Breaking Promises
“Nope,” you popped the ‘p,’ forcing yourself to flip the sketchbook back to the cover and shove it into your closet. Why did you torture yourself by looking at those drawings? Why did you even keep the book? Sentimentality sure does suck.
The day was far from over, but you felt like sleeping anyways. Well, you wanted to, you weren’t exactly tired.
After an hour of laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, you questioned if you should break your promise to yourself and meet with someone today. You weren’t completely drained, a little tired yes, but you didn’t hate everyone and everything from being around people for so long. It was just worrying that you might reach that point soon.
Your phone chose to fix your decision problem when you unlocked it to pull up YouTube and watch videos for who knows how long. With a message from Sans.
Sans
*morning
He sent that three minutes ago. Was he borderline nocturnal or is that just one of his greetings?
Sans
*wanna go out for dinner tonight?
*i know a great place
No, he was too sweet! You couldn’t possibly say no. You haven’t really gone out with him much, though he never really asked and you were too nervous to ask yourself.
You
-It’s 5 pm and no where near morning
-But sure! I’d love to
-Are you going to keep it a secret like last time or no?
Sans
*aw you know me too well
*ill pick you up in an hour
He wasn’t going to tell you, great. At least you could trust him. You had an hour to get ready, which is enough for you. Cleaning yourself took little to no time. Your outfit was simple too.
With winter getting closer and the days are getting colder, you wore a thicker dress and one of your biggest sweaters.
“did you shrink?” Sans chuckled when you greeted him at the door, “that outfit looks way too big on you.”
“Don’t judge, the bigger the sweater the better.”
“then why not wear mine?”
“Too late,” giving him a sly smile, you took his hand and closed your door behind you.
While you led him out of the apartment, he led you to where you two were going to eat. No motorcycle, thank god. That was never fun to ride, no matter how many times he told you, you’d get used to it.
You found out he really did sleep until five. How he was able to kept plaguing your mind.
The place he had in mind was the bar Blake ditched you at all those weeks ago. You were sort of glad they did that now, you would have never met Sans then.
“this’s it,” his eyes flickered over you, before he took you into the bar. It was warm, and smelled like a bonfire. A very peaceful atmosphere filled the room and you could see yourself ending up here more than once. The dark wood covering the inside just made everything seem calming.
“I like it,” you sighed, giving his hand a slight squeeze. The pressure in your chest melting away.
“that’s good, tibia honest i was a little worried you wouldn’t.”
You decided to join him with his cheap jokes, “Well, it’s really nice. And I’m not telling any fibulas.”
Sans brought you over to some stools at the bar whilst you were in your giggly mess. Any joke you could make was instantly hilarious to you.
Wiping the tears forming in your eyes away, you met face to face with a fire monster. They were absolutely stunning, you couldn’t help but stare.
“don’t tell me you’re gettin’ the hots for someone else besides me,” Sans deep voice shook you out of your trance.
“S-sorry!” you were just uncomfortably staring at a monster, that must have been so rude of you.
The fire monster just made some crackling noises, similar to that of a laugh. Maybe they got your stare a lot.
“y’know what i want , Grillbz. his burgers are the best,” Sans turns to you, waiting for you to order.
“O-oh, y-yeah. I-I’ll take a burger then.” you smiled sheepishly up at the fire monster, Grillbz, you guess.
He left to get your food, and you played with your hands, your face burning up. It’s been not even ten minutes in this little bar and you’ve already managed to embarrass yourself. Sans rested a hand over yours, comforting you.
“most humans are pretty blown away when they see ‘im for the first time. no skin off his nose for you to act the same.”
“Still…” you mumbled, “I still feel bad.”
Sans was right, it was one of the best burgers you ever had. You almost put as much ketchup on your meal as Sans did drinking it. Everything was overall nice. Most of the other customers were monsters, but a few humans were peppered in. Sans mentioned it was busier than normal, which was probably due to the fact everyone who celebrated Christmas was out of their house. Despite all the people, you felt pretty fine.
“How much do I owe you?” you asked, pulling out your wallet.
“ya don’t owe anything. i’ll just put it on my tab,” he gave you a weird look, not expecting you to say that.
“Nope, I’m paying right now.”
“_____, don’t be like that.”
“How much?”
“fine. seven bucks.”
“Really? For both?”
When the look on his face grows exasperated, you smiled and pulled out a twenty. It was so cute on how he insisted on you not paying.
“were you always this stubborn?” he pondered on the way back to your home.
“I just never had the money to pay people back. It’s nice to finally have it,” you mused, leaning against him as you walked.
“you didn’t have to tonight.”
“It’s too late to say that.”
“god, you’re too sweet. i can’t help but love ya.”
You may have accidentally squeezed his hand too tightly. He shook with laughter when you smushed your face into his sleeve.
“we’re at your front door.”
“Wait, already?! How?” the last time you checked you were still a few minutes away.
“dunno,” his grin told you otherwise. The grin also told you he wouldn’t say any more, so you left the topic alone.
You dragged him over to the couch and sunk into the softness of it. Sans followed next to you and pulled the two of you into a more comfortable position. Almost nothing was done today, but you found yourself exhausted anyways. His embrace and heat easily pulled you over into sleep.
Sans watched as your chest slowly rose and fell, it was enticing to see. He nuzzled his face into your hair, taking in your scent. He really did love everything about you.
The blue of your newer sketchbook caught his eye before he was going to turn off the light. He had never seen that one before. He made a mental note to ask you about it tomorrow morning as the room went dark.