Unintentional Messages
You woke up the next morning feeling better than you have in a while. The feeling of having a friend was a nice thought to you. There were two messages on your phone when you went to turn off your alarm.
One was from Sans, he mentioned hanging out again a few minutes after your last text. Whoops, you forgot to check your phone and left him hanging. You typed out an apology and agreed to meeting again.
The other message was from your friend who ditched you in the rain. They had sent an exasperated message about leaving you back there, and said they would have time today to chill. You sighed at their message. This happened a lot, and you were beginning to wear thin. But you shrugged and said you could after your shift at work.
You picked out a playlist to listen to as you got ready for the day. It never took you long to get ready, you managed to take quick showers, it felt like you had spent an hour when it was always no more than ten minutes.
Outfits were always planned in your head before you went to bed, today was a ‘green’ day for you, to contrast the golding trees around you. You picked out a somewhat short dark green dress and a light and fluffy mint scarf. You loved scarf weather. Well, to you it was always scarf weather. Acceptable scarf weather.
As you checked your phone again before setting out, you were disappointed to not find any messages from Sans, at least you had one from your friend. They had wanted to go to the new bar again, you frowned at the text.
Going to a bar wasn't very ideal to you anymore, you just wanted to hang out and get out of the house when you first agreed. You tended to get uncomfortable at the sight of drunk people. There was also an underlying irrational fear that people would openly smoke in building.
You opted for a tea bar instead. That was the kind of bar you preferred. They had reluctantly agreed after a few messages of convincing.
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Your friend was patiently waiting outside once you got off work, you smiled when it reminded you of yesterday.
“Hey Blake,” you greeted them with a wave.
“Heya, _____!” they return happily, “Man, how long has it been since we were able to hang out?”
You shrug, “Don't know. You ready?”
“Obviously, you are paying, right?”
“U-uh yeah. Sure,” you stutter slightly, they did this a lot too. It was your fault for being a pushover.
Blake and you chatted all the way to the tea bar, catching up on each other’s lives. The two of you were already settled down and gotten through a decent amount of your drinks by the time you had gotten to your encounter with Sans.
“Holy shit! You actually tried making a friend?” they exclaimed right after you finished.
“I guess so?” you laughed nervously. Sans probably didn't even think of you as a friend, you were so awkward the few times you met him. Even the thoughts of those moments brought a slight blush to your face.
“Good for you, _____! I would've never thought you could get the courage to talk to someone besides me!”
You winced inwardly, you knew you weren't good with people, you never were. But Blake rubbing it in your face sort of hurt.
“So, what does he look like?” they ask, resting their head in their hands.
“O-oh, um..” you mumble, trying to sort out your image of Sans. He was still hard to imagine, you didn't look at his face very often, which doesn't help with your horrible memory when it came to faces.
“W-well, he, he’s a skeleton for starters,” you smiled sheepishly, stumbling over your words, “He also wore blue, it’s not a very common color to see, especially a shade that bright,” you found yourself beginning to ramble and quickly shut up, looking down at your mug.
“Do ya like him?” they asked smugly, clearly enjoying your flustered expression.
You couldn't help but to giggle at that statement, “Are you s-serious? I've seen the guy like, three times! That's not nearly enough to find out I have f-feelings for someone!” you stutter out quickly.
Their grin widens as they watched you struggle to finish your statement.
“I don't know, you seem pretty head over heels to me.”
You flip them off before taking another sip, “I'm not as ‘lovey’ as you, Blake.”
They sigh and twirl their mug on the table, “That's why you should hook up with him!”
“No,” you sigh. Blake was such a nice friend, but sometimes they set you off. The rest of your drink was thrown in the trash as you got up.
“I'm gunna go home now,” you turn to them, “It was nice talking to you again.” you smiled in a forced manner. You were pretty drained from being around them already.
There was a new message from Sans when you started up music for your walk home. You smiled as you saw the notification, he didn't seem too draining to talk to. Not as much as Blake at least.
Sans
*how bout later today?
That was several hours ago. You mentally kicked yourself for your habit of not checking your phone when you should. To lessen your guilt you did notice the message was sent while you were at work.
You
-Oh my Gosh I'm so sorry!
-I didn't see your message until now!
Despite trying to ease your guilt, you still felt incredibly bad. Luckily, he replied only a few seconds after.
Sans
*its cool
*you still up to it?
You
-Sorry, I'm pretty tired and not feeling up to it much anymore today
Sans
*its not very late
*bad day?
You winced at his message. It totally sounded like a set up to talk about your feelings. Hopefully, he wouldn't butt in anymore if you just brushed it off, which is exactly what you were going to do.
You
-No, just didn't get much sleep last night
Yay, lying. My absolute favorite thing.
Sans
*alright
*ill leave you to it then
You plugged your phone into its charger, and flopped onto your bed. Not sure what to do with people in general anymore, you covered your face with your hands.
People were so hard to deal with. Blake was your only friend, making them was just so hard.
Sleep was hard that night, your negative thoughts about relationships would not quiet. It always happened when being around people drained you out.