𝙿𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎𝚜

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟻

While you, Sasha, and Mikasa planned to arrive early on Thursday morning, the guys began their journey to the cabin just the day before. Connie, Jean, and Armin were piled into Eren's car and left the afternoon before.

It would have been peaceful with the scenic mountainside view and all, but Connie and Jean were making quite the fuss. They had agreed to take turns using the aux cord, but that fantasy was unsurprisingly short-lived. The two would reach and grab for the cord, even going as far as to tear it out from the other's phone.

"Hey! I was playing something!" Jean spat. He turned around to glare at Connie in the back seat.

Connie twirled around the cord and stuck his tongue out. "Yeah, well, not anymore!"

Armin and Eren knew better than to try and shut them up. Eren would inevitably get just as frustrated if he were to get involved. Armin simply kept his nose buried in the book he brought along, expertly tuning out the duo. It was something he did best.

The squabbling pressed on for a bit. It wasn't until Connie gave in to Jean that they finally piped down. Connie bitterly threw the cord over the seat in front of him, aiming in a way so it would smack Jean across the face.

"If you want it so bad, then just take it!" Connie said. "I can't even hear the music over your loud-ass mouth, anyway."

Connie yanked his hood over his head and slouched lower into his seat. He brought his focus to his phone, the screen so close to his face that it almost touched his nose. Per usual, he was sorely venting about Jean in a fury of text messages to Sasha.

"Oh, man!" Connie cackled. The sound was loud enough to catch Armin's attention. He looked over to see Connie's fingers eagerly pushed into the screen, zooming in to get a closer look at whatever it was.

Unable to quell his curiosity, Armin peered over to see what had Connie all worked up. When Armin looked over his oblivious friend's shoulder, he only gulped. Not entirely because of the photo, but mainly because of the argument he was sure would ensue.

Armin remained quiet, but Connie caught his presence just from the corner of his eye. He jumped and pulled his phone away in the opposite direction. "You weren't supposed to see that!"

Armin stammered, becoming painfully aware that this was becoming a much larger scene than it needed to be. He quickly realized he was the one that was about to start this argument.

Before he could think of what to do next, Jean called out from the front seat. "See what?"

"Nothing!' Connie said. "The girls are just having a wine night. That's it."

Just as swiftly as Connie retorted, Jean reached behind him and snatched the phone. All that fighting over the aux cord was perfect practice for this moment.

"Wowza," Jean breathily chuckled.

Connie and Armin froze up when they watched Jean react. He acted similarly to Connie, his two thumbs excitedly zooming in on the photo. A flood of text message notifications popped up at the top of the screen.

The two boys in the back seat just stared at each other. The same dread that resided in Armin's eyes now filled Connie's expression.

For context: Yes, it was a picture of you. And yes, there was wine involved. A little too much wine, for that matter. You and Sasha thought a bottle – or two – of wine would undoubtedly make packing for this trip a much more enjoyable experience. At the time, you were both loosey-goosey and figured it would be fun to try on all your outfits.

At some point (also known as 'Your Downfall'), you stood in just your underwear after trying on the last outfit you decided to pack. Before you started to redress into your clothes, you thought of a genius idea that was just so hilarious in that little, inebriated head of yours.