(Clean) Sancest Oneshots.

5. Cream: ice cream

Dreams pov 

     I had picked up on a quick sense of happiness that was there for a second, strong, then depleted, weak. It flashed like the little blue button on Bluetooth headphones. Only I could sense it was from Cross. I knew it was from Cross. I had learned his specific signature quickly, and have been keeping track of it. Because he was a pretty depressed sans.

     Wait. He couldn't be-? No. 

     I teleported 20 feet away from where he was. I relaxed, knowing my fears were false. He was sitting on the couch watching a comedy and eating ice cream. Wait who needs to eat two hole gallons of ice cream? The containers rested on his lap, and he was holding a giant spoon. (No it's not from the 'one spoonful of ice cream' vine.)

     He must have heard me teleporting because his head whipped around to face me, a look of surprise on his face.

     "Hey cross. Watcha doing here?" I ask in an already aware tone. I smiled, finding his little situation silly.

 "Nothing!" He claimed. He did know that he wasn't in any trouble, or that he wasn't a little kid either... RIght?

      "I wanna bite." I sit next to him and reach for the spoon. he rolls his pin pricks, and scoops out a small bit for me. I chuckle and eat the bite of ice cream. 

     The comedy makes a few good jokes about Disney, and then lion king. I remembered that part when they smear the red powder on Simba's forehead, and smile, thinking of something funny. You all know what I'm about to do.

     I take some of the strawberry and dip my thumb on the side, getting some on thumb. Somehow he hadn't noticed by then what I was doing.

     "Hey cross." I got his attention, good. I quickly smeared the strawberry ice cream across his forehead. He panicked, and kept making the funniest faces.

    I almost howled with laughter. And a new positive feeling arose. It weighed my soul down a little bit, but felt nice and sweet. I knew what it was, but hadn't actually felt it strongly like this.

     Cross ran to the bathroom to clean it off, while I kept laughing. I fell into the other run of ice cream, luckily it was almost empty. But that didn't prevent it from getting on me and my outfit. 

     I was still laughing, but it was dying down, because I was loosing the little bit of voice I had. Cross walked back out, seeing me covered in icecream, almost in tears as I lay sprawled out on the floor.

     His facial expression changed from mildly annoyed, to full on laughter. Oh no.... I've started a chain reaction. We're doomed!

     We were both wheezing by the time I got up and tried to go clean the ice cream off my face. I cleaned as much off as I could, but there was a spot that had must have gotten in through my eye socket. There was that last spot at the back of my skull, impossible to reach from the eye socket. But not impossible from under the jaw. 

    "Cross... I need your help." He rushed in, not seeing the problem. "I-I've got ic-ice cream on in the b-back of my skull!" I explained, trying not to stutter in laughter, but utterly failing.

     He covered his face, trying not to chuckle at the situation. He grabbed a flashlight and a new paper towel, and got to work. He had to flash the light in my eyes, staring. And used the now slightly damp paper towel to clean the ice cream.

"Guess we won't do that again will we?" Cross scolded. I shook my head, still smirking. 

     "No sir, I won't make that mistake again." I watched his face start to glow, and I retrained from giggling.

"D-dont call me that please." 

     " Aww. But I need to have some kind of nickname for you." He roles his highlights. This is the kind of reason I enjoy being around him. I chose that maybe later I would confess. That was, if these feelings didn't go away, like I feared.

"Idk. I mean we all have the normal nicknames. Why a new one?" I shrugged, leaning on the back of the couch now. 

     "I thought it would be cute. OH! I got it! You know those cookies? The black and white ones?" I got exited again.

"Oreos?" 

     " Yeah! I could call you oreo. It's adorable. And Oreos are tasty, so, positive thing."  Cross looked slightly embarrassed, but then got that expression that said; "I've got the best come back."

" Are you saying that I'm tasty~? " I felt my cheekbones turn bright yellow. Did he know? Or was he just joking around. I continued it. Canceling it out with fake innocence.

     "But that's canialism." I act as innocent as I could. Not wanting to give myself away as much as possible. He could see right through me though.

 "You know that's not what I ment. Anyways, I'll put the remaining ice cream away. " he grabbed the bucket that had the melting strawberry ice cream inside, and put it in the fridge.

     It was nice having cross around at the star sans's base. He had a place to stay now, and at least he had a way to take his mind off of the chaos that was a few months ago.

-hello. Ok so that might be a part 2 later, because I feel like this was fun to make, and that the mini story is not complete. Either way, sorry for the long pause I'm updates, and happy reading peeps!-