Anxiety's POV:

Dang it! The light bulb in my ceiling light needs to be changed, and I'm too short to reach it! I don't want to ask for help, because I don't want anyone to see it... it's this cool thing that creates the night sky on the ceiling of my room at night. It helps with my anxiety and keeps my room from being pitch black. Unfortunately, I'm still too short to reach the bulb.

Grumbling to myself, I set out to find Logan, knowing he'd probably be the most logical person to ask. See what I did there? Okay, I'm turning into Patton... I need to stop...

Knocking on his door, I found there to be no one inside. Letting out a huff, I checked Patton's room. Finding it empty as well, I stood in the common room confused. Both of the elder Sides were MIA. Honestly, wherever they were, they were probably together...

"Greetings Anxiety!"

"What the-?!" I shouted, jumping at the sudden voice behind me. I looked at him, holding a hand over my chest. "Don't, do, that..."

Prince put his hands up defensively. "Apologies, I didn't mean to startle you Anxiety," he said, although he was holding back a grin. "I couldn't help but notice you were out of your room, did you need something?"

"One, I come out of my room more often than you give me credit for, and two, yeah, do you have any idea where Patton and Logan are?" I asked, trying to be annoyed by Prince's charisma.

Prince shook his head. "I haven't seen them either, what do you need them for?"

"Oh, I just needed their help with something," I muttered. His face brightened.

"Perhaps I could be of assistance!" I gave him a skeptical look. "I'm at your service."

I groaned, looking at his enthusiastic smile. "Fine, seeing as you're the only one here..." I said, annoyed and anxious about how Prince would react to my night light.

What if he thought it was stupid? What if he laughed at me? What if he hates me?

These questions were spiraling through my brain as we made our way toward my room.

Prince's POV:

I looked around curiously as I stepped into Anxiety's room. I'd never actually been inside, not that there was a lot to look at. It was a small room with black walls and furniture with a bed in the middle. The only interesting thing about it was the ceiling. It had some sort of light contraption on it.

"I, uh, have a ceiling night light thing, and the bulb needs to be changed, but I'm too short to reach it..." Anxiety muttered.

I nodded, retrieving the replacement from his hand and reaching up to unscrew the bulb. I winced as I sliced my finger open on something, realizing that the bulb had been broken. I ignored it and continued to change out the bulb, screwing in the new one and disposing of the old, broken one.

Anxiety tested it. My eyes widened as I saw the ceiling transform into the night sky. It was beautiful. "Whoa, that's amazing!"

I felt him look at me in shock. "Oh my god, you're bleeding," he said, concern lining his voice. I looked down to see he was right.

"It's nothing, just a cut from the old light bulb," I said with a shrug.

"That doesn't mean it couldn't get infected or worse! Come here," he said, taking me by the arm and pulling me in his bathroom where he had me run it under water while he got out some disinfectant cream and a bandaid. Sitting on the floor, I felt myself blushing as he gently took my hand and put the cream on delicately over the cut before putting on the bandaid. "There..."

We stood up, walking back to his doorway. "Uh, thanks, for helping me with the light..."

I smirked, getting an idea. "I believe I deserve a reward for my services."

Anxiety rolled his eyes. "Yeah right Princey, it wasn't that big a deal."

I gasped, acting wounded. "Uh, I was gravely injured! Just look at my poor index finger!"

Anxiety chuckled, once again rolling his eyes. To my surprise, he then leant up quickly and gave me a peck on the cheek. I froze, feeling my face heat up. I raised a hand to the spot as Anxiety blushed deep red under the foundation.

Act natural! Act natural! My thoughts screamed. I smirked, trying to play it off. "Psh, I could do much better than that Hot Topic!"

Anxiety smirked. "Oh really Sir Sing-A-Lot? Prove it."

I took him by the waist, causing him to blush even harder. I leaned in, pressing my lips passionately to his. Anxiety gasped, before returning the kiss. His arms found their way around my neck as I pulled him closer. We only pulled away to breathe, both of us panting from lack of oxygen. We stared at each other for a moment until Anxiety spoke.

"Is that how you kiss the damsels you rescue?" I laughed as he kept going. "Cause if that's how you kiss when you save a princess or something, how are you single?"

"I save those kisses for someone I'm madly in love with," I said, still holding Anxiety by the waist. He blushed, looking at the floor with a small, shy smile. "And if that someone would like to, per say, be my boyfriend," I said slowly and hopefully, seeing Anxiety look up, "I wouldn't be single, now would I?"

Anxiety's jaw was hanging open slightly. "Did- did you just ask me to be your boyfriend?"

I blushed, feeling nervous again all of sudden. "Yes?" Silence met my words, causing me to panic. "If you don't, we could always pretend this never happened-"

I cut off by a pair of lips being pressed to mine, my eyes widening in shock.

"I'd love to be your boyfriend, especially if it means I'm the only one who gets those kisses," he said with a small smirk.

Pulling him into another kiss, I replied with a smirk, "You, and only you, my love."

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