Roman's POV:

I woke up feeling strangely heavy. That's odd, I normally wake up feeling refreshed from my beauty sleep and ready for the day. Where had this heavy feeling come from?

I pulled myself away from the bed, with great difficulty. I stretched out my arms and back, yawning. I felt exhausted even though I had gone to sleep at 10:00 last night. It was only 8:00 AM, how could I be this tired still? I shrugged, eyes still closed as I walked over to my dresser to change out of my pajamas. I reached out for my hair brush to find it not there. Alarm shot through me. Where was my hair brush?!

I opened my eyes, and froze. This wasn't my room. I looked down. These weren't my pajamas.

"Oh my gooooood!" I yelled, looking at myself in a mirror.

I was Virgil. I was VIRGIL! I was in Virgil's room! I was in Virgil's clothes! I felt and looked like Virgil!

"What the hell!?" I yelled again, raising a hand to mess with my new bangs. How could he stand this hanging in front of his face all the time?! My chest felt heavy and hollow at the same time! What is this feeling and why do I feel it?! I don't like it! I looked down at what I was wearing; a giant soft black sweater and fluffy dark purple pajama pants. This was NOT my style! Although... this sweater is really soft...

"Snap out of it Roman! You're dreaming!" I told myself sharply. I pinched myself, hard. "Ow!"

I wasn't dreaming.

Virgil's POV:

I woke up feeling really good for some reason... like I wanted to get up and dress nice and feel good about myself. Wait, that's not normal... my eyes fluttered open to a slightly familiar ceiling. Wait... why was I in Princey's room? I sat up quickly. Wait, where even was Princey?

I jumped out of bed, looking around the whole giant room in search of his Royal Annoyance. If this was some kind of prank, I'm going to kill him. I couldn't find him, and finally stopped to look at his dresser. I noticed his hair brush, reminding me of my own hair. I gasped, realizing I didn't have my bangs. I looked at the full body mirror that only this arrogant prince would have, gaping at myself.

I was Roman... I was literally Roman... I looked like him, and I felt like him... is this how he feels all the time? That must be nice... I looked down at his pajamas. A white button up pj shirt and fluffy white pj pants with little gold crowns on them. Wow, really? I looked back up at my face, frustrated, frightened, and amazed by my lack of eye shadow, dark circles, and the fact that Roman literally woke up with that perfect hair.

"I must be tripping or something," I mumbled, feeling the shirt. It was when I heard a loud yell from what sounded like me that I realized I wasn't.

Patton's POV:

I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock and immediately got up. Wait, I don't use an alarm clock that sounds like that, and I always hit the snooze button three times before getting up. I looked around, immediately recognizing Logan's room. Huh? Why was I in here?

I felt a strong urge to get moving to get dressed and get working, but I ignored it to look at myself in the mirror confused. "Wait!" I said out loud, doing a double take upon seeing myself. I was in Logan's pajamas. I giggled as I realized it was the unicorn onesie.

I gave into the urge and let my body move on it's course, yawning a little. When I looked back at myself a moment later, I realized I was in Logan's clothes. Wait, was I Logan? I felt like him, and I was acting like him.

Oh my gosh! I'm Logan!

Logan's POV:

I heard a strange alarm noise that sounded like a song. I wanted to hit snooze because I wanted to sleep longer, but I was confused as to why I wasn't hearing my normal alarm. I got up recognizing that I was in Patton's room. Now, I needed to figure out why. I tried to recall my actions. I don't remember spending the night in Patton's room, although that was quite common for us.

I walked over the dresser, feeling bouncy and bubbly inside for some reason. My eyes widened as I saw myself in his cat onesie. Now why was I in-

Realization hit me then. I felt like Patton, woke up in Patton's room, and I was wearing Patton's clothes. Oh gosh, I was Patton. Some how, some way, I was Patton. We must have swapped places.

Roman's POV:

I rushed out of Virgil's- well, 'MY' room and immediately headed for my actual room. I open the door quickly, finding 'me' standing shirtless in front of the full body mirror. He was looking and ghosting his fingers over the area above the pants line on his hips. He didn't notice me come in, and he looked lost in thought. I strange surge of emotion; I felt... flustered? I was curious for a moment before I snapped out of it.

"Ahem!" I said, clearing my throat. He jumped out of his skin as he looked at me with wide eyes.

"Oh let me guess," 'Roman' said in a monotone voice. "Princey?"

"Virgil?" I said, nodding and gesturing to him. He nodded as we stared at each other for a moment. "What the hell happened?"

He shrugged. "I have no idea," he said looking me up at down. "I-I just woke up and found myself like this."

