Let's Start Over...

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  It just occurred to me that I have no idea what to talk to him about.
               Way to go.
I guess I'll just have to wing it.
  "So, Darling, I take it that you like Latin dancing?"
          No Sh*t, Sherlock.
"Yes! I know Salsa, Flamenco, and my favorite's the Tango." He replied with a grin. It made me smile.
  "Well then, Darling, why don't you show me how it's done?" I said with a seductive tone in my voice. I regret that.
"Oh! Um.. You want to salsa or-" he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Am I crazy, or did I just see a skeleton blush? Anyway.
  "Salsa's fine." I replied.
At this moment, I knew.
               I f*cked up.
I dance to Jazz and Hip hop.
Dispite what others may presume, I'm not so good with fancy footwork or moving my hips like that. I just hope to God he doesn't notice.
He smiled and took out his phone. I saw him type something, then he set it down. Upbeat Latin music began playing, and I was internally panicking. He reached for my hand, and I stood up. Then, all in one movement, he spun me around and had already started the dance. I tried to follow his footsteps, but they seemed almost random. The beat moved fast and I couldn't keep up. I stumbled and tried to brush it off. I ended up falling in what seemed like slow motion .
       Now he's going to laugh.
      I'm screwed.
      He's probably going to tell everyone about th-
      He caught me by the waist. I felt my face heat up, and regained my balance.
"Are you alright, Mettaton? "
He was genuinely concerned. Wow.
" Yes, Darling, I'm fine, just...please don't tell people about this." I replied and looked away.
"About what? That you tripped? Not everyone can keep up with this tempo."
I looked back at him.
" -And besides, If you need Salsa lessons, I'd be more than happy to help you!"
Those kind words brought a smile to my face. He's still the same Papyrus that I met when I was little.
"I did notice something else though." He said, still debating whether or not to say what he was going to.
" What is it?"
" Well, I don't want you to think low of me for pointing this out, but-" His eyes averted mine.
"I won't think low of you at all. Trust me, I can take constructive criticism." I said, remembering hate from when I first started performing. I pushed the memories out of my head.
"Well, your hips weren't moving with the music ... And... You seemed to be trying too hard to copy my movements. "
I felt my face heat up again. He can  see right through me...
"Yes well, I'm not that good with fast tempos." I confessed.
"Here-" he said, and without giving me a warning, he picked me up by my hand, and was behind me. He played the music again, and put his hands on my waist. It felt like I was going to overheat. He motioned for me to follow his movements, and sure enough, I tripped again and he went down with me. I started laughing, and so did he.
" PAP! " A tall fish woman, presumably Undyne, burst in through the door. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw us. It was only then that I realized the awkwardness of the position we were. I swear I looked like my face had been covered in pink paint. His, Orange. "Uhh...When you two are-" Undyne awkwardly started. Papyrus got up and cut her off. "Nothing happened, just a fall. Now. What's wrong?"
"Sans just had an accident and is at Alphys' getting healed up, he should be fine but I heard it's bad. Alphys won't let me in." Undyne remarked. Papyrus looked at me, then back to Undyne. "But I was just in the middle of giveing Mettaton a Salsa lesson and-" " Darling, he's your brother, go make sure he's fine." I reluctantly said. I didn't want  him to leave. "Okay, well. Goodbye, Mettaton! Hope to see you again!" He said. I stopped and quickly grabbed a slip of paper and wrote down my phone number. I gave it to him on his way out with only two words. "You will."
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I don't normally write in diaries anymore, but I think after today, I should start writing in  them again.
I wrote down the date.
Then, in big cursive letters that covered the page, I wrote four words.
              I'm in love again!
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Special thanks to TobyTheCrabbyCrab for the basic scenario for this chapter, I had writer's block again. Go check out Toby's stories! (They're good) :3

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