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2.

   "I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready to drink," Connie declares, standing up. "Finally, someone with some sense," You say playfully, following him onto the beach.

   "Pick your poison."

   You look at the huge table covered in various drinks, unsure of what to get. "Nice stock," You compliment, grabbing a red solo cup. "Like Hitch said, I can get anything," He says with a smirk.

   You crack open a redbull, mixing it with straight vodka.

   "Excellent choice, m'lady," Connie praises with a terrible accent. He grabs a bottle of tequila, pouring it into his cup. He squeezes a lime into it, tossing the leftovers into a big trash can.

   "I'm puking my guts out tonight," He beams, taking a sip of his drink.

   You weren't sure why he was so nonchalant about getting drunk on a school night.

   "I just need a little bit to take the edge off. Having a hangover my first day would suck. I'm more of a smoker anyways," You explain, walking side by side. "It'll feel great in the moment," He says, shrugging.

   "Yo! Springer!"

   You turn your head towards the loud voice, a tall guy approaching the both of you. He had light brown hair, cut into a shaggy mullet. Despite your hatred for that haircut, he pulled it off in a trendy way.

   He wore a white button-up shirt that tucked into a pair of black jeans. He had the first few buttons opened, stubble lining his chin.

   "Kirstein, what's up my man!" Connie greeted.

   You watched as they locked arms, giving a quick shoulder hug. Clearly they were close, you could tell by the way they interacted.

   "This your girl, Springer?" He asked, glancing at you with a smile.

   You let out a small laugh as Connie awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah... Um— no. This is Y/N, Annie's friend," He informs.

   "My bad, Y/N. I should've known that Connie has zero game," He jokes, slipping his thumbs into his pockets. "This is Jean— he's a total liar.  I pull mad chicks, it's actually unbelievable," He defends, pushing Jean's shoulder with his pointer finger.

   "So are you guys local?" You ask, spinning the beads on your various necklaces.

   "Jean and I are, but not Annie, Reiner, or Bertholdt. You'll meet the other two soon enough," Connie explains. You nod your head, taking a sip from your cup.

   "I'm assuming that you're not. I've never seen you around before," Jean infers, looking you up and down.

   "Who wouldn't love living close to the beach," You say, looking up at the starry sky. Jean pauses for a moment, glimpsing around the area.

   "You should meet Armin, he'd like you," Jean finally suggests. Connie nods in agreement, dragging you across the beach by your wrist.

   The three of you all step back onto the boardwalk, making your way towards Annie and the others.

   "Y/N should definitely meet Armin," Connie says, releasing your arm. "He's usually by the rocks. You have a lot of people to meet anyway," Sasha enlightens, motioning for us to follow her.

   After quite some walking and random conversation, you spotted the rocks.

   There was a blonde boy sitting on the peak of the rocks, reading a book. He had a bright aura, and a baby blue sweater. His fingernails were painted white, which matched perfectly with his delicate hands.