Inks P.O.V
I realized what I said, and I covered my eyes with my hands.
'How could I say that if I hardly even know her?!'
But then I thought. 'But I'm not lying. I don't think she's ugly, I think she IS really pretty...beautiful even...'
I glanced over to Y/N, and she was hiding her eyes. I chuckled at this, smiling genuinely.
Putting a hand on her shoulder, she flinched at the contact. But Y/N looked up from the brim of her f/c hat, showing those bright e/c eyes.
Your P.O.V
It was a beautiful day out, so I wanted to go to the park for a walk. Then next think I knew, the wind 'blew' me AND my hat away. When I met a stranger, an artist at that. He was very kind and honest....
Turns out, we were destined to meet, cause we met up every weekend. Sitting down to talk, draw, or even just chill. Sometimes we would even fall asleep under one of the trees, as I leaned on Ink's shoulder and had peaceful dreams.
Time skip brought to ink's barf >.<
Its been 6 months, and over that time you have been pondering on something.
'Do I have a crush on Ink?'
It made you blush like mad every time it came up, but eventually you made a conclusion. Everything fited together, and so you knew. You had a crush on the Skeleton Artist.
Signing, you sat on the couch at your place. Today was Friday...you were going to see Ink tomorrow at the park. Groaning in fustration, and snaping your head back. "Why~?" You wined, "How the heck am I going to tell him..." You questioned your self more and more, until you heared your phone go off....
'OH YES~!'
Yep, that was your text ringtone. Hey, Mettaton is irresistible.
So picking up your phone you read the text.
To: Y/N
From: Inky!
"Hey Y/N, sorry if I'm bothering you. But I just wanted to let you know, I won't be able to see you tomorrow-"
You paused, 'what?' you thought as you kept reading.
"....I've just gotten I little sick is all, but I should be able to see you next weekend kay. Again sorry I had to cancel. Hope to see you later!
-Ink"
"WHAT?! Are you kidding me?" You screamed, grabbing a near by pillow and shoving it into your face. Screaming into it. You stared at the icon of ink giving you an awkward bunny ears photo.
