Rain Check Please
It’s a beautiful day outside. The sun is shining. Flowers are blooming. On days like this, you’re completely lying to yourself.
It’s no where near a beautiful day the last time you checked. It’s not even daytime. The sun was definitely not shining and the flowers were probably drowning over the fact it’s been raining non stop for the past few hours.
You’ve been stuck in this downpour without an umbrella for far too long for your liking, which was about five minutes. Normally, you wouldn’t mind the rain, and you’d actually enjoy being out like this, but not right now. Very much so.
You were supposed to be with a friend and at new bar that was run by monsters, which seemed awesome to you and your friend, but they ditched you last minute sending you a message that they had to visit family. That friend was also your ride, since you were too lazy to get a driver's license and you doubted you would have been able to afford even the cheapest of cars anyways.
The clouds weren’t that bad when you began to walk to where you and your friend would meet up, so you decided an umbrella was unneeded, you also had the mindset you had a ride after. Here you are though, drenched and without a ride. You’re beginning to regret your decision. It doesn’t help when most of the buildings are already closed this late, and you still live another ten minutes away from your apartment. You have this bad feeling that you’re going to get sick after today.
As you were about to plug in your earbuds, hoping they won’t break from the rain, you notice that the rain seemed to have stopped pounding on you. You looked up and saw the web of an umbrella, and turned you head to see the owner and met eyes(??) with a very smiley skeleton.
“hey, i noticed you were getting a little soaked to the bone there, so i decided to help you out,” the skeleton said, gesturing to the umbrella over you and him.
You smiled a thanks to him, and fiddled with the wire to your earbuds, “I don’t really live that close though,” you mentioned quietly.
He shrugged in response, “i don’t have anywhere to be tonight.”
The two of you walked in silence for a while, you had no idea what to say, and neither did the skeleton you guessed. What are the things you say to some stranger who offered you a nice dry walk home? You checked your phone multiple times for an outlet out of the awkwardness. There weren’t any notifications, which you knew. You didn’t really have anyone to give you messages.
“i’m sans by the way,” the skeleton said, finally breaking the silence. You jumped from the sudden noise and looked at him.
“I’m _____, nice to meet you, Sans,” you reply, your voice wavering a little. That was probably the most awkward response your mind could come up with. You mentally punched yourself for being so socially inept. You couldn’t wait to get home and curl up in all your blankets, and avoid people for the next three years if you could.
“so water you doing so late out?”
You shrugged, tapping at the rim of the umbrella. How he worded that question seemed off to you, but you couldn’t place your finger on it, ”I was just supposed to go to a bar with a friend,” you started, checking your phone again for the thousandth time, “they had family matters and couldn’t come.”
“well that sucks, but at least you got to meet me,” he smiled, if his already possibly permanent smile could get bigger. You giggled nervously at that, not really sure what to say.
“I guess so,” you mumble, “ I mean you do seem pretty nice.”
You immediately regret saying the second part when you see the smug grin growing on Sans’ face. He was nice, but as a stranger helping out another stranger obviously. If he knew that, he just seemed to not care.
“‘nice’, huh? are you already falling for me? i know, i’m irresistible.” he said, grin growing wider.
You sighed, wanting to be anywhere else but with him right now. Whatever gods existed must have heard your wish, because you could see your apartment building only a few meters away.
“Well, here’s my stop.” you announce once you get to the doors of the building. “Thanks again, it would’ve been horrible walking home with nothing at all,” you smile, turning to Sans.
“no problem,” he returns, seeming to have forgotten your embarrassing statement from a few minutes ago.
You wave him off and head up to your apartment, shedding all of your soggy clothes and replacing it with one of your more comfortable dresses. After that, you collapse on your bed and cover yourself with your blankets, getting cozy.
Just before the hands of sleep fully gets a grip of you, you sit up suddenly, “Oh! Water! Water you doing! It was raining!” you shout to yourself, finally getting the pun.