I noticed the stammer in his voice as he looked at me. What was that about? I looked him up and down, the flustered feeling still there. "Why are you shirtless?" I asked curiously.

I saw his cheeks go red. So THAT'S what is looks like when I blush! "No reason," he said quickly as he pulled and buttoned back on the pajama shirt. I smirked, thinking of several reasons why he could be shirtless while he was mentally Virgil but physically and emotionally me. "It wasn't anything like that you pervert!"

I laughed a little, but a strange surge of thoughts ran through my mind. He's yelling at you. You're annoying him again. He probably hates you. Shut up. "Whoa..." I breathed.

"What?" Virgil as me asked. I shook my head quickly.

"Nothing," I said hastily. I wasn't following the thoughts, I just wanted to hear them. My curiosity was increasing. 'Roman' looked at me curiously.

Pretend you're fine. Don't let him know. It's not his problem so don't be selfish. He wouldn't care anyway.

"Right, well, let's go find Logan and Patton," 'Roman' said. "I have a feeling those two are under similar conditions."

I nodded in agreement as we headed for the common room. I realized I was shorter than him. 'I' being Virgil, and 'he' being me. Huh, the more you know I guess, I never realized. I could feel nervousness in my chest as I walked next to 'myself'. I wonder why...

We reached the common room to find Logan and Patton already there. "Oh hey guys!" Logan said enthusiastically.

"Yes, we're switched," Patton said, straightening his glasses like Logan normally did. "I presume you two were as well?"

"I'm offended you couldn't tell he's not me," I snapped jokingly, gesturing to 'Roman'. The others looked amused by 'Virgil' saying this. "Yes, we were switched too."

"I want to change back," 'Roman' mumbled. That was very out of character for me, but in character for Virgil, who is who he really was.

"Logan said it should only last until Thomas switches us back, but he's busy today," 'Logan' said with a bright smile. "He said it wouldn't be good to bother him today and that we'll ask him tonight to change us back."

An entire day as Anxiety. This would be interesting... "I would like to know why this happened in the first place," I said frustratedly. Everyone looked at me in shock. "What?"

"That was almost scarily like the real Virgil," 'Patton' said. "As for that, I have a theory, but I have no way to prove it. I will tell you what I know so far. We have switched body's and emotions with each other, as well as some of their personality and thought process. You will feel how your switched Side would feel in any situation you encounter. You will feel how they feel, think like they will, and obviously look like they do."

"This will be interesting," 'Logan' said, clearly excited. It was really funny to see Logan with Patton's mind. "Oh! I have to go work! I'll see you later!"

He stood up to go work when 'Patton' stopped him with wide eyes. "Please don't screw anything up with my work," he asked. "I trust that my thoughts will be able to guide you through it, and that you'll make sure to not do-"

"Logan, relax," 'Logan' said, with a smile. "I promise I won't mess anything up. Now you should know how nagging it is to have work to do, can I go now?"

'Patton' sighed and nodded, letting him go. "I guess I'm making brunch," he said, looking upward curiously. He was probably reading through what Patton would be feeling and thinking right now. Without another word, he headed to the kitchen.

There was a thick silence between 'Roman' and I, causing me to feel incredibly nervous and think through all the things he would be thinking right now. "So what do you do all day?" he asked me finally.

"It depends, I normally brainstorm while watching Disney movies in the background," I said, smiling. 'Roman' smirked, reminding me who he really was.

"That sounds pretty nice," he said with a shrug. "Better get started on that then."

He walked off, leaving me standing alone in the common room. I headed back to 'my' room, flopping face first onto the bed because Virgil's thoughts told me he normally did that. I chuckled a little, pulling out my phone to browse Tumblr. Thoughts about earlier swarmed my mind, but one actually caught my attention as I recalled it. Virgil had been looking at his hips when I entered the room. Was there something he was looking for?

Wait... I pulled off the sweater, and walked over to the mirror, stomach dropping at the sight. Along both hips, right about where the pants started, were thin pink scars. I ran my fingers along them, feeling Virgil's thoughts and feelings confirm what they were. Self harm scars... The thoughts told me they were from years ago and that he hadn't been doing it recently, making it easier to breathe. However the thoughts changed to something that caused me to crumble to the ground. Reasons... reasons for each mark...

I couldn't breathe, there were tears in my eyes that were soon flowing down my face. My vision was black around the edges and my hearing went muffled. I soon sobbing in a ball struggling to breathe. This must be what Virgil goes through...

I wasn't sure how long I was like that before someone rushed into the room. I couldn't really hear what they were saying but I felt them wrap their arms around me and pull me close. I flinched away from the contact, but they held me close anyway as I sobbed.

