The King and I (Asgore X male reader)

What Friends Are For

   "(Y/N) wake up! There's snow!"
   You are jolted awake by your brother's cries of excitment. You practically fall out of your bed to get to the window where you look out to see a thin layer of frost covering the ground. Your heart sinks a little at the sight of it. Winter always feels like it comes earlier and earlier each year. You turn to Jonathan.
   "Why are you so excited anyway?" you ask him. He looks at you in disbelief.
   "You aren't?" he asks, "Winter means all kinds of things! Like there's Christmas, and snowball fights, and sleding, and snowmen, and..." Jonathan continues to list things off as he goes out of the room, probably to the kitchen. You can't help but admire his enthusiasm. At least he can find some fun in the cold.
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   The still morning air is very refreshing as you walk down the side walk to where the bus will be to take you to school. No birds can be heard, and few cars are even on the streets. The whole atmosphere is calming.
   You think about yesterday when Cayna came over to the shop. She now knows your secret relationship. Will she tell anyone? Does she not know that tou would rather keep it unknown to everybody? These sudden thoughts disturb you. You hadn't considered them until now. Surely she wouldn't just tell everyone about As guh ore, whould she?
   Your thoughts are abeuptly interrupted when a car zooms past you on the road. The tires run right through a large puddle of slushy water which splatters all over you.
   "What the hell, dude?" You shout after the car in anger as it speeds down the road and around the next corner. Your whole left side is now thoroughly soaked putting you in a sour mood. You don't understnad why people do that. There was no-one behind him! He could have slowed down!
   After cooling down a bit, you decide there's not much you can do about the situation anyway. All that's left to do is continue with your day, so you might as well do that.
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   Classes are feeling harder and harder to get through. You can't decide wether it's because of you excitment to go see Asgore each day, or all the frustratingly unforgettable problems on your mind; the fact that you are gay can never be told to your mom, and telling Asgore along with your feelings toward him could ruin the relationship. These are the thoughts that have been filling your head in the middle of classes recently. You feel so tired of it all and just want to be able to tell everyone everything.
   "Hey, mind if I sit here?"
   Cayna's voice interupts your panicked train wreck of worried thoughts. You lift your head up from your hands, remembering that you are outside after packing up your backpack, ready for your bus to be called.
   "You good?" Cayna asks looking a little concerened, "You've been sitting on that wet bench for like ten minutes now. You're butt's gotta be soaked." You shake your head to clear your mind.
   "Uh, yeah, I'm fine," you manage to say.
   "If you say so," Cayna says as she sets her thin jecket on the bench and sits next to you, "but seriously, what's the matter with you? You've been so out of it recently, day-dreaming in class way more often. If you keep this up, you'll set a new record for teachers that hate you."
   "Uh, thanks?" You reply uncertainly, then laugh at the thought of said "record".
   "Look, I really appreciate how much you seem to give a damn, but it's not something you can really help with - and believe me, I wish you could - it's just..." you let out a sigh, "I need to make a bunch of decisions, and they're taking up a lot of my thoughts right now."
   Cayna nods with understanding. The two of you sit in silence for a while, both pondering what has been said so far. Again, your thoughts are interupted, this time by the loudspeaker announcing the Sherburne bus' arrival.
   "Well, I gotta go," you say, boisting your backpack up onto your shoulder and standing to leave.
   "Hang on just a sec," Cayna also rises, her hand simultaneously rummaging through her jacket pocket. She pulls out what looks like a pamphlet of some sort.
   "There's a Thanksgiving festival going on in a week or so. I want you to go."
   She hands you the pamphlet.
   "Wait, what?" You stammer, "Why me? Don't you have other friends to go with you?"
   "I never said I was going with you, though I might just *accidentally* bump into you while you're there." She presses the pamphlet into your hand, forcing you to accept it.
   "C'mon, it's not a frickin' date, (Y/N). You're always depressed and this'll cheer you up."
   You fumble for words, baffled that Cayna would go with you to a festival. Well, indirectly, apparently.
   "Yeah," you chuckle, "I guess I'll go. Thanks."
   "Your welcome," Cayna replies, "Cuz like let's be real, you need friends."
   You both laugh at this. It's true and should be more sad than funny, but you can't help yourselves.
   After finally saying your goodbyes, you head for the parking lot where the bus will be, all the while thinking about the pamphlet in your hand. Sure, a festival sounds like fun.