"I THINK I LIKE ARMIN ARLERT."
"CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING THE LAST TO FIND OUT."
romeo and juliet reborn
in the 2000's as two high
schoolers but ones
a PC obsessed anime geek
and the others a total
bitch with designer shoes.
social hierarchy quee...
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it'd been about fifteen minutes since the two of you sat opposite from the heartfelt procrastinators, and it was becoming incredibly unbearable. that is, listening to armin jumble on about the most random sequence of things.
in all honesty, he'd really just been trying to play cool. so, with close consideration, the subject of cars was the first thing that popped into mind when thinking about 'manly' topics. however, the true downfall of it all had been when armin realized his knowledge of cars went as far as mario kart. curse him for not picking up forza horizon when marco did, or even gta!
to add onto the monstrosity of a conversation, the blonde had been leaning back on both elbows allowing himself to prop up against the lawn chair. the seating was odd, but it was the thought that counted.
although that had been the least concerning thing of the moment. what had really been catching your attention was how painfully slow historia and eren were hitting it off. you thought, give it at least ten minutes, but twenty five? they hadn't even made it to first base yet! standing on home plate, or perhaps the bleachers, there was absolutely no progress.
historia was working the usual magic, batting eyelashes and everything, but eren seemed completely unfazed by it all. what was this guys issue? queen bee herself is practically asking to be swept off her feet, carried into the sunset and wedded, yet the guy was oblivious.
on the bright side reiner was definitely scoping out the situation, already not liking the sight while ymir was too busy sloppily making mixed drinks inside to notice the reenactment scene of the notebook outside. unfortunately historia was noah in this one.
and to add onto the list of crappy events from tonight, eren often batted an eye in your direction, presumably sending an internal bat signal at armin to get him the hell out of here. you needed a break.
a break from the conversation of 'drifting' and the loud unmelodious guitar playing. coincidentally, the red cup in hand had became empty with time and considering your buzz died out about ten minutes ago, it was about time for a refill.
"hey armin, i'm gonna go get us some drinks, alright?" your tone of voice was captivatingly sweet unlike the profanities being spouted mentally, and it practically hypnotized the boy into a trance of submission. additionally, in a way to really sell the act, your hand laid lightly on his thigh.
noticeably tensing at the friction, then pulled at the hem of his collar, a certain tick you'd notice him preform once becoming bashful. in immediate awareness, armin sat up, clumsily placing his own hand over yours, "we could go together, i don't-"
but you weren't having any of that, you needed at least five uninterrupted minutes to question every life decision that's ever led here, talking with snack-sized sheldon cooper. so in a way to shake him off, your hand retracted to wave in disapproval, "no, i got it, you just wait here."
