ILOMILO, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳．

II

𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘚 𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘋
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2：46𝘢𝘮 － 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦
the party had died down sufficiently, becoming a little quiet. you were still sitting outside with connie, talking about the constellations and your favorite movies.

his was pulp fiction.

random screams from the house draw both you and connie's attention. one of the voices recognizable over anything.

jia.

rushing inside the house, you see historia blocking jia from a raging ymir. the drunken girl was cursing and throwing beer bottle across the room. in one hand she held the neck of a broken glass bottle, pointing it at anyone who tried to get close to her. historia screams her pleas at the unhinged girl.

"ymir! please stop before you hurt someone or yourself!" scoffing, ymir points it intensely at her.

"it's not like YOU care! all you had to do was wait, historia!"

"for how much longer, ymir? until you were ready to claim her in public? until you were ready to admit that you're cheating on her with someone back home? until YOU were ready to admit that she was only an experiment?" jia screamed.

jaws were dropped. connie looked over at you, then back at the unraveling scene. before you could think, you were pushing through the crowd to grab jia. just as you grabbed jias hand, ymir pointed the bottle at you.

"let her go unless you wanna get gutted with them!"

confusion lined your face as you dropped jias hand, excusing yourself to stand in-front of the girls. before you could speak, connie stepped in-front of you, lifting the side of his shirt to the girl before lowering it quickly. you got a quick glimpse of the black handle.

"i suggest you find yo drunk ass a way home before i air this bitch out." ymir just drops the bottle, shoving people out of her way, mumbling curses. connie turns back to you, the look of anger on his face.

"y/n. don't try to be captain save-a-bitch okay? you don't know what that crazy bitch could've did. jia is grown. let her handle her shit. okay?"

instead of a verbal response, you nod, looking down at your shoes. his places a finger under your chin, lifting your head to look at him.

"uh-un. i'm not mad at you, 'ma. i'm just saying, be careful of these people out here. she could've hurt you bad and that won't work because i want see you again. gimme yo phone okay?"

reaching into your back pocket, you hand it to him. he types for a few seconds before handing it back.

'𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦．🎭'

"now come on. let's grab jia and find the rest of those fuckers so we can dip."

－ 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱 －

armin dropped you, london, and jia off at your apartment, leaving once london texted that y'all were safe. jia, who was quiet the whole ride, immediately went to her room, locking the door behind her. london on the other hand, went directly to the kitchen, grabbing a pack of shin ramen.