I banged my head on my door, just for good measure and walked into the living room. I grabbed Romans arm and dragged him into the hall.

"What is it?" He asked with his arms crossed. I didn't want to do this. I would much rather stay with Patton than anyone else, but thanks to Logic's stupid rule I'd have to stay with Prince.

I sighed,"Look, I locked myself out of my room and I left my emergency key on my nightstand. We both know the rule, so I'm going to bunk with you tonight, ok?" He blinked and nodded. He walked over to his room and silently opened the door for me. I nodded grateful.

When I walked into the room, you could tell it was Princey's. If the door wasn't a give away, this was.

His door was a dark oak with gems and jewels surrounding the perimeter and a small cartoon crown painted on it. Inside the room was a plush carpet with a small seating area, a dark oak dresser and nightstand, a gold fireplace, and a king size white satin bed with gold posts.

I blinked my shock and awe away by shrugging. I walked over to his bed and laid down. I knew he would make me sleep on the couch at night so why not sleep now during the day. I'm gonna have to keep Thomas up all night anyway...

"What are you doing?" He asked seeing me lay down. "I'm going to sleep so I don't bother you in the night." I explained. "Oh no you are not! I'm tired of you keeping Thomas up all night. You are going to stay awake all day with us, and then getting a good night sleep. Don't think I can't see those bags and dark circles under your eye shadow."

I sighed. He was right. "Fine." I agreed and got up again. His bed was uncomfortable anyway. He had goose feather pillows and bed. It's too flat. I need support in my life. Literally.

I laughed a little at my own joke and walked towards him. "Alright Princey, what do you morons do while I'm sleeping?" I smirked at his angry face. He rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. I'm going to have fun with this. revenge is sweet, but it's also best served cold, so basically revenge is ice cream and I love me some ice cream.

"well, we usually play a board game after listening to me play the piano." He told me. I nodded, remembering the song he played this morning. "So, what are we playing today?" I questioned. He glanced at me "well, since you are new to this, you should pick." I smirked a little thinking of all the "fun" Games to play. "Hangman." I decided. He rolled his eyes, "Hangman it is then." He then walked ahead of me and into the living to tell the others.

When Morality found out I was playing, He smiled brightly. "Really! Wow, I've always wanted to play with Anxiety! He's always gloomy." He exclaimed. I smiled just a little knowing that someone wanted me here. "I get why you brought him Roman. Frankly I wouldn't want him alone in my room either." I shot glare at Logan and scowled at him. what. An. Ass.

I took my seat next to them. At the game table we had separate seats that popped up when we entered. I've never come here so I've never seen my seat or the others.

Patton's was a light blue beanbag, Logan's was a navy blue office chair, Roman's was a red and gold thrown with gems on the back, and mine was a cushioned light grey rocking chair.

The others looked confused at the weird style of the chair, but I shrugged and sat down. At least now I could rock without looking like a total psycho.

We began the game, me going first since I was new. I picked the words 'logic is an ass' and laughed as I wrote in the blanks in the white board. "Are there any S's?" Asked morality. I suppressed a laugh and wrote in the letters.

This continued until the end sentence was revealed. The faces varied. I knew I was on the verge of breaking out laughing, morality looked confused, Logic glared at me, and Princey just rolled his eyes. "You have insulted me with this childishness, Virgil." My happy mood was broken at his serious tone.

"What? It's funny." I stated barely suppressing a laugh at the round that I planned out. This was comedy gold, and its funnier because it's true. "Let's play a different game. I say truth or dare" Proposed Logan. I knew it was because he was a butt hurt bitch, but I didn't say anything.

We agreed. I just kind of sat back, until I got asked a question. "So, Virgil, you've seen my room, what does your's looks like?" Roman asked me after I picked truth. I stopped. Did I really want to tell them?

"Well, my room it actually a light grey. Dark colors make the room seem smaller and small spaces make me panic. I also have hard wood floors and-" I hesitated. Did I really, really want to tell them this? I sighed "I also have white fairy lights hung in every dark corner and above my bed that come on when it gets dark out." I purse my lips. "Oh, and I have a black duvet and black dressers and nightstands and a tv."

