"Hey," he stated as he walked up to you, holding a flower. "Go on a date with me, human." It didn't sound forced, but it was stern. It wasn't a question nor something you had to do. You looked him from bottom to top before your face turned red.

You rolled your eyes, "fine! Maybe I will! Not because you told me to or anything." You said, grabbing the flower quickly, averting your eyes from the skeleton before turning around and walking away to your room.

When you entered your room, you began to jump and squeal to yourself. Tears pricked at your eyes as you wanted to swoon. You had a big crush on Sans. Ever since you fell down here! You just thought we was so cool, calm, bad! He was everything you ever wanted and more! You.. just wished you could tell him.

But, hey! Maybe today you'd be able to! A date with you favorite skeleton, in a romantic atmosphere! What could be worse?

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You sat with you leg crossed over the other. Your butt cradled on the very small bar stool, your arms folded and an angry expression on your face. You were at Chillby's. (That's Underfell Grillby's right?) YOU WERE AT A LOW END BAR. You wore your favorite (f/c) heels, your most expensive dress and you even styled your hair and did your makeup today! Just to get grease stains from the fryer on them. Your eye twitched.

"Tch. I knew you wouldn't have picked a good place! You're such a slob." You stated, rolling your eyes and turning your head away from the skeleton. "well, sorry! what were you expecting? food served to you on a silver platter? im sorry if I'm not "Prince Charming", sweetheart." Sans barked back, eating another cold fry. How long had you been here now?

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"so now your giving me the silent treatment?"
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You grabbed your purse and hopped off the stool leaving. You got excited for nothing. The flower in your purse's pocket was probably dead and wilted by now. So much for a romantic evening. Romantic evening my ass. Even though he was a slob, you still had the fattest crush on him. And you thought tonight you could tell him. I guess you're waiting another millennia.

Your feet were all muddy, you'd taken off your heels to walk through the park. It was the quickest way back to the brothers' house. You never expected it to rain a few night before though, so now it was all muddy and gross. You didn't care though. You didn't really take it into mind but tears were pricking the corners of your eyes. NO. You weren't going to cry! Not because of your pride or anything. Only cause you didn't wanna ruin your makeup. It took you hours to do.

"hey! I finally caught up with you! why'd you leave?!" You heard Sans' voice as he ran up to you. He was panting. Was he out of breath? "Ugh. What do you want? Can't you see I'm relaxing?!" You shouted at him, your voice coming out bold and harsh. "yeah, you're carrying your shoes, your feet are all muddy, and the humidity got to your hair. what the fuck are you relaxing?"

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"Whatever. Go eat your greasy, bar fries. I'm going home." You began to walk away before a bony hand grabbed at your arm making your heels fall out of your hands and into the mud. Completely ruined. "Damnit, Sans! Look what you di-"
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It was a hug. He was hugging you. Sans the skeleton was hugging you. Not one of those crappy hugs either. An actual embrace.. "why are you so damn difficult?! i try to do something nice for you and you still act like such a brat!" He said, his voice coming out harsh but somehow caring at the same time. You couldn't help but blush. "Yeah right. I try to get dressed all nice for this stupid date YOU asked me on only to be super disappointed."

"I.. was really looking forward to you actually, you fat fart."

At this time you both were blushing. "h-hA! im fat? sweetheart have you looked in the mirror?"

You gasped, angrily, "Hmph! At last I don't smell like ketchup and sadness! " you folded your arms, holding back your smile. "okay, okay! how about this. why don't I take you on a date.. for real this time..?"
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"Fine! It's not like you'll know what to do anyways." You walked ahead of him, this tike not minding the mud.

"shut up already! damn!" He said, trying to catch up with you. "Why are we still friends again?" You questioned, looking at your surroundings. "cause you love me."

"Tch. Yeah. I do."
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Why did you say that?! You quickly covered your face with your hands, that red hue suddenly returning to your face. "Shut up!"

"i didn't even say anything!" He shouted back, his face also red.

(Damn this took 15 years to update.