From a prompt. 

Ever since Patton had convinced Logan to help him his attempts at getting Roman and Anxiety to get together were nonstop. The two were beginning to get very sick of it. 

Every time the two were in a room together Patton would make up some excuse to leave along with Logan, forcing the two to sit in awkward silence or struggle in an even more awkward conversation. They both were growing more and more tired of it. So one day, as the two of them were sitting together in the living room after Patton had dragged Logan out, they once again were left to start a conversation. 

"You've noticed what they're doing too, right?" Roman started, looking over at Anxiety. 

"Kinda hard to miss." He rolled his eyes, and shrugged. "I don't understand it though. I'm pretty sure that it's obvious neither of us likes the other." 

"Yeah." Roman laughed. "It's pretty obvious." 

He paused, staring at the ground and thinking. After a while he looked back up at Anxiety before speaking once again. "Do you think we should do something about it?" 

"About them? What could we do?" He asked. "I mean, if you have an idea that will make them stop then I'm happy to try it." 

"I do have an idea," Roman looked away again, laughing awkwardly. "It would involve us dating, though." 

Anxiety stared at him for a moment, trying to tell if he was being serious or not. "I'm sorry, what?" 

"Not for real!" Roman quickly defended himself. "Just so that they'll stop trying to get us together. We fake it for a little while, and then we pretend to break up. Then they won't mention it again." 

Anxiety seemed to consider it for a moment. "I don't know... Will they really be convinced?" 

"I'm pretty sure we can fool them. Don't you want them to stop leaving us to awkwardly sit together in a room? Because I personally feel a little tired of it, and I don't think they're going to give up any time soon." He pointed out, and Anxiety sighed. 

"Fine. But this fake relationship thing, it can't last long. I don't think I can even pretend to date you for too long." He teased, and Roman scoffed. 

"Please. Dating me would be amazing. You just wish it were real." He shot back and Anxiety faked a disgusted look. 

"Yeah, right." He shook his head. "Anyways... We should probably figure out how we're going to convince them anyways." 

**** 

Pretending to be dating the very person you hate was very hard, the two soon found out. In order for this to work, the two had to be close to each other, to pretend they were actually happy sitting in the same room. Neither of them wanted to immediately just say it to the other two, not only were they too embarrassed, but then they might catch on to it being fake. 

It was the morning after the two had decided to trick Patton and Logan, and they were both sitting at the table next to each other to eat breakfast. It wasn't anything super unusual, sure the two didn't get along but if there weren't any other chairs they would sit together. No one said anything about it, and the four of them went through the morning as usual. 

Roman realized that wasn't going to work, and so the next time he and Anxiety sat together, on the couch this time, he made sure to sit right next to him, with an arm wrapped around his shoulders. When they first sat down Anxiety was startled, and almost asked Roman what in the world he thought he was doing, but kept his mouth shut as he realized it had gained the attention of Patton. The parent was looking between them both, then to Roman's arm, and then over to Logan incredulously. The other appeared confused as to what had him so shocked, but Patton was quick to gesture in their direction. 

The two of them pretended they didn't notice, Roman started a conversation with Anxiety, telling him to smile and act happy. Anxiety did just that, smiling and looking up at Roman. 

"What exactly are we meant to say if they do ask us?" He mumbled, still wanting to be careful so the other two couldn't hear their plan. "Do we have a story of how... This happened?" 

"Don't worry," Roman assured. He knew the other didn't like being put on the spot, and while they had their disagreements he wasn't a complete jerk. "I can answer their questions for you. Once they think we're really together, then we'll plan to break up the next day." 

"Okay." Anxiety nodded, and stayed quiet as they noticed Patton moving to stand in front of them. He started up a conversation, very obviously curious about why the two of them were sitting so close together, but still not saying anything about it. They all talked for a while, Roman doing most of the talking. 

**** 

The next few days carried on this way, both of them trying to get the other's to ask if they were together, to no avail. They had tried all they could think of, dropping as many hints as possible, asking if Patton had anything he wanted to ask them, and still he said nothing. 

The four of them were sitting around the tv now, talking and spending time together, when Roman suddenly caught everyone off guard-especially Anxiety-by randomly making a flirty comment directed towards him. Things went silent, everyone registering what had happened. Anxiety was bright red, stumbling for something to say and wondering why such a small comment, that he even knew wasn't real, could cause him to feel so flustered. 

To save Anxiety from the embarrassment, the subject was quickly changed by Patton, and although Anxiety was thankful he didn't have to say anything he still wondered how Patton hadn't already asked them both if they were together. It seemed like he would never ask them, and still, neither him or Roman could say it themselves. 

