You lie in bed, unable to sleep. Your dress and heels have been thrown to the side of the room, and a semi-decent attempt to remove your makeup was made. Yet your mind is on anything but getting ready for bed tonight.

Magic; that wonderful, mystical force only read about in storybooks. It had surfaced five years ago along with the monsters, turning childhood fantasies into reality in the best and worst ways. There are theories that humans if trained enough, can re-harness their grip on magic once again, just like they did during the war with the monsters hundreds of years ago. You're quite partial to this theory since in your mind the reason sorcerers died out was because when the monsters were sealed away, all magic was accidentally sealed along with them, and now that they're back magic is also returning. But still, you thought you'd react better when finally faced with a show of magic.

Watching a dude fly across a room and land on a table was not how you envisioned your first time.

Luckily, tomorrow is the end of the workweek, meaning you have an entire two days to wonder about the possibilities of magic while doing absolutely nothing.

You decide to treat yourself and stay in bed till long gone lunch before finally getting up for the day.

Still, in your PJ's and with a mop of unbrushed hair, you stumble your way down to the kitchen to get some coffee. Coffee has been your best friend since college, and you fear the day you have to wake up without its liquid power.

"Afternoon, Nicki," you greet, walking past your roommate on your way to the kitchen. She's sat at the dining table, spoon-feeding G.

You make it all the way to the coffee machine before it suddenly clicks in your mind what you'd seen. Tripping over your own feet, you barrel back to the dining room with a hanging jaw.

"G?!" You exclaim in shocked horror.

"Sup, Y/n?" He grins and opens his mouth for another spoonful of ice cream.

Your head is about to explode. What is he doing here? In your house? In the middle of the day?! Didn't you settle your score last night at the bar? Has he gone back on his word already? You knew he was a dirty bastard!

"Oh, so you two have met!" Nicki chirps happily, returning the spoon to its bowl.

"Something like that," G smirks. He lounges back against the chair, watching for your reaction.

"Nicki-" you begin, about ready to blow your top. She interrupts you before you're given the chance.

"Isn't he charming, Y/n? I still can't believe he's actually my boyfriend! How lucky am I?!"

All words fall away to be left with blank space. You're...genuinely speechless right now. Did you hear that right?

"I- I'm sorry?"

"Mmhmm! That's right!" She leans across the table to hug one of his arms. "Oh! And I've already invited him to live with us every now and then. You don't mind, right? I promise you won't even know he's here."

"I'll be as quiet as a mouse." He agrees, giving Nicki a loving look of which she returns.

Something inside you snaps.

"Nicki, can I have a moment with G, please?" You request sweetly.

"Sure thing. Be right back, Boo." She pecks his cheekbone and exits the dining room.

G rests his hands behind his skull and takes a contented sigh. "We make a pretty cute couple, right?"

You storm over to the cocky skeleton and grab him by the front of his shirt. "You asshole! Just what do you think you're doing back in my house?!" You demand, fire blazing in your eyes.

"What do you mean? I'm just hangin' with my new girlfriend."

"Don't get cute with me dickhead! Last night we made a deal, or did you already forget?"

He rests a hand on one of yours, loosening your grasp, "I remember; hottest date wins."

"Which I won!"

"Yeah, right up until you turned your hot date into a hot mess. The way I see it that compromises your win."

"Like hell it does! You gave up!"

"Did I? I don't remember saying that?" He gives a coy grin, and you're tempted right there and then to knock loose a few of his perfect white teeth.

Unfortunately, Nicki peeks her head back in. "You guys all done?"

You swiftly release G's shirt and take a step back. "Yeah, all done." You seethe through clenched teeth, wiping your hands on your pyjama top. "Just had to lay down a few ground rules for your boy here."

"Oh, goodie! I knew you'd like him!"

You refrain from gagging. "Yeah- sure. I'm going back to bed."

"Huh? But you haven't had your morning coffee?"

"I've lost my appetite."

Three hours later, you're sat in your local Starbucks, guzzling down a large, sugary latte with enough whipped cream to drown an army. You'd tried waiting out G's visit in your room, hoping he would leave now that he's rubbed it in your face that he's officially dating your roommate. But did he leave? No. He'd stayed in your house and cracked terrible puns to your roomie. Listening to the two of them laugh and giggle amongst each other had finally sent you over the edge. You had to escape and get your coffee.

So you got dressed and climbed out your window, James Bond style. It had been surprisingly easy.

Which is how you ended up here, sat alone and on a caffeine rush with nowhere to go.

A gentle tap on your shoulder has you glance up from your coffee. Papyrus beams down at you. 

You spit out your coffee.

"P-Papyrus!" You cough, thumping your chest while simultaneously trying to hide your messy face. There's coffee leaking out of your nose! Oh god, how embarrassing. He must think you such a slob. Why do you always make a fool out of yourself when in the presence of this skeleton?

The kind monster simply smiles sweetly and withdraws a hanky from his pocket. Of course he'd carry a hanky. It's a gentleman's tool. "HERE." He says, offering the black fabric to you.

"Thank you." You squeak, bringing the material up to your face to wipe away the shame as fast as possible. "I'm so sorry you had to see that, you genuinely surprised me. Did I get any coffee on you?"

"I AM FINE, IT IS MY FAULT FOR MAKING YOU JUMP."

"No way, I should have been paying better attention to my surroundings. Uh, do you want your-" You raise his hanky uncertainly, unsure if he even wants it back after you ruined it.

"THAT IS OKAY, I HAVE PLENTY MORE AT HOME. DO YOU MIND IF I TAKE A SEAT?"

He gestures to the empty chair opposite you. Your heart leaps into your throat. Does Papyrus actually want to sit with you?! This is like a dream come true!

"Please, I'd love some company." You smile, internally freaking out. This is the best day ever! "Did you just get in? I didn't notice you or I would've said hello."

"I HAVE ONLY BEEN HERE A FEW MINUTES, I WAS NOT SURE WHETHER TO APPROACH YOUR OR NOT. YOU APPEARED DEEP IN THOUGHT." He admits cheerfully, lacing his phalanges together on the table. "DO YOU COME HERE OFTEN?"

Do you come here often? Oh God, he said it! The ultimate pick-up line! You can die happy now. Even though he clearly didn't mean it as a pick-up line, it doesn't matter. Lady luck must be watching over you after seeing what a shit week you've had.

"N-not really." You say, trying to hide your gleeful grin. "I just needed my daily dose of caffeine. Normally I have it at home, but my roommate has her new boyfriend over, and he's already driving me insane."

"I SEE YOUR PROBLEM." Papyrus nods sagely, "I TOO GET FRUSTRATED WHEN MY BROTHER BRINGS OVER FEMALES WITHOUT MY CONSENT. THE HOUSE IS ALWAYS LEFT IN A MESS."

"I mean, I'm used to it by now, but this new guy- he's a real piece of work. My roommate is putty in his hands. It's sickly watching them together." You gesture to the café, "hence why I'm here. I had to escape."

"SO YOU ARE OUT ALONE?"

"Yup~" You drink up the remainder of your coffee, or at least what's left of it.

"WOULD YOU CARE TO JOIN ME FOR LUNCH, THEN?"

This time, instead of spitting your coffee out, you inhale it.

You smack Papyrus' hanky over your mouth before you spew latte on him. It takes you a good minute or so of hacking up one of your lungs before you finally find the breath to respond.

"I'd- love to."