Wednesday

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(Warning. Puns.)
Wednesday

I latched myself onto (Y/N) and we all laughed when he stumbled again.

"Gosh darn't Sans!"

I hugged him harder and saw Peo shake her head.

I still can't believe you call each other that.."

(Y/N) laughed and I let go. They walked to the school with me trailing behind. We walked into the first class and there was a problem on the bored. (Y/N) threw his head back and laughed. In a very British accent he stated.

"That tis easy! Tis 24 is that answer!"

The room laughed and Ms. Divisio chuckled.

"Sorry Tyler. The answer is actually 13."

I couldn't resist and ran up to the bored and wrote.

"You."

I saw Peo shake her head threating.

"Just."

(Y/N) groaned.

"Got."

Ms. Divisio held her head in her hands.

"Schooled."

I threw the marker down and walked out, leaving a terrified class and an exasperated (Y/N) behind. I walked around before deciding to go to the library. I walked along the isle until I came to a title that caught my eye. I'm Not Mental. The cover was a purple flower and what looked like blood stains. I flipped through and caught a few words, but nothing that really sparked my interest. I put it back on the shelf and continued until I came to the science room. I peeked inside and saw posters with jokes everywhere.

Wow. They must make science jokes more than just periodically....

I continued down the hallway until I came to another corridor. The clock on the side read 1:36 p.m.

Uh....Still an hour left. Unless.....

A devious grin spread across my features. I dashed to the nearest intersection and locked eyes with a fire alarm. I pulled and pressed down. The alarms echoed through the hallways and the footsteps were soon to follow. I ran out into the muddy field and watched as the school ran out after me. I laughed and listened as the teachers tried (and failed) to keep the students in order. Everyone waited for the "fire" to be put out, until eventually someone found a frisbee in an old bush. People began to talk and play with the frisbee until the firemen showed up and told us that there was no fire. The teachers cheered, but that soon stopped and was replaced by students cheers as they realized it was 2:50. I jumped up and down with everyone else. The crowd dispersed onto buses and the school day was over.

I walked home, listening to my music, before running into (Y/N). We both fell and I heard him mumble some words under his breath. I laughed and hauled him to his feet.

"S-Sans?"

I tapped him on the shoulder to show that I was here. I drug my hand to his feet until he realized I was in front of him.

"Can you help me?"

"I moved my hand up and down on his cheek to show him yes.

"S-since you haven't been at school my ex seems to think that you are gone. Permanently and she won't leave me alone. I'm so sorry! Please I don't want her!"

He was sincerely freaking out. His ex, Samantha, was obsessive. Not like a yandere, more like a fangirl. Gets jealous if he spends time anyone else.

I pulled him behind the nearest tree and soon enough, Samantha came pounding along, her hair flying in the wind.

"Ty Ty? Where did you go sweetie? We have to get to dinner!"

My blood began to boil. I stepped out and grabbed the back of her dress, pulling her in the opposite direction, careful not to touch her anywhere. I felt her trip on a root in the path and caught her, lowering her to the ground and running back to (Y/N). I caught his cheek and pulled him close, wrapping my arms around him. He laughed and thanked me, before we parted and I went back home. Crawling into my bed I felt arms around my waist. I looked back to see (Y/N) cuddled up beside me.

"We cuddle often enough that I just know where you lay."

I laughed and draped the covers across him and cuddled up in his chest.


               

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