiety?" A voice softly called. The hands attached to the voice gently ushered me awake. My eyes slowly open to see Logic staring back at me.

"Logic...? What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing. You're in Prince's bed."

He was right, I looked out to see a red comforter and Frozen bed sheets instead of normal black blanket. This is going to be hard to explain.

"Um... well, you see-"

"Are you having sexual relations with Prince?"

"What? No!! Don't think like that!" I get out of the bed and stand up next to him.

"Well it's the only logical conclusion. I come here to tidy up the house and here you are in Prince's bed asleep. What would you think if you were me?"

"Okay, I see were you're coming from. But no, I just fell asleep in here. No sexual relations whatsoever."

"There has to be something going on if you fell asleep in here."

I had no excuse for why I fell asleep in Prince's bed, I had to tell him the truth. Well, not all of the truth. "I just needed someone to talk to and then I fell asleep. That's it."

"Are you sure? It seems like to me-"

"Shut up, Logic!" I walk out of the room, stopping at the doorway. "There is nothing going on."

(A/N: The song at the top of the chapter is Birds, the song mentioned. I'd recommend listening to it if you haven't yet! Thanks for all the support!!)