"Are you sure, May?"

Its been a day since Jay attacked May. She was beaten pretty bad. After you and Sans cleaned up the house all night, the next day Sans offered to take May to the hospital for a check up. She rejected the kind offer at first before Sans literally picked her up bridal style and walked out the door. Before all of you set off for the hospital, May dragged Jay's unconscious body into a closet and locked the door.

After you all got to the hospital, she got the horrible news that she had five broken ribs, a sprained wrist, and her jaw hurt like heck. So the doctors put her in two casts, didn't question how she got these injuries,
and let her go. Her face was all bruised and beaten, but she still acted like her goofy self. She even wanted to take off her casts before you growled at her. So now, you're all back home, staring at the closet with narrowed eyes.

"Just go. I'll call the cops to come and pick him up. I'll be fine, you two." May ruffles your messy hair, smiling at you with this motherly vibe.

"But-" You start, only to get cut off by Sans putting a hand over your mouth, silencing you.

"If you need anything, don't be afraid to call, May. We'll see you later." Sans gives a innocent smile.

He rolls you out of the house. And by rolling you out, I mean he started to run for the door and you covered your face from embarrassment. Next thing you know, you both are at the ice cream shop, your eyes the size of baseballs. Whipping around to Sans, you give him a 'really boi?' face. To Sans, you looked very calm; kind of perplexed.

"What was the f- Sans please explain." You cut yourself off, putting a hand to your forehead, feeling the bile rising up your throat.

His pin-pricks roll over your now ghostly pale skin, feeling about catching you off guard like that. But it would've ended the same way, anyway. The first time anyone is teleported anywhere, you're kind of not used to it.

So yeah, first times are rough...

And I can tell you now that author Rii just snorted at how bad that sounded. But back to the story, kids.

"It's called teleportation. Sorry for catching you off guard, kiddo." Sans snaps his fingers, giving a sheepish smile.

You glare up at him, putting a hand over your mouth to keep the vomit inside. You didn't want to throw up in front of your crush after he nicely took you to an ice cream shop. Forcing the bile back down you throat, you shiver and give a poor thumbs up. He sighs, patting your head like many times before, walking inside the ice cream shop without a word. You sit by the front door once again, feeling like you were waiting for your parents that one time. You sit straight up in your wheelchair, realizing Sans just went in there without knowing what you wanted.

"It'll be a miracle if he gets my favorite flavor of ice cream."

You tap your chin, cheeks turning rosy red and eyes darting to the ground. What if he could read minds? He would have so much blackmail on you. I mean, most of the time you can keep in your fangirl, but he doesn't know you are one. Plus, everyone has some kind of fantasy... or fantasies.

"Why are you out here all alone?" A male, not Sans, voice asks.

You lift your head to see a pretty attractive guy standing it front of you. His olive colored eyes stared into your soul, your heart speeding up at his eyes looking over you. His messy, pitch black hair hung over his red glasses, his smile widening at your stare. He had a lip ring on the right side of his bottom lip and on the left side of his pink lips was a large scar that started from a bit over his top lip all the way down to his bottom lip. There was a small mole under his left eye and he stood in a way that made your heart melt.

"Huh." Is all you reply with.

"You didn't answer my question..." He purses his lips, his scar creasing at the movement.

You snap out of your love struck daze, the heat rising to your cheeks with a nervous smile. You look around, hoping Sans would save you from this situation you don't know how you got yourself in.

"I'm just waiting on a friend," you point towards the ice cream shop door with a shrug.

His tall frame towers over your small, sitting down figure, his eyes pooling with softness that made your chest tighten. He bends down, his hair swaying on the way down. He holds out a hand, giving a friendly smile.

"I'm Matt." He says like a little kid, eyes sparkling at how shy you were.

You gulp, reaching up and grabbing his warm hand, cheeks turning completely red at how nice (and hot) you found this guy. Now, usually, people wouldn't just sit down right in a sidewalk to talk to a weird stranger but this guy did. He crosses his legs, looking up at you with a gigantic smile.

"Well I'm (Y/n)... nice to meet you, Matt." You give a friendly smile.

"This is a weird question, but can I see your phone for a second?" He blushes in embarrassment, nervously chuckling.

You blink multiple times before shrugging and pulling out your phone, handing it over to him. His slim fingers graze over your own when he grabs the phone from your hand, your pupils dilating.

He goes to work, tapping around on your phone for quite a while. You watch him with curious eyes, chewing on your bottom lip to the point it started to bleed. He looks back up with a smile, handing you back your phone.

"I've got to get going, but I'll see you later, (Y/n)!" He stands back up, reaching out and patting your head before racing off.

While he's racing around the corner, you take a moment to look down at your phone. He had put his number into your contacts. With small smile, you click off your phone and put it back in your pocket, pretending like nothing happened.

Sans comes back out, balancing an ice cream bowl on top of his head, pin-pricks vibrating. You laugh, holding out your hand from your ice cream. He drops a bowl in your hand, blushing blue.

"Eh... what's up?" He laughs.

You set down your ice cream on a side table, gesturing Sans to do the same. He lifts a brow bone, setting down his bowl with narrowed pin-pricks. You lift up your arms, face full of a heavy blush.

"Hug." You demand.

"But why?" He grabs the neck of his shirt, pulling it away from his sweating ribcage.

"Just trust me. I need to know something." You say seriously.

He leans down and clasps his arms over your waist, hugging you tightly. You sigh, giving a small smile and laying your head on Sans' shoulder.

"Yeah, this feels right. Okay. I'm good!" You cheer, releasing from the hug so you could eat your ice cream.

Sans watches you, completely confused. You give him a big smile, completely forgetting all about that guy about earlier. All you knew is that this ice cream shop is magic. You sit in front of the door and boom! You have a guys number.

Hey, you weren't complaining.

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Ladies and... gentlemen? Prepare for...

Drama.