Unexpected [Human Sansxreader]

Another

"I'm so glad this part is done and over with", Sans complained as he lays his head on his arms. Not realizing he had taken already occupied space on your dining table. The table albeit messy with random papers and other school supplies thrown around was no excuse. You push Sans arm out of your way, feeling relieved. However, as soon as you pushed his arm away it was back where you found it. Shouldering your arm, making you feel an uncomfortable lightning.

"Ugh, would stop griping Sans. It isn't over yet. And PLEASE move arm away from mine", you responded in annoyance. "You're taking up too much room as is". You give him an expression of teasing, for you never really meant it. You certainly liked having both Sans and Ella here today. Well sort of. I wish I hadn't been caught looking into the box... I wonder what Sans must think of me for doing such a thing.

"Well I'm sorry miss princess, not everyone can be as polite as you". Sans has his usual smile on his face but with one eye open. He must've been really tired. You started to wonder why, forgetting to respond and creating an uncomfortable silence. You shifted in your seat. What could you say that could add to this conversation. Nothing in particular but you had to break the silence.

"Princess ey? I'm more like a potato thank you." You eyes smiled as you looked at him. He was wearing a white t-shirt and his infamous blue hoodie. Does he ever was that thing? Probably not it would be Papyrus who does anything around the house.

"Hizzaa! Princess potato of the French fry kingdom", Sans dramatically inchanced. He twirled his finger into the air with less enthusiasm, comparing to his little skit.

Ella who was sitting next to you cleared her throat. She seemed somewhat upset with the both of you. Not knowing what you did, you had slightly gotten annoyed. After all, you three had just finished a major part of this project. This was the perfect time to goof off. This thought had surprised you, just a couple of months goofing off wasn't in your vocabulary but now that you actually have people to call as your friends things have changed. Heh has Sans really rubbed off on me that much?

Nah...
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"It's so nice have you two over for dinner!", your mother exclaimed excitedly. Your mother had to invite them over, there was no ifs, ands, or buts. She was just so proud of you finally having people over while she was. She was quite saddened when Sans was here while she was at work. But now she came home to not one but two people she never met, and she couldn't be more happier.

"Well I'm always done for your wonderful cooking ma'am", Sans replied politely and not like himself. Heh you would figure he be breaking out the puns. Sans then picks up his garlic bread and takes a huge bite out of it. Mouth full of bread he says in a slight whisper where only you can hear, "Another one bites the crust ey Jayde?"

That's more like it, you thought to yourself.

"That's it, Jayde never let this one go. He thinks I cooked and that it was delicious", your mother laughed. She was still in her scrubs which were teal and had light green butterflies, however her scrub pants were just the light green. She had laughing wrinkles around her blue ocean eyes. Freckles crossed her round oval face. Her dyed dirty blond hair was once in a tight bun but now it hung loosely down her shoulders and back in a mess of curls. You always loved the way your mom look, she always looked so elegant and fragile yet strong and fierce. Her eyes always seemed to hold happiness and kindness. Something you wish yours did. But when you look in the mirror, you saw the opposite. You shook your head from those thoughts. This is not what you needed.

The three of you teenagers where sitting in the same position as you were before writing the script. However, Ella had scooted further away from you and Sans and it made you felt uncomfortable. It was uneven and you never really liked that. Maybe you should sit over besides your parents? But then it would make you feel awkward... you just couldn't win.

Your dad must have picked up on this for he asked, "So Ella tell us more about yourself. We kind of already met Sans, or at least I did, so he gets a pass for being put on the spot. For now". You dad pulled a smile. He was dressed more casual than his cop uniform for he had a day off finally. They both work so hard, you silently thought. You should probably show more appreciation for your parents.

Ella shifted into her chair. You could tell she had become more bashful. "There isn't much to tell", she said softly. This seemed oddly familiar. You did the exact same thing meeting Papyrus's and Sans's friends. You chuckle to yourself as your dad pressed Ella to say something. "I guess I like to do art. I'm in art class."

"Oh wow, you know Jayde likes to write? They are both art aren't they? She's really good at it too. She always is writing in her journal of hers. Poems I believe "

Your face flush with a soft pink. Why had he have to say that? You weren't that good. "Huh, now I gotta read some of your stuff Jayde", Sans says casually.

You stare at him in horror. "No you don't. It's really boring and you wouldn't like it", you croaked out as you hid your face in your hands. Just the thought of someone reading what you wrote was embarrassing enough but let alone Sans reading it, your heart would be crushed once he told you it was really bad.

"Eh oh well I tried", Sans said with a hint of sarcasm. You squinted your eyes at him.

"No one is reading anything. End of dicussion".

"What not even the script?", Sans replies cheekily. You gave a gasp. He got you there.

"What script are you talking about er Sam?", your mother asked. She was really bad at remembering the simplist names and always forgot them.

"Sans mom, and for our creative class we have to make a script, a backdrop, costumes, and we have to hold auditions. Once that is all done, we have act out the play in front of everyone. At our school. Where everyone can see. Us. On stage. Acting", you informed. Now feeling anxious about it. What if you had to play a major part? How would you remember all the lines? Would you choke up? Most likely.

"Oh that sounds like fun, what play are you doing?", your dad asked intrigued.

"Romeo and Juliet sir. But with a twist it's in the modern world. And it's a comedy. Not a tragedy", Ella had joined in. Which had surprised you. Maybe she's coming out of her shell?

"Ah, now that sounds like my kind of play".

You sapped your forehead. Yeah we are going to totally fail.