*Frisk's POV*

Having no expectation of what would happen when I awoke, made waking up to a peaceful pond with graceful trees bowing to it, more shocking then it needed to be.

Now, the shocking part wasn't the pond and the beautiful blue willows surrounded by flowers, the shocking part was when my eyes barley opened and the first thing I saw was G stretching and his bones creaking slightly, his back facing me.

With his shirt and jacket on the ground next to him.

The burning red in my cheeks froze me, along with the horror of seeing G with his shirt off.

Curses filled my mouth, and I knew that I would be sent back to prison if I said them in a school yard.

Keeping my mouth shut, all I could do was stare at G stretching his bones and rolling his head with creaks and cracks.

Why had I found that slightly attractive?

What was I thinking?!

The thought only stayed for a fleeting moment before it ran away and was replaced with the questions that pilled in.

First, there was 'Why is his shirt off anyway?'

Second, 'Why is my body tense and afraid as if he was going to hurt me?'

Third, 'Why am I still staring?!'

All the questions threatened shivers, and I fought them so that G wouldn't know I was awake.

How would he react after knowing I could see him without his shirt on?

Most options seemed sickly to me, and I shut my eyes again, trying to keep them smooth with fake sleep.

Options included G flirting, teasing, and messing with my head just to make me uncomfortable. Others, included him freaking out, getting angry, or embarrassed.

Embarrassment was tempting me to sit up and take the chance of him knowing, yet I was determined to fight against it, knowing that the percent was low and all it would do is give me more regret.

So there I stayed, laying on my side with my eyes shut, strands of hair in my face and tickling my nose. My breathing was tense, and I tried to keep it steady as I took soft shallow breaths.

Though this made me more suspicious, and I stared to wonder if G knew I was awake.

Besides, my acting was nothing compared to G's, in fact, it was weak and wouldn't convince anyone of anything.

Except those gullible guards.

The memory made me shiver and fight a smile, cursing at myself for even moving a muscle.

That moment in my past, felt almost like a victory, when I escaped with G into the free world that ended up being locked in the same chains as prison.

For a while, it seemed free.

Until I was caught inside this stupid mess that was just getting worse and worse with each passing moment, each passing day.

As I tried my hardest to act, it just made my acting worse and I fought with myself on checking to see if G was even paying attention to me.

In the end, I decided to check, just opening my eyes a peak to see if he was aware of me being awake.

Though I wondered if it would end with more bitter regret.

Instead, I could see him sliding on his creamy white turtle neck slowly, too slowly in my opinion.

My eyes couldn't leave his bare bones as his shirt covered them, filling me with the hesitant feeling that G might turn at any second.

Shivers crawled under my skin, and my chest felt so tight it was as if my bra was too small for my body.

Even though it wasn't, I still tried to inhale deeply to pull away the tightness, though it was quite loud and I felt my face burn as G suddenly turned around.

Like a miracle, my acting snapped into place, and I inhaled deeply as I shut my eyes, as if they were shut the whole time, and rolled over lazily as if I was still asleep and was dreaming of something pleasant.

The problem with having my eyes shut, was the loss of control.

I no longer knew if G was convinced, still watching, or if I was rolling into something probably gross or deadly.

Although I continued, and kept my eyes shut lightly, my body tense with the anticipation of G's reaction.

Nothing came, yet I still kept my eyes shut as if when I opened them he would be in front of me with his smirk, and everything would be over.

I heard nothing.

I felt nothing except the cool soil beneath me.

Suspense was all that kept my eyes shut, and my breathing as soft as it could be.

Then, I heard a shuffle of feet, a shuffle of dirt, and suddenly something nudged my side which caused me to jolt slightly from shock and fear.

"Come on dollface, wake up," G grumbled, his voice still tired with the morning air.

Success filled me and I had to fight a satisfied smile.

'He thought I was asleep,' I thought, trying to think of a way to wake up without giving away my whole act, 'I did it. It worked.'

Though the image of him without a shirt, stuck in my head with a sickly glue that held all my regret.

After another nudge of G's boot, I inhaled deeply as I stretched my arms out above me, rolling on my back slowly as I forced a yawn and a sleepy look.

Opening my eyes for what felt like forever, I could see G looking over me with a skeptical look that made doubt tickle my stomach.

Ignoring it, I stared blankly up at him and let out a long breath as slowly as I could.

"Good morning..." I said blankly, keeping myself as emotionless as possible, although is was hard as I stared at him holding his jacket over his shoulder, with his other hand in his pocket.

"Hmph," G grunted and stepped back from me so I had a chance to stand up.

Sitting up and stretching, I continued to act tired as if I had just woken up from a wonderful dream.

Yet I felt as if I had woken from a terrifying nightmare.

Still, the wonder of why he had his shirt off in the first place, pinned itself to my mind and I was determined to keep it from slipping out my lips as I stood up and dusted myself off, uncomfortable with the eerie silence around us.

