It had been eight, eight days since Mettaton had walked you home, and now you’re sitting in a coffee shop, staring down into your hot chocolate, wondering why you missed him so much. The feeling initially set in about half a week after that cold night, you maybe thought that you just missed hearing his voice, or looking at his face. You assumed that was natural, lots of people have infatuations with celebrities. But, upon attempting to fill that desire with watching his show, you didn’t feel like you got what you were looking for.
As you sat in the warm cafe, you glanced around at the other tables, they were full of groups of friends, as well as couples, laughing and chatting, enjoying each others company. That’s when it hit you. You missed his presence. You took a deep breath and tried not to externally freak out. You shook your head and sipped your hot chocolate, it was still scalding, but you didn’t care, you needed to feel something other than … whatever it was you were feeling. How does anyone distinguish emotions? Was this friendship? Did you really wanna be his friend? Or was it a crush? What does having a crush on someone even feel like? It had been so long, maybe three, or even four years since the last time you might have had a crush on someone. Even then it obviously didn’t work out. All you knew, was that you missed having him near you, and that made you sick to your stomach. You hardly knew him, you conversed three, three goddamn times. You didn’t even know his favorite color! Well, actually, it was most likely pink, but that was besides the point.
You repeated yourself, and added “it’s my name. I never told you, soooo…” You trailed off and glanced to the side, shrugging your shoulders.
There was a pause before he spoke. “It’s gorgeous.”
You glanced back up to him and he was beaming, maybe one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen him make within the week of seeing his new body around social media, which really wasn’t much, but still, it was a really big smile.
Feeling your face grow hot enough to make you start sweating, you decided it was time to go. “O-Okay, w-well t-thank your for the coat and for walking with me, and, and, and uh, I-I’ll get your coat back to you soon. Okay, thanks bye.” You said without taking a breath of air. You quickly turned away and started walking down your street.
“Alright, well goodnight, darling, get home safe!” You heard him call out to you. You didn’t respond, just kept walking toward your apartment, so flustered that you weren’t sure you could even walk straight.