Camp Paradis || Jean Kirstein

I Think That's The Nicest Thing You've Ever Said To Me

  "Historia!" I called from my closet. When I didn't hear an answer, I yelled louder, "Historia!"

  "What?" her voice haunted as she snapped at me.

  "What am I supposed to wear to this thing?"

  'Why would I know that?"

  I grunted, leaving my closet and heading to her room next door. She apparently had the same idea, because we happened to meet each other in the hall, "Well, is that what you're wearing?" I picked up our conversation from our separate rooms. I looked down at her white shorts and red halter. She had pulled her hair into a low ponytail, chunks of her hair already falling out.

  "Should I change?" she asked and I shrugged in response, "Do you need to borrow something?"

  "I won't fit your clothes, idiot." I looked her outfit over again, "Should I wear red and white too?"

  "Yes." we heard Reiner insert himself into the conversation from the bathroom. I turned away from Historia and went back into my closet to shift through my dresses. I didn't have a solid white dress, and red wasn't really my color, but I did have a red two piece. I grabbed the top from that and mixed with a white skirt from another set. I changed into them and put on my white high top converse. They were still relatively clean despite walking in the dirt so much, so they would match better.

  I went into the bathroom and bumped Reiner with my hip so that he would share the mirror he was using to help him shave to shape his goatee. I crouched down and grabbed my hairbrush from under the cabinet and stood up to brush my hair. I used my thumbs to pull half of my hair back and just tied it off with a simple black band before pulling some light pieces around the front of my face.

  After we all finished getting getting ready, I grabbed my crossbody, and we started towards the base of the camp to meet with everyone else in the parking lot, where everyone was wearing combinations of red and white.

  As soon as we approached, Sasha shoved her phone in my face and pushed up next to me to take a picture. I didn't want to see the result, I'm sure it was awful since I was caught off guard. And then she didn't stop, she was taking pictures with everyone.

"She does that every time we go out." Mika walked next to me, "She loves pictures."

"Why?"

She shrugged, "Who knows. We're going to see if we can fit in mine and Armin's car. But we might have to take three cars."

Ymir spoke up, "I volunteer for Historia and I to ride in my car, everyone else can figure it out on their own."

  "Great," Mika looked at me, "You can ride with me and Eren if you want. I can fit five in my Rouge. Then Armin can fit five in his CR-V."

  "Sounds great." I said. I didn't care who I drove with, I was just ready to go.

She turned to the group around us who were all having their own conversations, "Hey guys!" she demanded their attention and everyone looked at her, "Eren, Beckett, and I are in my car. I can take two more, but then everyone else has to ride with Armin."

Sasha was the first to raise her hand, "I wanna ride with you guys!" she practically squealed.

On the other side of the group, I saw Connie begin to raise his hand, but it was quickly pulled back down by Jean standing next to him, "I'll ride with you." he told her. He adjusted his brown hat with paint stains on it while he walked towards us.

  "You sound excited to ride with me." I told him.

  He walked past me, shooting me a wink, and I followed him to what I could assume to be Mika's black Rogue, "Nah, I just didn't think you'd want to ride with both Sasha and Connie. They can get pretty loud."