While G let me "wake up fully", I sat on a rock and kept my eyes away from him as he studied the map.

It must've been hard for him to read a map that was made eleven years back when the Underground probably looked completely different then what we were walking in at the time.

Pity relaxed my mind, and I let out a long sigh, loosening the tightness in my chest a bit.

Looking around, I noticed how different our location was from before.

In the field.

When he had hugged me.

Comforted me.

When we became friends.

The thoughts made me smile a bit, and I leaned back on a tree that was next to the rock, the thick bark rough against my skin and the dipping willow leaves creating a comforting cage for me.

Then my smile fell when I realized I had fallen asleep in his arms.

With my face burning red, I looked away in embarrassment from what had probably happened.

He probably needed to carry me to where we had ended up.

The thought seemed stupid, and I convinced myself he just dragged me by the hair to this place of comfort and peace.

With a soft laugh from the image that thought placed in my head, G turned to me confused.

"What's so funny sweetheart?" He asked with a smirk, as if he had a made a joke and I laughed at that.

"Nothing important, can I ask you something?" 

Shrugging, G went back to studying the map without the slight acknowledgement of my existence as he said, "Sure, whatever goodie-goodie."

"Will you stop with those stupid nicknames now?!" I shouted, getting completely sidetracked from my actual question.

A chuckle left G, and he glanced up from the map to look at me with a sickly smirk as he replied, "You didn't get my cigarettes now did you? So we don't need to talk about it... Doll."

Growling, I was angry at the fact he didn't know I couldn't get the cigarettes without being caught, and I was angry at myself for getting angry so easily.

"Then will you stop beating me?" I growled, forcing out the question that had bugged my head since awaking.

Along with the wonder for his shirt off.

G hesitated and he seemed to freeze in place, his eyes staring at nothing in particular.

"... I ain't beating you right now am I?"

"Well, no. But-"

"So why would ya just assume I would do it again, sweetcheeks?" He smirked and looked at me with narrowed eyes.

"Because... Because you do! And it hurts really bad!" I said strictly, my face red with how terribly I was failing.

Perhaps he wasn't ever going to hurt me again.

Yet for some reason, the probability seemed too low for comfort.

"That's not a valid reason goodie-to-shoe-slut."

Keeping my mouth shut, I held in a squeal of anger and pursed my lips together in a sharp line as I stood up and stomped to the pond.

Thinking to myself, I looked at the water and wondered if the reason for my sickness, tightness, discomfort, was from the lack of water.

The reason seemed perfect, and I bent to my knees and lifted the chilly water in my hands, just the feel of it filling my throat with the thirst for it.

Bringing it to my lips, I slurped it up quickly and dipped my hands in for more.

Water rolled down my throat, plopping into my empty stomach with a beautiful satisfaction that filled me with enjoyment and peace.

Getting more water, I drank as much as I could, wanting the cold feeling to last forever as I filled with water.

Then, through my enjoyment, I heard G chuckle softly with an amused humor that made me stop for a moment.

"... What?" I asked, not looking at him as I whipped my mouth, just to get more water to fill it.

"I wouldn't drink that water dove," He chuckled, walking over to me.

Continuing to drink, I ignored his warning and took another slurp.

Shutting my eyes with satisfaction, I smiled sweetly to myself and drank some more before asking, "Why?"

"Because I bathed in it."

As fast as lightning, my eyes shot open and I spit out the water as fast as my eyes opened, suddenly filled with the fear of his bathing water in my mouth.

How could I have been so stupid?

Still spitting, I scrapped my tongue and made desperate noises while G laughed his head off, slapping his knee and holding his stomach.

"Why do you think my shirt was off dollface?" He laughed, throwing his head into the air with prideful glee.

Embarrassment joined my sickness, and my eyes stayed open as I scraped at my tongue with one hand while I stood up quickly.

Had he known I was awake, watching him with his shirt off?

Knowing my face was as red as a tomato, I turned away from him quickly and shielded my face from the world.

This just made him laugh harder, and the sound of it made me scrape my tongue faster.

"Oh man goodie-goodie," He laughed, wiping pretend tears from his eyes as he looked at the map again, leaving me to my embarrassment, "I knew you were awake the whole time, watching me."

Blush spread to my cheeks, and I scolded myself for letting it happen.

"I-I," My words fumbled from my mouth as I tried to speak, keeping my face hidden, "I was not- I mean I was but I- I didn't mean to!"

More laughter.

More regret.

Shaking his head to my pathetic weakness, G chuckled and studied the map.

I trembled, and realized if this was our way of starting friendship, I didn't want to be friends with G longer then I had too.

That's when I made the decision to only be friends with him until we destroyed this stupid Peace Plan, then I would leave him for the rest of my life.

I would be rid of him.

And he would be rid of me.

Finally, we would be at peace.

At least....

... I thought so...

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A/N: NEXT CHAPPIE WILL BE WITH HNNNNNN MMM I'M EXCITED!

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