Talking To Yourself

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     "So, what you are implying, is that I ask him out now, and then if he says yes, I'll get him... Crofters?" Thomas asked, standing in the middle of his living room.
     "I'm just saying what I would enjoy. It isn't a choice by everyone." Logic replied.
     "Well, get him what he does like the-" Anxiety began.
     "SING HIM A SONG!" Creativity interrupted.
     "Get him a stuffed animal and cookies!" Morality squeeled.
     "Give him a book about how much you care for him and make him read all of it." Logic pushed up his glasses.
     "Or-" Anxiety said.
     "Or an instrument! Get him like a new ukulele!" Creativity smiled.
     "Give him a puzzle." Logic straightened his tie.
     "A big, huge, teddy bear! And a kiss!" Morality gasped. "Share the cookie."
     "Will you guys shut up?!" Anxiety yelled. "Why don't you get him something simple. He doesn't know you like him yet, so give him a note and maybe a chocolate bar or something. Don't go all out just yet." He sighed. "Maybe something he's into. And maybe like Princey said, sing him a song."
     "That's a great idea, Anxiety!" Thomas gestured to him and smiled. There was a knock at the door. "Hey, I'll talk to you four later, Joan and Talyn are here."
     "He's talking to himself again..." Joan mumbled.
     "I'm sure it's fine." Talyn gave them a quick kiss on the cheek before Thomas opened the door.
     "Hey guys!" He smiled.
     Camden pulled up and turned off his car. He got out and ran up to the door. "These long legs are no waste."
     Thomas laughed and let them all in. They were in their onsies, ready for another Joystick Joyride.

     "I'll see you guys later, bye!!" Thomas waved at them before closing the door.
     "They seemed suspicious of us." Anxiety scared Thomas with his sudden appearance.
     "Well, they didn't notice us, for they can't see us, so how would they be suspicious?" Logic asked.
     Anxiety pointed to the couch. "Talyn kept looking back at the couch. And who was on the couch? Princey and Morality."
     "Yeah, well I saw Joan looking over at the stairs. And who was at the stairs? Anxiety." Creativity huffed.
     "Doesn't matter! They will think Thomas is a freak! They think that he's talking to himself!" Anxiety groaned before sinking down.
     "A... freak..?" Thomas looked down.
     "Thomas, he's just distressed. They won't find out, don't worry." Creativity put a hand on his back.
     "I know Princey, but..." he sighed. "What if they really have noticed me talking? And they think it's to myself since they are unable to notice you guys."
     "Thomas-"
     "I'm going to bed. I'll text Jon in the morning." He walked over to his room and opened the door. The cold air trapped inside all day blasted out the door when he opened it. He closed it behind him, leaving Creativity and Logic standing there.
     "They wouldn't call him a freak... right Logic?" Creativity asked, turning towards him.
     Logic grabbed his side. "I highly doubt they would." He gave him a kiss before sinking down with him.

     "Thomas, you got to tell them or you'll lose them! Let them know what's going on!" Anxiety said.
      "They are gonna think I'm a freak, that I'm weird and a loser! I'm gonna lose them either way!" Thomas grabbed his head.
     "Thomas!" Anxiety grabbed his shoulders. "Get a hold of yourself! They are your best friends, they would never leave you! You aren't gonna lose them!"
     Thomas sighed. "Well.. it's worth a shot.." he hugged Anxiety. "Thank you, Anxiety."
     "Any day." They released when they heard a knock at the door. Joan and Talyn.
     Thomas took a deep breath before walking over and opening the door. All the sides were there, Anxiety, Creativity, Morality, Logic and Deceit.
     "Thomas-" Joan began.
     "Guys-" Thomas said at the same time. But only he continued. "I need to get something off my chest." He took another deep breath. "So, you guys may have been seeing me 'talk to myself' right? Yeah, well, you see... I'm not very much talking to myself. You guys can't see them, but I have five of my sides in the living room at the moment." He pointed out each of them. "There is my Morality. And next to him is my Anxiety. Then over there is my Creativity and Logic. And then over by the stairs is Deceit." He looked back at his friends, ready to have hate thrown at him. Calling him "weird" "disgusting" "insane".
     "Hi!" Joan waved at the sides they couldn't see. "Do they, know who I am?"
     "Uh yeah, my Anxiety actually copes around my friends. He likes you guys." Thomas said.
     "That's so cool!" Talyn smiled and walked closer to them. They held out their hand for a shake.
     Morality reached out and grabbed it. He shook their hand before Creativity grabbed it and kissed it.
     "I can feel them!" Talyn gasped when they could see the sides all in the room. "Ah! This is so cool!"
     "Can- can you see them?" Thomas asked.
     "Yeah! There is an emo guy, who I assume is Anxiety."
     "Yo." Anxiety said.
     "And a dad like figure who I assume is Morality."
     Morality giggled. "Hi kiddo!"
     "A teacher looking man who I could only assume is Logic."
     "Salutations." Logic pushed up his glasses.
      "And a snake man that I assume is Deceit."
      Deceit only smirked.
     "And the prince, which must be Creativity."
     "Ah yes! That is I!" Creativity smiled wide.
     "Wah! I wanna see them!" Joan walked over there and held out their hand like Talyn did.
     Morality and Creativity did the same as they did to Talyn. And suddenly Joan could see them.
     "That's so cool!" They chuckled.
     "So you guys.. don't hate me?" Thomas asked.
     "Of course not, your our best friend!" Joan smiled back at him. "How could we hate you?"
     "Do they have names?" Talyn asked, playing patty cake with Morality.
     "I'm Roman, this is Logan, Virgil and Patton." Creativity smiled.
     "What about him?" Joan asked, turning to Deceit.
     "He hasn't revealed it yet." Virgil said. "God damn snake face." He mumbled.
     "Be nice now, Virgil!" Patton scolded him.
     "Sorry dad."
    
    
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