The two of them were now in Anxiety's room, Anxiety pacing back and forth and asking. "How could they not ask after that? At this point I don't think we'll ever be able to get them to realize, and then we can never stop pretending, and-" 

"Anxiety." Roman cut him off, frowning. "Come sit down, pacing around and worrying about it isn't going to help. That's for sure." 

Anxiety reluctantly stomped over to sit next to him on his bed. "Well do you have any good ideas?" 

Roman just shrugged, wrapping his arms around Anxiety's shoulder's again and pulling him slightly closer. Anxiety looked up at him, confused. 

"What are you doing?" He asked. "We're alone, there's no reason to pretend." 

"Right..." Roman muttered, moving his arm away. "Sorry. Just used to it." He looked away from Anxiety, cheeks burning. Anxiety felt bad for pointing it out. His intent hadn't been to embarrass Roman, and he found he actually missed having his arm around him. 

It's just because he was used to it, he reminded himself. 

"Maybe..." Roman spoke up again after a few moments. "Maybe we should stop this fake dating thing. It's not working anyways, and, well..." Roman looked back over at Anxiety, moving closer to him again. He seemed nervous.

"Well, what?" Anxiety replied, noticing Roman getting closer to him. He didn't say anything about it, although he was confused. They weren't faking right now, so why was Roman moving so close? Why was he moving closer too? 

"Well, Patton has always thought we would be good together." Roman mumbled. "Maybe... He's not wrong. Maybe... We would be a good couple, for real?" 

Anxiety didn't say anything for a while, wasn't sure really what to say. They were both very close, faces inches apart, and he considered not saying anything at all, to instead lean forward the rest of the way as an answer, but Roman had already taken his silence as something bad and recoiled. He stood quickly and apologized. 

"I'm sorry, I-I thought..." He cut himself off and shook his head. "I don't know what I thought. I'm sorry." 

Before Anxiety could get a word in, before he could stop him, Roman was out of the door and too far down the hall to hear when Anxiety finally called his name, asking him to stop. He kept walking until he reached his room, where he locked his door and hid, not wanting to face anyone or anything. 

Anxiety, still trying to process exactly what had happened, felt very confused. 

Roman liked him. The very person he had just a few days ago been enemies with liked him, and had admitted that, and assumed Anxiety had rejected him. Worst of all, Anxiety wasn't entirely sure of his own feelings now. He had never considered that while doing this the two of them would grow close enough to have feelings for each other. 

He didn't think he liked him, but then, whenever he thought about how it felt to be close to him, to have his arm wrapped around him, being close enough he could have kissed him, he realized how much he enjoyed it. He had wanted to kiss Roman, had almost leaned in to do it, but was stopped. It was all his fault, if only he had realized this sooner, if only he had said something. Then Roman would be next to him now, then he could have gotten the chance to kiss him. 

He had ruined it. 

He told himself that Roman definitely wouldn't want to see him now. He probably hated him, it was his fault things went that way. So, as much as he wanted to chase after Roman and explain himself, to let him know he felt the same way Roman did, he wouldn't let himself. He would only make things worse, he told himself. 

Neither of them got much sleep that night. 

**** 

The following day neither of them said anything to each other. They didn't sit close, didn't even sit next to each other. They couldn't even look each other in the eyes. 

They noticed the concerned looks in their direction, ignored Patton's worry, and ignored each other. It hurt both of them to pretend they hadn't ever pretended to date, to pretend their conversation the night before hadn't ever happened. It hurt, and still neither of them could say anything about it. 

Later that day, when Anxiety decided to avoid everything by staying in his room, there was a knock on the door. For once in his life he was happy to hear that someone was outside his door, and hoped that it was Roman there to talk to him again, to tell him that he didn't hate him and to let Anxiety explain himself. He hurried out of bed and to the door, quickly throwing it open. 

Outside he found a worried Patton, and while he was disappointed he knew it would be rude to ignore him, so he asked what he wanted. 

"Well, I've noticed that neither you or Roman have been doing very good today... I wanted to see if you needed to talk about it. It's none of my business, but I want you to be okay!" He explained, frowning at Anxiety. "So... Do you want to talk about it?" 

"I... I don't know." Anxiety sighed, leaving the door open and walking back to sit on his bed. "Kind of..." 

Patton gave him an assuring smile, walking in after him and taking a seat next to him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Anxiety told him everything about what was bothering him, telling Patton about their plan, and how it hadn't worked out and how he liked Roman for real now but thought he would hate him for what had happened. Throughout the whole story Patton was quiet, listening patiently to everything he had to say. When Anxiety finally finished telling him what had happened he took a moment to think of what to say. 

"Well first thing, if me trying to get you two to talk was bothering you, you could have just said so." He chuckled. "There was no reason to come up with this while complicated plan. I'd never intentionally do anything you didn't like." 

