I wrote most of this at midnight last night and am NOT adding onto it. I'll write a second chapter tho <3
"Well, ah... thank you for the talk, Ms...?"
"Oh dear, please, just call me Toriel! Drive safe, will you not?" Toriel stands up and brushes herself off, and hands Reagan a small piece of paper, with her cell phone number neatly written. "You may talk to me anytime, okay?"
Toriel's smile and kind demeanor stuck with Reagan even as she was driving home from the party.
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For the next couple of months, Toriel and Reagan grew to become good friends, occasionally planning movie nights at eachother's houses, or getting lunch together, or even just talking on the phone.
One day though, something changed. They still visited eachother, but the reasoning and the relationship built in these hang-outs changed.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, and Reagan was just about to have her lunch break, as urged by many her coworkers.
[DING]
"NEW MSG FROM: TORI 🐌" The screen read.
"Found this sneaky snail munching away on my tomato plants!! Quite the 'slimy' predicament, is it not? L.O.L! I hope you are doing well on this fine day ]:) From, Toriel.
P.S My friend sans taught me the meaning of L.O.L. Did you know it means 'Lots of Laughs?' Heehee!"
Attached to the message was a picture of the goat monster, excitedly holding her finger (?) out as a snail was crawling upon it.
Reagan chuckled a bit. Oh man, isn't she wonderful.
Uh oh.
Reagan nearly dropped her phone as the realization hit her, and her face heated up as red as a tomato.
OH MAN. ISN'T SHE WONDERFUL.
Reagan went to grab lunch and rushed on down to the office of the one person she knew who could help: Gigi.
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"Gigi! I need your-" Reagan nearly keeled over at the door, out of breath.
"Oh- is this a girl talk time? I'll get Brett- let's get you sat down." Gigi lead her back out of the polished office and to the small break room, sitting her friend down at the plastic table, and leaning her elbow on it as she sat down.
"Now- spill. I want to hear all about the troubles."
"Well, ah- so, you know that thing we had to go to about 4 or 5 months ago... and I ended up in a tussle with some asshole, and I nearly got us all kicked out...?" Reagan prefaced, grimacing at it.
"Well...?" Her coworker leaned in...
"Well, there was that monster lady there, her name was Toriel... And she came out to check on me, and... she really helped me calm down. She was really sweet, and we're sort of friends now?" Reagan adjusted her position in the seat.
"But- y'know, um... today, I got a text from her, like usual, and this time, I felt... different about her??? She's all kinds of silly and sweet and I guess it just... hit me all at once, you know?"
Reagan rested her cheek on her hand, smiling at the thought of the kind woman who she had grown so familiar with.
Gigi's eyes grew wide as she put the pieces together. "Oh my god... you have a CRUSH?"
Reagan jolted out of her daydream and shushed her. "Not so loud-!"
Brett burst in with an assortment of snacks. "I'm here!! Who needs what!?"
"Reagan has a crush!" Gigi relayed the information, and he formed a wide smile in response.
"Reagan, you're telling me you formed a big fat gay crush on the former queen of monsters, and you don't think this is a big deal???" Gigi turned back to Reagan, who was burying her red face in her arms.
"The WHO?" Brett sat down at the table, leaning in.
"Not so loud..."
"Sorry Reags!"
"I- well, um- I need some advice on how to ask her out... and I don't know how to do it??? What if she's straight??? What if i fuck up??? What if she doesn't date at all?? I don't know jack shit about feelings, you both know that!!"
"Well... you could just... ask her out front! You're blunt with your feelings usually, right?" Brett queried, starting on his lunch.
"Bluntness in a relationship has never ended well for me."
"Oh, I have an idea! The HoloDeck! Just practice a date or two in there!" Gigi piped up.
