Little Snowflakes (Eremin Fanfic)

Different

Hello! I don't even care about reads anymore: I'm just going to update every now and then and get the story completed. Don't forget to comment what you think! :) Ok, read on, if you wish...

Armin’s POV

Ever since I was a little kid, I knew something was different about me.

I had no idea where I was supposed to be, where I was supposed to go.

But now that everyone knew me… I felt free.

If someone kicked me around because of who I was, so be it.

Is that really how I’ll react when someone pushes me around?

Let’s face it. I was a wimp.

A gay, nerdy, shy wimp.

Now was the time to make a change.

Monday morning, I took the bus as usual. I pulled out a book from my backpack and started to read.

But this wasn’t any book… it was a book on basketball.

I was joining the basketball team. I had absolutely no idea how to play.

I was sure, though. I liked Eren more than a friend. It hurts to think that he is straight, showing no hint of gay at all. He’s one of the really cool kids at this high school, and of course, he wants to keep his, what you would call at this school: good reputation.

I needed an excuse to be with him more. I had a crush on him. He was a kind, sweet soul, even if he yelled a lot. He totally steered clear of the whole “drugs” group, so he didn’t come to school everyday with red eyes being a weird womanizer. He knew how to make someone feel better, and he was a very good friend. At the same time, holy shit, did he have a body. As well as being on the basketball team, he was on the swim team. This meant that every other day he was in the pool with his arms and legs working in every way possible. His arms were very muscley, thanks to basketball and swimming, and man, those abs. It was honestly hard not to stare at them whenever they were visible. It made me think way too many times: God, couldn’t he just always not notice me, so I could look at him forever? Could anyone just not trace my glance to his hot body? Could I just look at his perfectly sculpted ass one more time? Forgive me. Whenever I saw him, talked with him… I could not help myself and I just always became a different person. Was it my mind trying to impress him? Was it my mind distracted by the thoughts: Wow, he is amazing!

If there was anyone that just had everything about them perfect, by far, it was Eren. I could not be more blessed to have him as a best friend.

The thought suddenly struck me: Swim team! I was so much better at swimming than basketball. Why had I not thought that before? I had been the best swimmer on the team in 6th and 7th grade (before I quit)... I shouldn’t have been too much worse now.

As the bus slowly started to stop, I put my book in my backpack, zipped it up and stood up. I looked down, as usual, as I walked to the bus door and stepped out. An end-of-summer breeze blew through my blonde hair, brushing it into my eyes. The sun shone, making the stained glass art in the high school shine brightly. I walked quickly in the school doors and went to the office to sign up for the swim team. Luckily, it started tomorrow, so I had time to figure everything out and get swim gear gathered and into my backpack. I waited for the kid in front of me to finish, and then I stepped forward. As the kid turned around, though, I realized who it was. “Oh, hi, Armin!” The beautiful brunette boy smiled. “H-hi, Eren,” I said, returning the smile. “So, I see you’re signing up for the swim team?”

“Yeah, I thought I would try it out this year. I don’t usually have much after school except Student Council meetings,” I laughed awkwardly. Eren didn’t seem to notice. “Cool, I’ve been doing since the beginning of high school, and I’m liking it. I’m sure you will, too!” He told me happily.

“Thanks,” I said to him. “I’ll see you later.”

“Alright, bye!” He waved. I blushed as I uncapped my pen and wrote down in a slot on the sheet of paper: Armin Arlert - Junior. Right below Eren Jaeger - Junior. He was so cute. He really was a gentleman. I couldn’t stand it. I pushed away the thoughts saying: “You know, when are you going to stop liking him? He’s never going to like you—he’s straight. You can’t love him forever.”

The day rolled on as a usual day. After my 6th period class, I walked out of the room to quickly get my planner out of my locker. After grabbing it out of my backpack, I shut my locker door and stood up to meet a double-chinned face centimeters away staring at me. “U-uh—”

“Who the hell said you could speak?” The boy said. Another boy behind him put his massive, fat hand over my mouth. I gasped and slowly breathed in and out. “Pin ‘im down, Ricky.” A boy I didn’t see before roughly banged me into the lockers and held his hands firmly on my shoulders. “So, you thought it was cool coming out of the closet to 650 kids, huh?” The first guy said in my ear. “And I thought you were smart.”

“What a cowardly move,” The person pinning my shoulders down said, Ricky, apparently. He balled his fist and, in a flash, punched my stomach. All three of them laughed in a maniacal way.

Even with a hand covering my mouth, I spoke loudly and clearly. “You guys are the cowards!” I said, making a once again failed attempt to be brave.

The person covering my mouth took his other giant hand and slapped me hard across the face. “That’s for insulting us. What a lame comeback, anyway.”

“Faggot,” Ricky added on.

“I should’ve known about your rainbow unicorn tail all along,” The first guy said. “If there was a fag I ever saw, you would be one. You are the faggiest of fags. And you didn’t even have to work towards earning that achievement.” He took his leg and kicked me behind my knees, knocking me to the ground. Tears started to well up in my eyes, and I prayed for nothing more than them to go away. I am brave. I am not a wimp. I am a proud role model.

One of them was about to whisper something in my ear when a flash of a brown leather jacket came whizzing by and kicked the whole gang right in the balls. “Piss off, you dumb douchebags!” The boy said. Eren. Had he come to save me from this mess? I wanted to say to him: “You don’t need to do this, Eren,” but I kept quiet. The one boy’s big, clammy hand came off of my mouth and I exhaled. “Jesus Christ!” The first boy said. “Are you secretly a unicorn also, Jaeger?” With that, Eren used his foot and kicked him in the stomach, pushing him to the ground. “You f*cking asked for that, Samson.”

Suddenly a female teacher came around the corner and shouted, “EREN! JAMES! IN MY ROOM NOW!” Ricky and Bigfoot (I guess more like Bighand) were out of sight at this point as Eren and the first boy, James, walked angrily into the teacher’s office.

That wasn’t so bad.

I can deal with that.

With a bruised and cut body, I walked off to my last class of the day.

I can do this.

Ok, there ya go. Yes, Armin always gets bullied in Eremin fanfics (or just high school aot fanfics), but this isn't going to be his life story. It's just giving a taste of what can very well happen to gay people. It's sad, I know. But I'm going to make this story sort of realistic.

*imitates troye sivan* BYEEEE! *DUN DUN DUN DUN  NUN NUN NUN NUN NUN NUN NUN DUN DUN*