FREAKS (mikasa)

57. running away is easy

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JULY 21ST: DAY OF THE "KICKBACK"

you and lyssa got ready for sasha's little beach party with your friends in mikasa's bathroom while eren sat on her counter. he swung his legs like a little kid, staring down at his phone screen with twitter on it.

"do you think it'll be like the first kickback?" lyssa asked you and eren whilst curling her black hair.

"i have no idea what goes on in sasha's mind. we can only hope not." you said leaning on the counter to look closely into the mirror while you did some highlight in the corner of your eyes for a white effect. once you were done with the highlight stick you put it down and traded it for some mascara.

since it was a beach party you wore a cute blue and white coconut girl bikini top and jean shorts. your (h/texture) hair was tied into a high ponytail with a few loose strands hanging out of it.

you wore the necklace mikasa gave you aswell.

"i don't even know why y'all are getting all dolled up to go play at the beach with sand." eren shook his head

"who plays at the beach? we're getting cute so we can take pictures? duh." lyssa explained

"it's still weird."

"that's your opinion, so keep it to yourself. thank you." you responded so he could shutup and let your get pretty in peace.

"help!" you heard mikasa yell from her room.

"WHAT? im kind of busy right now." you said faintly, absorbed in your looks

"is this cute or no?" mikasa suddenly appeared in the doorway of her bathroom. you didnt look up at her immediately but when you did it felt like the world stopped spinning for both of you.

she wore a floral button up, black bikini underneath and some jean shorts. her now growing, fluffy hair hid her face a bit but when she moved it out the way you melted. she wore a few chains but more importantly she wore your necklace.

surfer boy 'kasa is my new favorite look

"aww you're so cute!" lyssa complimented, curling the last section of her hair

"thanks! y/n what do you think?"

"y-yeah." you nodded, not knowing what else to say

fuck, she's so fine

"yeah what? cmon!" she came over and tugged at your arm for an answer

"you look amazing, oh my god." you looked her up and down with a smirk

"okay good." she moved her self into the bathroom and checked herself out in the mirror. her hands reached down into your victoria's secret makeup bag for your highlight stick and eye brow makeup.

"you could've asked, you know?" you joked, finishing up your mascara

"then can i see your stuff?" she paused her actions and asked you with a head tilt. god, you loved it when she did that. you could never resist.