-(y/n)'s P.O.V-

School's over... Which means it's time to put my plan into action.

After rushing to get my things from my locker, I raced to the front of the school, where I found Fresh about to enter a car.

"Fresh, wait!" I shouted while running up to Fresh.

Fresh stopped and turned to me.

"Hey (y/n). Need something?" Fresh questioned.

"Yeah... I was curious if you'd be up for... A sleepover..." I explained through pants.

Fresh looked a bit shocked.

"Um... Sure... Is that okay with you mom?" Fresh questioned while turning to his mother.

"That works with me. You seem like a sweetheart. We'd be happy to have you over. Are your parents okay with that?" Fresh's mom questioned.

"Yeah. They're fine with it." I said.

"In that case... Hop on in. You can sit in the back with Fresh." Fresh's mom said.

Yes!

Fresh and I then hoped in the back, where Unfresh was sitting.

... Hehe...

Unfresh gave me a suspicious look.

"What're you doing here?" Unfresh asked after taking an earbud out.

"I'm coming for a sleepover." I explained.

Unfresh looked a bit worried.

And he should be.

For I intend to win this game.

Fresh's mom then started to head to their home.

"Will you need to grab anything at your house before the sleepover? If so, we can drop by your house." Fresh's mom questioned.

... I didn't consider that...

"Yeah. If that isn't a bother Mrs. Fresh's mom."

Fresh's mom laughed.

"It isn't a bother. And you can just call me Mrs. Freshy. 'Freshy' for short." Mrs. Freshy said.

I then gave Mrs. Freshy the directions to my house.

After I arrived, I raced inside.

"Hey (y/n)." Mom said.

Crap...

... I never actually told her about the sleepover...

"Hello." I said.

Mom gave me a suspicious look.

"Okay, spill. What're you up to?" Mom asked.

"... Just having a sleepover with a friend." I answered.

Mom luckily didn't ask who I'd be having the sleepover with and went back to her cooking.

"Alright then. Have fun!" Mom said.

"Thanks."

I then raced to my bedroom, stuffed some clothes and other necessities in my sleepover bag, and raced back outside.

"Thanks for waiting." I said as I struggled to stuff my things in the car.

"You really thought we'd leave you?" Mrs. Freshy questioned.

"Well... No..." I said, as I continued to struggle.

"Let me help with those." Fresh said before tossing my things in the back of the car.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

We then headed to Mrs. Freshy's house.

When we arrived, Fresh helped me carry my things to his room.

His room was as colorful as his personality and clothing. It had a queen-sized bed with rainbow-colored sheets, a giant TV with multiple different gaming consoles, a karaoke machine, a mini fridge, a couch, and two doors which led to who knows what.

"Wow... Your room's amazing!" I exclaimed.

"You really think so?" Fresh asked.

"Well... Yeah! My room's a blank slate compared to this colorful room." I explained.

"If you say so." Fresh said.

Now is the perfect plan to act on my plan.

"Hey Fresh, I'm hungry. Can we get a bite to eat?" I questioned.

"Sure. What're you in the mood for?" Fresh asked.

"Why don't we go to your kitchen and see?" I suggested.

"Sure." Fresh said.

Fresh and I then headed down the kitchen, where I found exactly what I needed to see.

Pictures of the family on the fridge.

"Aw... Is that you?" I questioned, while pointing to a young skeleton boy who definitely had the same look as Fresh.

Fresh blushed slightly in embarrassment.

"... Yeah... And this one's Unfresh." Fresh answered before pointing to a picture of young Unfresh.

He still had his 'edgy' look but was singing into a microphone.

So... Unfresh sings...?

Fact number two found!

One more to go.

"That's so cute! I didn't know he sang." I said.

"Yeah. From what others have said, he has a wonderful voice. But he doesn't sing very often." Fresh explained.

"That's sad." I said.

"It is. So... What would you like to eat?" Fresh asked while opening the fridge.

I looked inside the fridge to find (Food).

"How about this?" I questioned, while pointing to (Food).

"Sure. I'll (Whatever you do to prepare food)." Fresh said while taking out the food.

He then started to prepare the food.

While he did that, I decided to stop looking for clues at the moment.

After all, I'm here for a sleepover. Why not enjoy it while I'm here?

-Fresh's P.O.V-

... I almost can't believe it...

(y/n) is here for a sleepover!

I'm practically radiating with excitement. Though I'm doing a good job at playing it cool at the moment.

After I finished preparing (y/n) her (Food), I gave it to her.

"Thanks." (y/n) said before taking a bite.

She seemed to enjoy it.

"Any good?" I questioned.

"Yep! Aren't you going to get something to eat?" (y/n) asked.

"Nah. I'm not hungry at the moment." I replied.

... Because I'm so nervous...

Well, this is my first time having a girl over for a sleepover. That's probably why I'm feeling so nervous...

... Right?

-(y/n)'s P.O.V-

As I was finishing up my food, I noticed that Fresh seemed to be in the middle of deep thinking.

"Hey Fresh, you okay?" I questioned.

Fresh snapped of his thinking and ended up falling out of his chair.

"Are you okay!?" I asked while standing up and rushing over to Fresh.

... Stupid mother-like instincts...

Fresh's hand was on his skull. He looked a bit dizzy, but there were no cracks or anything that looked like he took serious damage.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Fresh said, trying to reassure me as he stood up.

Though he was a bit wobbly.

"Sit. I'll get you some ice." I instructed.

"But I'm-"

"Sit." I demanded, my voice more serious.

Fresh didn't hesitate to sit down.

I then opened the freezer where I found an ice pack.

After closing the freezer, I handed Fresh the ice pack.

"Thanks." Fresh said before applying the ice pack to his head.

Poor guy.

A few minutes later Fresh put the ice pack down.

"Feeling better?" I questioned.

"Yeah. I should be fine now." Fresh said before putting the ice pack away.

Based on how he was able to put the ice pack away by himself, he should be fine now.

"So, what would you like to do?" Fresh questioned.

My thoughts immediately went to all the things I normally do with (b/f/n) when we have sleepovers. But, since I'm with a male skeleton... Most of the things I'd normally go to won't work...

"Well, we could play a game. I saw that you had a lot of games in your room." I suggested.

"Sure. Let's go." Fresh said.

Fresh and I then headed up to Fresh's room, where we found a fun game to play.

(Game).

One of my favorites.

Once the game was set up, my serious game-mode-self turned on.

"You're going down!" I confidently said.

"We'll just have to wait and see about that." Fresh said, matching my confidence.

"Game. On."

Hey. How's everyone doing? Hope you're still enjoying the story. If not, please let me know why, so I can improve. Thanks! Later! =^-^=