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9 : 00 pm
L O C A T I O N : the girl's apartment
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i woke up on the couch with an arm wrapped around my waist. i swear i was on the floor, i don't remember getting on the couch. i groaned as i remove the arm and look around. everyone was sprawled everywhere in the living room.

sasha was laying on the floor with a plushy in her arms while mikasa and jean were cuddle next to each other. connie and jasmine were that couple that slept wild but together. legs crossed with one another and jasmine on top of connie. kiana was laying next to eren as he had an arm around her. deja had her legs propped up on sasha as she slept.

however i was on the couch with...armin. i rolled my eyes at his stupid adorable sleeping face and got up from him. stepping over people sleeping and started to get breakfast ready. i was trying to be quiet because i didn't wanna wake anyone.

"dakota?"

welp that didn't last that long. "you need help?" he hobbled over to the kitchen island. "you still asleep basically, sit down. i got it." i whisked the pancake batter as he followed my instructions. "still mad about yesterday?"

"what happened yesterday?"

"ya know, the whole beach thing."

i shrugged, "it's out now, what can i do? obviously i would preferred if we kept that between us." i mentioned and poured it on the griddle. "i'm sorry."

"stop saying that to me, i hate that word."

"what else can i say."

"just do, don't say." i advised and flipped one over. i didn't hear anything from him but felt his body press against my back. i tensed up as his arm slowly wrapped around my waist and dipped his face in my neck.

"am i doing enough?"

"you doing too much, boy." i elbowed him in the stomach for him to back up. he groaned and backed up to lean against the kitchen island. "i can't win with you if you keep doing that." i furrowed my eyebrows.

"nigga, please." i rolled my eyes and made a couple more pancakes. i went to turn off the stove but armin swiftly turned me around. "armin, get yo-."

"watch your tone, dakota."

i'm sorry, what?

"have you lost your mind?" i blinked at him for his audacity for talking to me like that. "i'm trying my best for you dakota, but this little attitude you got needs to be fixed. i apologized, you accepted it." he stated and i rolled my eyes again, reaching behind me to turn off the stove.

"i can do what i want."

"oh you can, huh?"

"yes, nigga. now get up off me." i pushed him and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me close to his chest. "you love putting your hands on me."

"armin, if you don't get to steppin." i snapped quietly so i didn't wake anyone. "fix the attitude." he said and i scoffed. "i'm not doing shit. you got the wrong person to try and fix." i responded, trying to get out of his grasp. "you finna fix the attitude?"

"hell no."

"then you ain't going no where." he stated still holding onto my wrist and looking me in the eyes. i looked away at the floor, biting my cheek at his closeness. i looked behind him to make sure no one was over looking this. "fine, i'll fix it." i spoke quietly, not looking him in his eyes. "huh? i didn't hear you."

"i'll fix it." i spoke louder and he let me go. "fix it then and then come back to me."

"fix it my ass." i muttered under my breath.