Hello everyone! Yes, I finally got around to making this book like I said I would! There are two things I should tell you, though, that will make things easier to understand (these are headcanons of mine, not canon facts). First is heights. Tallest out of all of them is Logan, Patton is shorter than Logan by a few inches, Roman is taller than Patton but shorter than Logan, and Virgil is shorter than all of them. He's the smol, emo bean :3. And second is room set up. Yes, I know, it's already canon that there are individual replications of Thomas' entire house as their rooms, but I feel like for these stories it would be easiest to have one replication of Thomas' house with just individual rooms in a single hallway to be their rooms. Well... That was all I needed to say... Hope you enjoy the stories!

-Admin

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3 AM in Thomas' Mind
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It was another restless night for Anxiety. He had been having no desire to lay down and simply relax for the past week. Even though he wouldn't admit it, he knew it was because of a certain picture-perfect prince. Sure, Roman was self-centered at times, but even that made Virgil's heart sing. The way he fidgeted with his hair, the way he glanced over at him, and the way his voice was the actual embodiment of royalty. All of it was perfect. Roman was perfect. But only perfect to him.

After giving up on sleeping, as usual, Virgil got up and went to make himself some tea. It wasn't that big of a deal for the other traits, seeing as he would either pass out on the couch that morning or take naps throughout the day. At least he was getting his rest somehow, right? But for some reason, when the anxious side trudged down the stairs and was about to round the corner, a girly yelp sounded from the sofa. Virgil felt like he almost died, obviously. When he turned to the shadowed figure, it was none other than Prince Roman.

"Roman?! What the f-"

"Yes, yes, I know. I sound like a little girl when I scream! No need to rub it in!"

Roman seemed very flustered as he tried to dramatically cross his arms and pout, only resulting in him embarrassing himself even more. Anxiety wasted no time, smirking and teasing the royal. "You're a hot mess, Princey." The tables turned as the prince smiled cheekily. "Aw, you think I'm hot." Hiding a blush, Anxiety rolled his eyes and simply continued his quest to the kitchen.

Out of curiosity, the creative side peeked over the counter and stared at the other. He noticed the tea bag and mug in Virgil's hand. "Hey, is your name earl gray?" he asked, smiling happily.

"What? What are you even talking about?"

"'Cause I think you're a hottie."

While Roman stood there, grinning to celebrate his victory, Virgil tried not to show off his own smile.

"Shut up..."

"Love ya, too, Virgil."