They looked at me blinking. They're gonna say something. They're judging me. They all think I'm childish. "We need to have a sleepover some time! You're room sounds so pretty!" Shouted Dad. I grimaced, I don't like shouting.

I then asked logic a question, and the cycle continued until it got back to me. "I dare you to... Sit in Romans lap." Logan smirked at me. Cheeky bastard. Revenge may be Ice cream, but I wasn't in the mood for it.

"No." I bluntly said. I'm gonna make a fool of myself. I'm gonna be judged. Roman will be uncomfortable. He'll hate me. I might blush and they'll think I have a crush. "It's a dare. You have to." Logan graciously pointed out.

I quickly got up and sat on Romans lap. I forced my blush away. I expected him to push me off or ask when I'm getting off, but instead he hugs me from behind. He fucking hugs me and digs his face in my neck.

He's trying to embarrass you.

Stop.

He's the best actor out of all of them.

It's an act, stupid.

I know.

Do you really think anyone could love you?

You are a disorder. A glitch. A coping method gone wrong.

I blinked back tears, I'm not crying in front of them. Those bastard. Romans breath was on my neck making chills go up my spine. I tried to ignore it, I tried to focus on the game, but then he latched onto my neck.

He suckled on the base of my neck, my sweet spot, sending a small whine out of me. My face lit up red as they looked at me. I was holding onto the table, breathing hard. They're judging me.

I felt like crying, but I wouldn't. So I just played it off. "What?" I asked shooting a glare. They just turned around and kept talking. I then glanced back at Roman who was smirking.

"You Suck." I told him. "You swallow." He shot right back. To say I was fuming, was an understatement.

I shoved him off me and stormed out of the room. My anxiety was really starting to set off. The looks, the thoughts, they kept coming back to me. Roman was so confusing.

He acted like he hated me, then he's latched on to my neck like a leech. What even!? And what's worse is that, no one seems to care. I can't go to my room and calm down to soft music like I usually do. No, I locked myself out like the idiot I am.

So I went to Romas room.

Probably not the best choice, but it was better than panicking in the living room in front of everyone so they could pity me.

His walls were a dark red. I felt like they were closing in on me. I curled into a ball trying to think of something, anything at all to calm me down, but my brain was scattered. I wasn't even able to think of song lyrics.

The pressure on my chest returned. It was pushing down like the weight of the world, making it impossible to breath. My muscles clenched and I sat there. Tears sprung in my eyes as I tried to calm down, but couldn't help but panic just a little. I tried to breath, telling myself that It was all in my head, but I knew I was affecting Thomas just slightly. When I'm panicking it affects him, but when he's panicking it affects me, not to mention my anxiety is three times worse than his.

I heard a knocking on the door, but all I could manage was a strangled squeak. The door opened. My vision was fuzzy and my hearing was dim, so I couldn't tell who was there. I just laid there and tried to calm myself down.

I then heard yelling of some sort. That made it worse. I was hyperventilating, but still couldn't breath correctly. It was a weird feeling.

I then felt someone stroking my hair, it felt, nice? I calmed down a little so I could hear just a little better and was greeted by singing. I couldn't tell what song, I just heard the melody. Was that... Roman?

I was then, able to breath slightly better so I began to do my breathing techniques. Breath in for four, hold for seven, blow out on eight. My vision cleared enough to see Princes blue eyes peering into my steely grey ones. I could finally here the song, A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes from Cinderella. A classic.

In the original the sisters cut off parts of their feet and get their eyes plucked out by birds at the wedding.

I was so emotionally drained I could've collapsed right there. He saw my fatigued state and put me in bed. He began to walk away, but after attacks I always felt like a child. I wanted to be cuddled and pampered.

I grabbed his sleeve. He knew what I wanted. He climbed into the bed with me and hugged me close. I cuddled into him, feeling his body heat. I didn't care that I'd don't like him in the slightest. Any company was good company at this point.

His heart beat was soft and steady like a drum. Then before I knew it, I was asleep with Princey stroking my dark brown hair and softly singing in the background.