Warm water splashed on your back, almost to the point where you couldn't handle the heat. After days of being unproductive and lazy with everything, it was nice to at least feel clean again. The productivity could come later in the day.

You were running out of shampoo.

You tried not to think about anything but... Showers were the perfect place for thinking. It wasn't like you could've really avoided it. Maybe a bath would've felt nicer, but a shower would've made you felt cleaner at least.

Sans seemed so relieved that you had messaged him back. You honestly felt awful about your actions. You were just being silly, weren't you? To worry that Sans, of all people, would dislike you...

Maybe...

No more maybes, _.

Both of you had to agreed to meet at that diner in an hour or so. Your stomach felt twisted up into knots (Screw butterflies, it felt like there was a wasp hive in there!) and you wanted to pass out.

Stupid nerves, stupid feelings, stupid everything.

Just calm down!

Saying that never really helped you, but oh well.

You slowly peeled yourself out of the shower, feeling clean and warm for once. Ah, was the reason people died in the shower was because they didn't want to get out of the heat?

Wow.

That was dark.

Now it was positive that you weren't in the greatest of moods.

But screw it, no matter what you were going to apologize to Sans for acting like a child. You shouldn't have ignored him.

There was a lot of things you shouldn't have done, but this wasn't the mood for thinking about them.

You went back into your room and put on some clothes. There wasn't much clean except for a slightly used pair of jeans ripped at the knees and a shirt that said "OK, BUT FIRST COFFEE." You smiled to yourself when grabbing the shirt, you'd forgot that an old friend had bought it for you.

When was the last time you wore a shirt outside of this house?

That sounded so odd, but...

You typically wore a hoodie or a sweater when going somewhere, even if it was somewhere fancy.

First time for everything?

First time for arms .

You snickered despite yourself.

God.

You were so weird.

Although you had a little while before having to head out, you were all completely dressed and ready to go. Your hair was still quite wet, so you'd just throw it back up into a ponytail before you left.

Baby steps. You could slowly ease out of your hairband addiction after you got out of your sweater addiction. Never out of coffee though, that'd stay with you for your whole life.

Honestly? Coffee was the best thing that's ever happened to you.

Well... Except for one thing.

You felt yourself blush and shook your head wildly, even though you were all alone.

You went to go throw yourself on the couch and watch something random on the television, but then you heard a knock. A slow, careful, and somewhat drawn out knock.

It probably was Emily asking you if you'd like to come over for tea or something. She was kind that way, even though you'd typically declined her offers. It was likely she kept asking you because she was lonely, as you had heard Will comment one time that she had moved to the city with no family or friends around. You should go talk to her one day, maybe you could make her feel more at home here.

...

Slowly getting out of your shell.

That's what mattered.

You thought back to just months ago, right before Undyne started working at the bookstore. At that point, you were sheltered off from the world and you had liked it that way. Your only friend was your dad (Okay, maybe one or two acquaintances... You loved your dad, sure, but your life wasn't exactly that lonely.) and you stuttered whenever someone asked for the price of a book.

Wasn't the greatest idea to accept that bookstore, but you still loved it. Nothing could really change that.

The more you grew to know Undyne and Sans and all the other monsters, the more you realized how much more outgoing you were becoming. Sure, you'd never become some public speaker but at least you could have a conversation with someone without freaking out mentally. You honestly thanked everything that she had became your friend, that they all had.

...You weren't quite sure where you'd be without them.

Knock, knock.

You went over to the door, drawn out of your thoughts.

Despite yourself, you muttered quietly, "Who's there?"

"a door."

"A door who?"
"..." A pause, "you're adoorable."

You felt your face flush bright red as you slowly peeled open the door.

And there he was. Sans, with the brightest blue color on his face, standing there shuffling awkwardly. He seemed too shy to look you in the eyes.

You bit your cheek, "H-hi, oh dear... I wasn't expecting to see you until later, I don't even have shoes on..."

Sans looked up at you and smiled awkwardly, "guess i'm not pun-ctual."

You laughed a little bit, not sure of what to say, "Would you like to come in?"

Sans nodded and as he came in you shut the door behind him. You went to go sit on the couch and the skeleton quickly followed suit.

You grabbed a pair of shoes and started tying them in loose knots, not wanting to make Sans wait. Heaven knows how much he needed his ketchup...

You heard Sans chuckle.

"what can i say? i love the stuff."

The blood rushed to your cheeks all over again, "Oh my god, did I say that outloud? I'm so sorry."

"it's fine, it's fine," Sans seemed to be relaxed, and you wondered how he did it. Compared to him, you were an anxious ball of rubber bands.

That was an odd analogy and you knew it.

A few more moments passed with awkward silence, neither of you dared to say anything.

You finished tying your shoes, "Are you ready to go?"

Sans paused, "i... i don't really know how to bring this up."

Oh god. "Just say anything you want to, don't be nervous."

