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5 pm on a thursday
L O C A T I O N : beach house
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"baby," i called out to armin from inside our room. i peaked in, his figure just laying on the bed in some shorts and a open button up. "i'm going to the store, you wanna come?" i asked but he shook his head. "nah, not right now dakota."

"oh, are you alright? did something happen?" he doesn't use my full name unless something was wrong but then again he shook his head. "no, i'm just tired. it's been a long day." armin wasn't wrong, everyone went go-carting and we played laser tag till we were exhausted. most of the peeps in the house were sleep beside me, jean,  and connie.

"understandable. i did beat you in laser tag." i teased and he playfully rolled his eyes. "so did half of everyone on your team." he got up to sit on the side of the bed. i sat next to him, hand going up to hair so i could kiss his forehead. "get some sleep then, anything you want from the store at least?" i questioned, rubbing his cheek with my thumb.

he shook his head. "i'm fine, i'll see you later." he planted a quick kiss to my lips and laid back down. i nodded, grabbing my purse and heading out the door. i hoped he would be better by the time i got back.

"bro, kota, you ready?" jean tapped his foot impatiently and i rolled my eyes. "yeah nigga, let's go." i looked around and didn't see connie. "where's connie?" i asked and he pointed to his shared room with jasmine. "he's trying to sneak out without waking her. i groaned, "stupid ass, let her wake up. and here you are rushing me." i narrowed my eyes at jean while he crossed his arms.

"connie is whipped for her man."

"i know, it's disappointing."

"you can't be talking."

"why can't i? i'm not whipped for armin."

"denying ass."

"okay, what about you to mikasa. i mean i would be whipped for her too."

"i'm proud of being whipped."

i shook my head in pity, watching as connie basically skipped every step by sliding down the railing with his hand. "i'm here." his feet planted hard against the floor. "took you long enough." jean turned his nose up but connie punched him in the arm. "jasmine wouldn't go the fuck to sleep, it was like she was fighting it."

i laughed and slipped my shoes on. "fighting it? why was she fighting the sleep?" jean asked, confused as fuck. connie shrugged, all his knowledge of the matter out the window. "man i don't know." we walked out the house to the car, i hoped in the back, letting jean take the front seat. "bro i asked ymir and historia if they wanted to come out." i told the two while i texted ymir on my phone.

"bet, what store?"

"maybe something not expensive."

"expensive?"

"yeah because i went to target with sasha and armin and i hate that place expensive ass shit for no reason."

jean scoffed, "if you can't pay for it just say that." i bopped him in the forehead and plopped back in my seat. "nigga, i never said i couldn't pay for it. i said it was expensive for no reason." i hissed and crossed my legs. "how am i suppose hang out with you all day." connie groaned, shaking his head while turning a corner.

"oh fuck off, hanging out with me is a blessing." i teased and pulled out my phone to take a selfie. "now you wanna try and look cute." connie pursed his lips and i stuck my tongue out at him. "i know i am."

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5 : 37
L O C A T I O N : store
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"jean! get your hand off that mannequin ass!" i whispered harshly, snapping to bring his ass on. connie whipped around and bursting out laughing. "dude! the fuck are you doing?" i shook my head and went ahead to catch up with ymir and historia so i wasn't seen with the idiots.