I huffed trying to catch my breath. I was grateful for it being a pretty cool day. Otherwise I'd be heavily sweating by now. Just why did he have to be up this steep hill.
I stood up straight as a cool breeze passed by the sun peaked over the clouds and began to spread its rays. I looked over and saw him standing there gazing out into the distance. The sun shone on him, in that moment he seemed so Bright to me as his jacket swayed in the gentle breeze. My heart was pounding fast. I felt a little nervous as I mustered the courage to do this, I began to approach him and his head turned to me as I got closer. I paused. Observing his features.
He had hisbusual scowl on his face but it seemed a lot more relax.
"What do you want?" He asked me, slightly annoyed.
Another gentle breeze blew by and I gulped. My mouth suddenly going dry as I opened my mouth to speak.
"I like you" I told him, my eyes didn't leave his surprised ones. But he looked away.
He says nothing for a moment, but then finds the words to speak "I'm faltered....but your but my type"
The rejection hit like a punch to the gut. You jet your smile although it wavered a little bit. To be honest you had expected this, you yourself were not sure why you liked this asshole. He was always a jerk to you, never really had anything nice to say, teased you whenever he got the chance to...but for some reason you liked him. Like an infection no matter how much you tried to deny it , it just continued to spread.
You were at least glad he didn't laugh out right in your face and call you stupid. You expected that more than anything...actually you'd probably order it if he did. His reply was still mean, but you could tell he was being direct and serious with it in this rejection.
"If that's it, can ya go away now" he didn't even look at me.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry-" I was embarrassed as I turned and began descending down the hill. I really walked up there just to get rejected. I knew I wasn't going to get anything out if it. But I stupidly believe there might have been a chance he liked me to.
"Did he even ever show signs of liking me?" I asked myself aloud.
I thought about...that's right. There was never any instance of that. I thought perhaps his interest in picking in me meant he liked me ...but maybe u was foolish in thinking soo, he was just a jerk and I was someone to mess with.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel like crying. I qent straight hone after that, I didn't want to run into anyone else after that I was too embarrassed amd ashamed.
After that sans continued to treat me as usual. Someone to pick on and make fun of when he felt like it. I was still bothered about the rejection but continued on as usual...I guess he really didn't care how I felt.
2 years went by and I stood on the side lines as he got girlfriends some that lasted long , others that were short.
"Papyrus have you seen that new game show they aired?"
"Oh! THEY HAVE A NEW ONE?" He stepped put of the kitchen with mild interest.
I chuckled "Yeah, I'm surprised you havent seen it yet, the puzzles they have this time seems pretty extreme "
"FINALLY, A PUZZLE SHOW THAT I CAN TRULY ENJOY UNLIKE THOSE OTHER INFANTILE SHOWS YOUVE SHOWN ME"
"Hey, you make it seem like you didn't enjoy them"
Papyrus grumbled "....A LITTLE"
You smiled. You were simply hanging out with Papyrus today, having nothing else to do since you were free.