Don't hurt me! Virgil's thoughts said as they raised their hand. I felt them gently rub the tears away from my cheeks, despite more quickly replacing them. They ran their fingers through my hair, which surprisingly helped a lot. They leaned in close to my ear.

"You don't have to say 'I love you' to say I love you. Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons. We'll be making shades of purple out of red and blue. Sickeningly sweet like honey, don't need money, all I need is you," they sang softly. I felt myself lean into them, focusing on their voice. "All I need is you..."

My breathing evened out and when I opened my eyes, my vision had cleared. "I've got you," they murmured. I looked up to recognize myself, but you know, Virgil. My face heated up for some reason.

Upon seeing him, I started crying a little more. I wasn't sobbing or having trouble breathing any more, but I just couldn't contain the tears as I remembered why I was like this in the first place. I pulled him close to me, cause him to gasp a little. I could feel my heart going haywire. "Don't ever do it again," I whispered.

It took him a second to realize what I was talking about before he realized I was shirtless. I blushed bright red as I realized it again. I pulled away, to meet his eyes, feeling my chest feel all warm and fuzzy.

You're in love with him.

My eyes widened. It all made sense. The flustered and nervous feelings, the blushing, it was because Virgil was in love... with me.

I realized that my thoughts about him were open to Virgil. He probably figured out I was in love with him too. I pulled him by the shirt into a kiss. He gasps and tentatively kisses me back.

What are you doing!? He's going to hate you! I pulled away to address his thoughts. "I could never hate you," I murmured, pressing my lips to his again.

You're so stupid! You're ugly and pathetic and he's going to leave you! I pulled away again. "You're beautiful, and I would never leave you," I said, as he looked at me.

Don't mess it up... "You could never doing anything to make me stop loving you," I whispered. Tears were rolling done 'Roman's' face as I pressed my forehead to his.

"I believe you," he murmured. "I can hear it in your thoughts... I can feel it in my chest... you actually love me..."

I nodded, smiling. "And you love me," I said, earning a smile from him. I pressed another kiss to his lips, one that he returned with a smile. When we pulled away, I became aware once again that I was shirtless, blushing. "I- uh, I should probably put my sweater back on."

He laughed. "If you must," he said with a sly wink. I blushed even more and swatted at him as I pulled on the sweater. It was REALLY soft... I might steal this from him...

"Movies and cuddles?" I suggested with a hopeful smile. He smiled and nodded. We got up from the floor and moved to the bed where I laid on his chest.

"I love you Roman," I said with a laugh as I looked at him. He caught on, smirking as he replied. "I love you too Virgil."

Third Person POV:

'Patton' smiled as he listened to the exchange from outside the door. They were adorable, but hearing set of a strange surge of emotion. He found himself walking to 'Logan's' room and approaching him at his desk. He wrapped his arms around his waist from behind. He jumped a little before smiling and relaxing.

"Oh, you scared me!" 'Logan' said as he leaned into him. "Whatcha need?"

'Patton' said nothing. He sighed, getting 'Logan's' full attention. He spun around in his chair. "What's wrong?"

"What are we Patton?" he asked him. 'Logan's' face fell a little, seeming to have suspected he'd ask that question. He'd heard it in his thoughts.

"What do you mean?" he asked a little shakily.

"Patton, we hold each other like a couple, we sneak into each other's room, but..." he trailed off. "I'm no expert on emotions, Patton, but I keep hearing a thought of yours, and feeling something I recognize..."

"What's that?" 'Logan' asked breathlessly, standing up. 'Patton' was fidgeting with his hands as 'Logan' reached out with a hand to place gently on his cheek.

"I think I love you Patton," he murmured. 'Logan' smiled, nodding. "You can feel it, can't you?"

He nodded again stepping closer. "Can we be a couple, officially?" 'Patton' asked.

"Of course," 'Logan' said, leaning in to kiss his now boyfriend softly. They smiled into it, each not wanting to do anything else but kiss the other.

They didn't realize they'd been summoned until someone cleared their throat. They jumped apart, faces bright red. Thomas stood with a smirk on his face.

"Logicality huh?" he said, gesturing to them. They bashfully nodded. He chuckled, with a smile. "Cute, I'm happy for you! I'll summon Princey and Virge now."

Sure enough he did, and they appeared together cuddling each other and asleep. 'Logan' had to contain squeals of delight to keep from waking them.

"That... is adorable," Thomas said with a big smile. "Right well, I'll switch you guys back now."

With a snap of his fingers the four of them were back to normal, Roman and Virgil still sound asleep. "Thank you Thomas!" Patton said, taking Logan's hand and sinking down. Thomas nodded and looked at the sleeping couple and sent them back with another snap, smiling to himself.

Not like he switched them up on purpose or anything...