𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘋𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘚 | Armin A.

one - fruit gummies

the time was 9 pm, you sat tapping your foot on the carpet below you, you couldn't help but become antsy. You see, parties were your favorite thing, everyone knew this about you. Parties we're freeing, you didn't have to worry about your studies, your grades, finances, nothing. In a moment of a party, it's just you and everyone else trying to escape their horrible college life. It was a type of therapy for you. after a long day of back-to-back classes, all you had to do was show up to a party and let loose.

You were the girl that everyone knew of, the one that everyone would look for at a party, the one that people would come to when they needed to let loose. Everyone knew you as the girl who lived freely and didn't have a care in the world. you liked that image, but that wasn't you, you were currently on the verge of not passing 1 of your classes. This was a horrible time for you to be sinking below as well, school exams were coming up and you definitely could risk failing them.

You were worried, for sure. But, that wouldn't stop you from attending a party. jean Kirstein, one of your good friends was throwing a party today. then again, you were friends with everybody. It was Friday the start of the weekend, no better way to start a weekend than getting passed out drunk at a party.

However, your roommate, Historia Reiss would not be so happy about this. You always had to convince her to go to parties along with you and sometimes she would even nag you to stay in and not go to a party. Don't get me wrong, historia was lovely, you were almost jealous of her. She had good grades, a loving girlfriend, and she still maintained her popularity. She was the cliché "picture-perfect girl", long silky blonde hair, big blue gleaming eyes, she was quite a bit shorter than you as well. She cared for you and didn't think going to parties every other night was healthy, so most days she tried to get you to stay in and do something fun with her. Sometimes she would offer a movie, or dinner, or maybe just a girl chat and do each other's nails. You couldn't say no to her half of the time, she was genuinely fun to be around. However, you would still go out to parties on the weekends, occasionally on your free days. You knew it wasn't a good way to cope with your struggles, but you did it anyway. Who was going to tell you no?

You're foot tapped on the wood floor, you were excited to get out and let loose. You hadn't gone out all week, you were in desperate need to get drunk and get your body moving. The party scene was your favorite thing, drunken bodies clashing together, the smell of weed, sweat, and all types of perfumes and cologne mixed, music blasting at the highest volume making your body pulse. It was all so nice to you.

you were waiting on historia and her girlfriend, Ymir in your dorm lobby. historia said that she needed to pack an overnight bag for Ymir's house last minute. you didn't mind, you were just super antsy to get out, that's all. historia stayed at Ymir's place quite often. they were a cute couple, everyone wanted to be one or the other. it was nice to see how ymir treated historia, she was so good to her and you knew that she would never hurt historia. though you and historia both of you only have shared a room for half of this semester, (you both were 2nd years) historia was almost like a sister to you, and you somewhat felt protective over her as she did over you. so many boys would throw themselves at her knowing she was taken, or they try to flirt with her at parties while Ymir wasn't there. You felt like it was your duty to protect her when she needed it. She could handle herself most of the time, though.

"Y/n, hey!" historia waved excitedly at you, standing on her tippy toes. you could see her small figure along with Ymir's tall figure in your peripheral vision. You stood up from the bench you were sitting on and smiled a large grin.

"Hey guys!" you shouted, almost a little too excited. You brushed off your pants as goo stood to your feet.

Historia skipped over to you, she was in a pair of baggy jeans and a cute fluffy pink tube top, her shoes clacked against the marble floor as she made her way over to you, latching on your arm. Ymir on hisotria's other side, with her arm also taken over by Historia.