Philophobia

Chapter 9

Frisk's POV

     I slowly blink my eyes open, cringing at the harsh light shining through my blinds. I check my phone to see it's 5:57 PM. Damn. Must've taken a seven hour nap considering I was just 'resting my eyes' at 11:30 this morning. I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts and stood up, stretching. I decided to change out of my leggings and crop top that I literally put on for no reason and into an oversized t-shirt paired with fluffy grey pajama pants.

     I rubbed my eyes and yawned, followed by some more stretching cause why the hell not. I creaked open my door, acknowledging the music coming from the kitchen. G must be making dinner with some music on. I walked down the creaky stairs only to see G using a spatula as a microphone. He continued doing so until I laughed. He finally realized I was there and immediately stopped and continued cooking. I walked up to him and hugged him from behind, leaning my head onto his back. He looked over his shoulder with a smirk and the slightest tint of yellow on his face.

     "What's up with the hug, hun?" He said, continuing to stir what I could only assume to be ground beef for tacos.

     "I'm tiredddddddd..." I mumbled into his shirt. He rolled his eyes and continued to cook. I stood there for a few minutes before my eyes started to droop. He acknowledged this and shimmied his waist to try and wake me.

     "Don't fall asleep on me here. You've only just woken up, anyways, you lazy bones." He said. I chuckled and let go, leaning onto the center island behind me. G turned around to face me, the smirk still plastered on his face. Suddenly, a certain slow song came on that immediately caught my attention. My face lit up and G raised an eyebrow.

     "Oh no, what're you planning?" He said, standing straight and crossing his arms. A large grin appeared on his face and I bowed, putting my hand out in front of me.

     "Let's dance, shall we?" I looked up, only to see G's surprised face. Then, he burst into a sudden laughter. I frowned, wondering why this outburst of laughter occurred.

     "What? Why're you laughing?" I asked.

     "You don't even know how to dance, smartass."

     "True, true, but I know you do." My frown tuned into a shit eating grin.

     G's eyes went wide as he started to speak, "Nope, no. Hell no."

     "Pleaseeeeeeee?" I begged. He sighed and put his face into the palm of his hand.

     "You won't stop begging, will you?"

     "Hehe, nope!" I said, smiling cheerfully. He sighed again and shook his head. He motioned for me to come closer to him and I abided.

     "C'mere, Frisky. Stand on my feet." Once again, I listened to him and grabbed his hands for balance. He put my hand on his shoulder and held my other in his. He then put his free hand onto my waist and began to guide me. I was staring at his chest, zoning in and out while thinking about how weird this really was. I looked up to him to see he was looking down at me, smiling. I chuckled and put my head to his chest.

     "You weirdo..." I hear him mumble before he wrapped his arm around my waist and setting his head on top of mine. I blushed a small bit, a tad confused on how he put his head on top of mine considering he was about a foot taller than me, yet smiled a small smile. This went on for a bit longer before G hoisted me up over his shoulder. I laughed and repeatedly hit his back, kicking my legs. He walked into the living room and threw me on the couch and summoned some of his ever so 'holy' hands. Of course, he ordered them to tickle me. My only weakness. I experienced death by being too damn ticklish that afternoon.