"i came over a l'il bit early so we could talk," Sans shrugged, "i thought it might be a good idea to talk about... this. in private, y'know?"

You nodded, starting to sweat, "Y-yeah."

Sans stared at you and shook his head slowly, "it's really good to talk to you again. i didn't realize how much i would miss you."

You blinked, "I-I agree... I'm really sorry, Sans, it's just that I-"

"before you say anything," Sans noticed you had your mouth open, "sorry i cut you off, but. can i try to explain everything to you?"

You closed your mouth and nodded.

"i'm so, so sorry about the other night," Sans's voice had an edge of sorrow to it, and you just wanted to hug him and apologize yourself. He did nothing wrong, "we were both really drunk... and... i guess that's not a good excuse, huh? that's actually a really shit excuse."

"s'okay, um," Sans's face went to that familiar blue hue, "if i say this, you have to promise nothin' will change between us. it's okay if you don't feel the same way, you're just... you're one of my best friends, alright? i don't want things to change, y'know?"

You nodded slowly, feeling warmed by his thoughts of you, "Don't worry about anything, Sansy. You've been a really good friend to me as well. I wouldn't want to lose you, especially because I... I almost just did, because of my stupidity."

"you're not stupid," Sans quickly reassured, "you're so smart, like. one of the smartest people i know."

You giggled, not saying anything in response.

Sans must've took this as a good sign, "look, kiddo- i mean _. i. i like you? i've liked you for a really long time now, so... that night was something that i had wanted for a really long time, i guess. it wasn't right of me to push you like that, hell no. i should've realized you were uncomfortable and considering you were just so sad earlier and i."

"i'm really sorry about it all," Sans huffed out, looking towards the ground, "i know i messed up really bad. and i just. i just have to thank you that you're still willing to be my friend."

You blinked a few times, not quite sure if your ears were hearing it all correctly.

"so anyways, that was my whole thing and i'm so sorry because i know i messed up and i was so worried that you wouldn't want to be friends anymore and i'm sorry i sent you so many texts. and i'm so, so sorry about that night because i screwed up and i'm willing to not bring it up again if you don't want to either. i'm rambling now, aren't i?"

"Sans," you went to go sit by him and embraced him warmly, obviously surprising him with your movements, "Don't be sorry. I ignored you, and as a good friend, that was really rude of me. I felt so nervous that I had done something to upset you, especially since... Since I likely hurt you, pushing you away like that. None of it was your fault, you... You couldn't have known that I would've acted like that. And for that, I'm sorry."

"But there's one thing I'm not sorry for," you whispered, quiet enough that only Sans and nothing else could hear, "And I'm not sorry for kissing you."

Sans turned and looked at you, not moving out of your embrace. You felt your heart beat a million miles all over again. Only Sans did this to you, that adorkable pun-loving nerd.

You smiled shyly.

He seemed not wanting to say anything, but the deep blue color showed all you needed to know.

"And I'm not sorry for liking you back either," you finally said, "An anxious loser like me likes a cute, dorky skeleton like you."

You felt too embarrassed to look him in the eyes anymore, deciding to rest your forehead on his shoulder. You didn't let go of his boney body the entire time.

"I hope I didn't just mess up again," you breathed out.

Neither of you moved again, and the room was filled with silence all over again. It wasn't too awkward this time, just extremely nerve-wracking for both of you.

You lifted your head up slowly to look at the small skeleton, and he was staring at you intensely. The blue from his cheeks was a smaller, dull color and he had a look of determination in his eyes.

"Sans-"

Before you could say anything else, Sans was kissing you.

Sans was kissing you?
Holy hell.

Sans was kissing you!

You were both stone cold sober this time, and you could actually process what was going on. Oh dear, out of all the outcomes you expected for today - this was not even something that went through your goddamn brain. However, don't take that as you being ungrateful because this was sure as hell fantastic.

(Sanstatic? He'd be proud of you for that one.)

Like before, he was boney and it wasn't like how you assumed kissing lips would be like. It was ten times better because it was Sans.

He kissed you slowly, a lot more thought was brought into each of his movements than it had been the other night. He slowly wrapped his hands around your waist and kissed you deeply.

You weren't quite sure what to do with your hands or anything really, so you kept kissing him back as you put your arms behind his neck.

Oh holy hell, this was great. This was too good. This had to be a dream; was it a dream?

You felt Sans's hands dig a little deeper into your waist, hesitantly and with affection. This wasn't a dream, this was real and Sans was kissing you.

It didn't last as long as the first time had, as Sans eventually pulled away much to the distaste of your entire goddamn body. His face was as flushed as yours was and he looked at you with so much affection, you felt chills run down your spine.

"that..."

"was amazing."

You couldn't help but giggle softly, "If you like me back, does that mean I can kiss you more often?"
Sans looked at you, pausing for a second. He then gave you one of his characteristic shit eating grins, "only if i can kiss you more often."

"Deal?"

"deal."