Let's Get Down to Business
You arrived at your apartment later, briefly saying goodbye to the brothers. Sans hugged you to his side, causing you to blush harder than you already were.
"we still on for tomorrow?" Sans asked before you had opened your door.
"Tomorrow?" You raised an eyebrow at him, pausing with your hand on the handle.
"yeah, tomorrow."
"That's Tuesday, Sans. You said Wednesday, didn't you?"
Sans' expression suddenly matched yours, holding your gaze. "'s tuesday, babe."
"Wait, what?" That couldn't be right. Wouldn't you have heard from work by now? You had missed the whole day, and no one had even called! Pulling out your phone, you clicked the power button. Tuesday, July 7th. You quickly ducked into your home, closing the door behind you, and leaving Sans in the hall.
How the hell had you already forgotten about going to work? Yeah, maybe you had gone to sleep at a weird time, but that was no excuse for completely forgetting. You quickly called your boss' number, but there was no answer. There would be no one in the building now, so you didn't even bother calling anyone else.
There was a string of cusses, the throwing off of shoes, and the tossing of a jacket all at once. You couldn't believe that you had done that- skipped work to spend the day with Sans. Sure, you had met new people, and yeah, you had learned more about him, but that wasn't a good excuse. You went to the bathroom and took a shower, still angry at yourself.
By the time you had changed and gotten into bed, you had finally calmed down. You slid into your blanket and pulled out your phone, checking to make sure that all of your alarms were on. With a last second's thought, you sent a text to Sans.
"Sorry about leaving you in the dust back there"
You hadn't even set your phone down before you received his text.
"no problem. something wrong?"
"I forgot about work"
"you forgot?"
"I forgot." You made a face at your phone, wishing that you could drop it.
"you forgot about your job"
"Yeah, Sans, I forgot. Can we not?"
"alright, but i'm gonna make fun of you later"
Of course he would. Why would you think otherwise? "Today was fun, though"
"tomorrow will be better"
You couldn't help but smile at your phone, rolling your eyes. Your thumbs hovered over your keyboard, and for the first time, you started to get worried about your date with Sans. Would everything go alright? Where were you going? What would you wear?
"babe?"
Oh, right, texting. "Sorry, got distracted. So, where are we going tomorrow?" If there was anything you could do to stop worrying, it was to find out as much as you could.
"it's a surprise"
Or maybe you couldn't. "Really, Sans?"
"really, babe."
You scoffed, more at the butterflies in your stomach than the text from Sans. Why could something so simple have such an effect on you? "You're so helpful."
Instead of getting a text, this time you received a call. But when you answered it, it was Papyrus' voice that rang through.
"HUMAN! SANS IS TRYING TO READ FLUFFY BUNNY, AND YOUR INCESSANT FLIRTING IS BECOMING VERY DISTRACTING."
"My flirting?" What did he mean flirting? Sans was the one calling you babe.
"YES! SANS SAYS-" there was a small pause, and you could barely make out Sans' voice on the other end. "SANS SAYS THAT HE WILL SEE YOU TOMORROW. GOOD NIGHT HUMAN, I HOPE YOUR DREAMS ARE FILLED WITH SPAGHETTI." The skeleton hung up, and your phone went quiet.
You weren't really sure what had just happened, but you knew that it would probably be best left alone. So instead, you plugged in your phone and went to sleep.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
You slammed your hand over the screen of your phone, groaning loudly. After a few seconds your vision adjusted to the bright light and you managed to shut the damn alarm off. With quite a bit of protest from your body, you got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom. You sluggishly went through your morning routine, but still managed time for breakfast. Well, if toast is considered breakfast.
The walk to work was nothing but filled with anticipation. They were certainly going to yell at you, and you desperately hoped that they wouldn't fire you. As you stepped into the building, you were met with silence. Well, it isn't yelling at least, you thought, closing the door and walking into your boss's office.
"Chad?" You called his name loudly, finally spotting him, bent over a stack of CDs.
"Kiddo! Nice to see you showed up today!" His voice dripped in sarcasm, and you couldn't help but cringe at his words.
"Sorry about that, I really am. I have no idea how that even happened-"
Chad cut you off, shaking his too fake tanned hands at you. "Kiddo, I'm not cutting you loose. Well, I won't, on one condition."
You raised an eyebrow at him, finally relaxing. "Condition?"
He shook his head, grabbed one of the CDs, and walked past you. "Talk later? Clients are coming in."
Your nodded and followed him into a large, open room, covered with a slick floor. There were already quite a few people, all doing their own stretches. The age range never ceased to amaze you- there were some who must have been 80, others who looked like they just graduated high school.
"Good morning everyone!" Chad shouted to the room, his voice suddenly more of a twang, receiving a chorus of greetings. How anyone could ever believe his accent was beyond you. Then again, how anyone could be so excited this early baffled you too. "Alright y'all, our lovely ______ will be teaching class today! Of course, I'll still be here to help."
How had you forgotten this, too? Taking a few deep breathes, you stood in front of the class with your boss a bit behind you, and started class.
_______
You managed to teach a few classes, and felt that you did exceptionally well with the children. However, just before you left, Chad pulled you aside.
"Drop the freaks." His tone was incredibly serious, his voice was low.
"What? Freaks? What?" You looked at him, bewildered.
"The monsters, kiddo."
"What do you mean monsters? What are you talking about, Chad?"
"The skeleton!" His voice finally raised, but he quickly regained composure. "We can't have you hanging around with them, people might find out. We could lose business."
You couldn't believe that he was saying this. Sure, he was pretty fake, from his tan to his accent to his bleached hair, but still. Chad had seemed so laid back, so kind. "Are you serious?"
"Kiddo, it's nothing against you-"
He hadn't even finished his sentence before you were out the door. There was no way that you were going to stand there and let him talk shit on your friends. The door slammed behind you as you let out a loud cuss. There was just no way.
It took a couple blocks for your mind to become worried for a second time today. Would you lose your job? How would you get a new job before you had to pay rent? The only things you were certain of were that you would keep your new friends, and that you were going to have one hell of a date tonight.