Unaccepted

Chapter 1: Snapping

Virgil's POV:
It was morning and I could smell pancakes. Patton. He's always the one who makes breakfast. I hated staying up until 8 am listening to My Chemical Romance and Panic! At the Disco while scrolling through Pinterest and Tumblr. I rarely got sleep, but that's because I'd have nightmares. There's always 1 way I can escape my own thoughts when they're too loud...

Knock knock

Patton's knocking. I'll ignore it and pretend like I'm sleeping.
"Anxiety, come on out kiddo... I made pancakes" he said. I didn't answer, and wasn't planning on answering.
"Anxiety?" He asked again. I accidentally answered. I hate it when Patton feels bad.
"No" I groaned. Ugh why did I have to answer.
"Are you sure?" He asked again, worry in his voice.
"Fine" I groaned.
"Ok kiddo!" He said, walking away.

I can't stand Patton being upset, he could effect how Thomas is feeling and I just normally hate Patton being upset. I got out of bed, got dressed into my black jacket with black skinny jeans, and my all-black converse. I quickly touched up my eyeshadow. I touched up my foundation, made sure my bangs were covering most of my eyes like usual, then I walked out of my room and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Roman glared at me when I walked in and grabbed a plate. I ignored him.
"Salutations, Anxiety" Logan said without looking up from his book. Patton turned around to face me.
"Hiya kiddo! How many pancakes?" He asked me with his goofy smile on his face.
"None. I'm just coming down here to get some left over spaghetti." I said, grabbing it out of the fridge. Patton had a smudge of disappointment.
"Now Anxiety, I know you're not eating pancakes with us, but can you still sit down with us?" Patton asked.
"I wasn't planning on doing so anyway, but now... if it makes you happy I'll eat 2 pancakes..." I said, feeling bad for the fatherly trait, putting back the spaghetti.
"Ooh yay!" He said as he scooped 2 onto a plate and handed it to me.

    I started to walk away when he stopped me in my tracks.
"Anxiety? Aren't you gonna eat with us?" He reminded me, gesturing to my seat. I didn't forget, I just didn't care.
"No." I blankly said, not wanting to turn around to face Patton.
"Why no-"
"I said no..." I said raising my voice a little, turning around and cutting him off. He looked sad, I instantly felt bad but I couldn't show him that. I glared it him, instantly regretting coming downstairs. I turned around and went upstairs to my room.

    I sat on my bed and put on my headphones. I put on I'm Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance. Listening to music drowns out my thoughts usually. I continued to eat my pancakes, which I decided to eat without syrup... or butter, but it's ok that way. I'd actually prefer to not have either, I guess Patton knew that maybe.

Roman's POV:
    Why does that little brat of a side always ruin everything?! Thomas has those anxiety pills he refuses to take. He says they're not even needed, that his doctor only prescribed them if it's an emergency. Which every time we "complain" it's not an emergency I guess. I just hate it. Why can't he just lay off? Like why does every decision have to be questioned? Why does every good thing have to be flipped around? I just don't see his purpose. He doesn't ever participate in anything. I'd like to never hear anything come out of his mouth.

Patton's POV:
    I don't know why he got mad at me... I was just trying to include him. I don't want to be mean to him, but he's starting to get on my nerves a little bit. I've always tried to make him feel better and included, since no one else does, besides Thomas. He tries, but has kinda lost a lot of effort. I want him to feel accepted so he can open up. I accept him, but he's always rude to everyone else. He chooses not to be rude to me, sparing my feelings but this is the first time he's ever snapped at me. I don't know what to do...