Unrequited Feelings Part 1
“See! I knew you liked him!” Blake shouted happily from the other side of the table.
“I didn't realize it at first! Shut your mouth,” your face got redder with every word. This was so embarrassing to talk about.
A week had passed since you broke down after the dinner, and you took that whole time to recover from it. While you did text both Sans and Papyrus, but they were short conversations that died out. You only did it so they wouldn't worry anyways.
“So, how did you finally figure it out?” they asked, taking a sip of their coffee.
“Uh well, I just sort of realized it. Like, whenever he would text me my heart would flutter, and uh yeah,” you buried your face in your scarf, “I also don't recoil whenever he touches me.”
“Oh really now? You aren't even dating and you’re that far already?” a smug grin plastered all over their face.
“It's not like that, you perv! The closest we've done is hold hands!” you blushed into your drink. Well, it wasn't entirely true. You remembered the morning after your break down and took a long drink from your own tea.
“So it wasn’t just that! C’mon, spill it! You know it's impossible to hide your thoughts around me,” they smiled into their mug.
You sighed. They were right, they knew almost everything about you. Almost everything.
“Gosh, um, I-I was having a bad day, well night.” you begin, setting your cup down.
“A-and uh, I guess he noticed it, and, and he decided to stay the night, keep my company I guess?” you fiddled with your fingers. He really was kind to you. You ignored Blake's, ‘Awwwe he loves you too!’ taking a minute to sort your thoughts.
“I was just, really, really tired, you know? Crying really takes it out of you,” you giggled weakly. “I sort of, fell asleep hugging him,” finishing, you buried your red face into your hands.
When you woke up that morning, you found yourself on the couch, pressed against Sans, and his arms were wrapped around you. While it was nice to feel secure, it was incredibly weird to be that close to him. You knew you ‘okayed’ the hug, but you just weren't used to it. Not that you had disliked it at all, it was actually pretty nice.
He had woken up soon after you, mainly because you panicked at first before you had realized exactly what was happening. You apologized at least ten times before trying to get off. He pulled you into an even tighter hug, telling you that you didn't need to bottle everything up. You could always talk to him.
The rest of that morning was awkward, well, barely morning. It was almost 11 am when you first awoke. Sans didn't leave, but he didn't really say anything, like he was waiting for you to speak up. You just went along with your daily business, watering your flowers, getting dressed and warming up the ‘get well soon’ spaghetti. You still didn't like the pasta. but you had a feeling Sans would not let you live down skipping breakfast. The leftovers were split between the two of you, despite it being only one serving.
“Hello? Earth to _____!” a hand waving in front of your face. You realized you were zoning out, and snapped back into reality.
“Y-yeah, I’m here,” you smile, drinking from your now cold cup.
“So,” they popped, now that your attention was back, “that’s it? You just hugged him? Nothing else?”
You shrugged. You didn’t really want to talk about the morning after.
“A-anyways, I guess I just need some advice? I honestly don’t know how to deal with my feelings for him,” you sighed. Sure, you were in a relationship or two whilst in school, but you never got that far with them. All your dates would break up with you once they realized how bad you were in public, and the contact thing.
“Then you came to the right friend, I’ve been through many relationships!”
“Th-that doesn’t sound reassuring…”
“Nonsense! I just figured they weren’t the right one for me.”
“Sure,” you drew out the word, “I’m just worried he doesn’t l-like me back? Or if he does, he’ll be extremely disappointed in me like everyone else was.”
“_____, relax! He’s already stuck with you after two bad bits already, who says he won’t with all the others?”
“That’s just the thing! It’s only been twice, what if he gets sick of dealing with me when it happens the fifth time? How about the tw-twentieth? Do you really think he’d stay then?”
“Then he’s just not the one,” they smile, referring to their previous comment.
“I-I’ll be back at square one again. You’ll be my only friend -thank you for that- and back to not talking to a-anyone! What if I never find the ‘right one’ Blake? Wh-what if I don’t have one?” The conversation was taking a turn for the worse. You were already beginning to regret everything you’ve said for the past five minutes.
“Everyone has the right person for them.”
You stand up quickly, the chair clattering behind you. The rest of your tea spills on the table as you slam your hands on the table, it was cold anyways. Some people had turned their heads to see what was happening, causing you to tense up. But you were on the edge of not caring. Blake wasn’t giving you advice at all.
“Well maybe some people are destined to be alone,” you said in a crisp voice, enunciating every word without a single stutter. You were just so ticked off for some reason, you couldn’t place why. This friendly conversation went downhill quick, and you were done with it. Furious with Blake, you stormed off away from them.
How could they not even seem to take your feelings seriously? They knew you had anxiety, but maybe they could care less about that as well. It felt like they only befriended you out of pity, it seemed like every friendship went like that. Your brisk walking slowed down to a crawl as your anger burned away with each step. At least you didn’t cry, that’s a plus.
You sighed and rubbed your face, since Blake was such a horrible ‘love expert’, you wondered who to talk to now. You had no one. Unless you planned to talk to Sans about it, but why would you talk about your crush, with your crush?
Long forgotten numbers still resided in your phone, uncalled for months. You looked at the small list for a while. You were desperate to talk to someone, but not that desperate.
Looking up from your phone, you realized you weren’t walking in the direction to your home. You had ended up in front of the skeleton brothers house instead.