"I know." Anxiety sighed. "I'm not sure what we were thinking... But now it's all just a whole lot worse." 

"Well, you like Roman, right?" Patton asked, looking over at Anxiety. He gave a small nod. "And he said he likes you, too?" 

"Well, yeah..." Anxiety shrugged. 

"Then tell him you like him back. If he likes you already, then why would that be a problem?" He asked, and Anxiety stumbled to reply. 

"Well, I-What if he hates me after what happened when he told me?" He asked, looking at the ground and trying to keep from crying. He just wanted all of this to be over. 

"Why would he hate you for that? I am sure he's just embarrassed, confessing to someone is scary. I bet he'll be relieved to hear that you like him too." Patton smiled, and Anxiety stayed quiet to think about it. 

"Okay..." He mumbled, taking in a deep breath. "I guess I should go talk to him now, then." 

"As long as you're ready." Patton hugged him. "You can do this, Anxiety." 

"Thank you." He hugged back, and then headed to Roman's room. He doubted himself the whole way there, but refused to give up before he even tried. He cared for Roman, and he wanted him to know that. 

**** 

Roman heard a knock on his door, and was positive it would be Patton there to try and ask him what was wrong again. He didn't make any move to open the door, or even tell them he was in there. When there was another knock, Roman groaned. 

"Please Patton, I don't want to talk about it. Go away." He called, and was surprised when he heard Anxiety speaking softly and nervously instead of the person he had been expecting. 

"A-Actually, it's uh, me. I wanted to... Talk to you." Roman could barely hear him through the door. He very quickly got out of bed and opened the door for Anxiety, wondering what he had to say. He knew it probably wasn't what he wanted to hear, but he just wanted to see him again, and be able to talk to him. 

"Sorry." Roman apologized, looking down at the floor. "For yelling at you to go. What... What did you want to talk to me about?" 

"I want to talk about what happened." Anxiety shrugged, also doing his best to avoid looking at Roman. "When you said we should be an actual couple. I... Did you mean it?" 

"Yeah." Roman responded, voice barely audible. "I did." 

"So... You like me then?" Anxiety looked at him for the first time since they had talked, and Roman looked up at him as well, cheeks burning bright red. 

"I do." He admitted. "And... W-Why do you want to talk about it again?" 

Anxiety took a small step closer to Roman and felt his heart pounding. Nervous couldn't begin to describe how he felt at that moment. "Well I... You didn't exactly give me time to respond." 

"I thought..." Roman frowned, trailing off. "You weren't saying anything. I thought you hated me." 

"Well," Anxiety took another deep breath, and took another step forward. After you said that I was trying to figure out whether I should respond or just kiss you. I... I feel the same, Roman." He felt like his heart might literally beat right out of his chest. 

Roman didn't say anything else, simply stared in shock at Anxiety, who was nervously waited to see what he would say. After a while Anxiety spoke up again. "Are you going to say something, or..?" 

"Sorry." Roman breathed, laughing. "I was trying to figure out whether I should respond or just kiss you." He quoted Anxiety from before, grinning widely at him. Anxiety laughed himself, both of them still sounding extremely nervous. 

"I think you should go for the second option." They both looked at each other with smiles on their faces, cheeks a dark red. 

"Alright." Roman said, leaning in towards Anxiety. "I will." 

Anxiety leaned closer too, finally bringing their lips together. The two held each other close, their kiss long and sweet, happy to finally be together, and no longer just pretending. 

This is so long and I'm so tired 

So this took a long time to write. I don't know why, it should not have taken me this long, but all I know is that I'm exhausted and I'm sorry if it's not the best it could have been. I tried my hardest not to make it feel rushed at the end, I don't know how well I managed that though. I was ready to be finished writing it about a thousand words ago lol. 

I'm glad I managed to get something done and out though. I feel like I haven't been doing enough lately (well, I know I'm not doing enough), so I felt like I should stay up and just get this done cause I know I never have the time or feel like doing it during the day. Anyways, I'm seriously gonna get some sleep now. Let's hope I have nothing to do tomorrow so I can sleep in as long as I need. 

Thank you so much for reading and I just wanna say, every single comment I get on my books seriously makes my day. I love that people actually enjoy my writing on here, and I hope I'm making things good enough for you all.  I really worry sometimes that I'm not doing the best I can when I'm writing here, and so when I feel bad about that and I get comments saying that you love it it makes me feel so much better. I hope you all know that I love and appreciate every single one of you, even if you don't leave comments often, just knowing that people read my books is honestly amazing. Thanks so much, I love you all. 

*ring pop delivered by a pig in it's curly tail* (thanks Sprinkles_Writes. I love that people are helping with ideas for this, it's very nice) Bye!-Bob