You grabbed the blanket on your bed, wrapped it around your body and sprinted to the window. You pulled the curtain away to see the dreaded white haired, red-eyed, pushy, red-faced, and painfully cute Sans. You only thought cute because of how scared he looked when you found out he was there. It looked like he pee himself. Well he should be scared! You shouldn't starring threw windows when there's a women changing on the other side. Same going with women who think like men.
                     Your eyebrow twitched out of frustration while your cheeks began to heat up from embarrassment. You slid open the window, smacked Sans across the cheek, closed it again and hid behind your bed. This is where you'll be staying for the rest of the evening.
                      "I'm sorry! I came to pick you up but you're not ready yet!" Sans whispered yelled while slowly lifting up window frame.
                      "Go away. I'm not changing when there's a man watching me."
                      "I won't look-" You cut Sans off by throwing a pillow at him. But not just any pillow, one filled with emergency make up supplies. Why you have this? For emergencies of course. "The fudge y/n! What is in that pillow!? Rocks?!"
                      "Makeup." You stood up from your fetal position with the blanket still covering your shame. You walked over to the closet and began looking threw the oddly colored clothing that belonged to you. Most of them were only for special occasions so you only used each once or twice since it's not often you are invited to parties or something. Sans seemed to have taken this as a invitation and followed after you, still keeping his distance of course. "Where exactly are we going for this date?"
                      "No where special.."
                      ".....Do you mind leaving?"
                      "Not really, why?" You had it up to here at this point. If this date were to end with no bruises then it's a miracle. You threw the blanket over Sans head and quickly pulled on a red, black, and white flannel. Thankfully, Sans was too slow to catch any more glimpses. Thankfully you already changed you're pants earlier that day and it went well with the flannel.
                      "Alright, go out threw the window and I'll meet you at the door." You began to push Sans towards the window, he didn't resist.
                      "I was hoping you would wear something nicer but oh well.." BASTARD! You pushed him out the window and locked it. You pulled on brown boots, one of them having a belt buckle on the side. They came up only a little bit below your knees. You left the safety of your room and walked toward the living room. Your parents were currently sitting on the couch and talking about adult things, probably dealing with your fathers arrival. A faint knock could be heard from the front door.
                      "I'm going to go now, need me to get something when coming home?"
                      ".....nah, just be safe," replied your father. You sent a nod in his direction and opened the door, revealing Sans. He had some how changed his clothing to something more.... appropriate. But how? He was in your room just moments ago, how did he change in that amount of time?! He was wearing a brownish leather jacket, white shirt, black scarf, blue jeans, and brown boots. He actually looks fancy...
                      "It's rude to stare ya know~" Sans commented in a flirty voice. It caused a blush to rise up on your cheeks and you quickly averted your eyes to the side. Nervously twirling a strand of hair on your index finger. Maybe you should of tried on something a bit nicer. You heard him chuckle and he held out his hand in front of your vision. You hesitated at first but took his hand. Sans gently pulled you away from the door. Your hand was still on the door knob so it ended up closing with a soft click. His hand then let go of yours and wrapped itself around your waist, now leading you to the sidewalk and walking towards the downtown area. You and him didn't say a word, but it was a good quite. It felt nice for one. You never really went out since you didn't have someone to go out with. But you just have to ask.
                      "How did you change your cloths so quickly?"
                      Sans lazily lifted up his other arm and waved it across your face. "Magic." You rolled your eyes and began to think to yourself, letting the silence return. Why did you agree to go on this date again? Now that you mentioned it, why are you letting Sans wrap his arm around your waist? You never let Mason or anyone else do it before. You assume it just goes back to when Sans said he wanted to help. Is this him helping you? Showing that he cares? You want to ask but you're suddenly feeling shy now. In fact, this is actually helping. You haven't been stuttering. And your father returned after so long, did Sans have something to do with it? Before you could question it any further, Sans abruptly stopped. You instantly snapped out of your thoughts and then you realized where you were.
                       "Sans, why are we at my uncles store? I thought we were going on a date."
                       "We are, but I'm just making sure we don't run into someone unwanted." He opened the door in a gentlemanly manner and allowed you to go in first. You accepted the offer and walked in. The store was dimly lighten with a few candles here and there. Most of the instruments that were scattered around had disappeared, leaving a lone table, two chairs, and a candle in the center. You turned to left and saw that the counter was still there, along with uncle Drake... Sans certainly wants this to be a night to remember.
                         He was wearing a black tuxedo with a red tie. His hair was pulled back with gel and he was wearing fancy shoes for once. Uncle Drake has thing against fancy shoes, for some reason. The look he had just didn't match up with the real him, causing you to give a small laugh. Uncle Drake sent you a quick wink before reposing, looking as serious as possible. This only wanted to make you burst out laughing, but you were trained in the art of being straight faced.
                        Sans walked up to your side and Uncle Drake stood in front of you both. His eyes first looked to Sans then to you.
                        "Allow me to escort you to your table," uncle Drake answered with a French accent. He then walked toward the lone table, a small skip in his step. Sans walked ahead of you, pulling out one of the chairs for you to sit in. Once you sat down, he gently pushed the chair in and took his seat across of you. This is just too much. You're literally dying right now. You wanted so badly to curl up on the floor and laugh your heart out.
                       "You guys are so silly."

sorry i was gone for so long. A lot has been getting in my way, a long with a different story and me and my friend are working on but i haven't forgotten this story! i also got a hoodie with Sans on it and it says abnormal gaming on it!