The New You (AOT boys x reader)

Motorhome memories (part 1)

The first couple hours in the vehicle weren't bad. Connie, Eren, Jean and Sasha slept for a while, and Eren and Jean needed to rest up for when it was their time to drive. You, Mikasa and Armin played I spy and charades while Marco sang in the passenger's seat, Bertholdt smiling shyly and mumbling the lyrics of the song playing. It was once everyone got bored and/or woke up that everything started getting out of hand. Sasha was hungry and so was Connie, Mikasa was beyond ticked off at Marco and Jean's loud and off-pitch singing, Bertholdt was getting sleepy, and everyone else had to use the washroom. After some arguing and Armin trying to get everyone to calm down, Bert finally pulled over and everyone filed out. You did your business, stepping out of the convenience store washroom stall and going into the shop. You were hungry too, now that you thought about it, so you stalked through the shelves of chips, chocolate bars and candy things. You settled on a bag of Doritos and some sour gummy worms. You paid for them and smiled at the elderly woman behind the counter before climbing back into the vehicle, watching Armin look for something. "Lost something Armin?" You questioned, the blond boy jumping a bit and nodding. "I can't seem to find my book..." He blushed a bit, making you smile at his cuteness. "I'll help you find it." You offered happily, setting down your things and starting to look around the area. You were on the floor, checking under the seats as everyone else came in, your fingers wrapping around something. You smiled triumphantly and pulled the object out from under the seat, yelping and dropping it. Marco's face went beet red. "Hey Marco, aren't those your boxers?" Connie laughed, everyone else snickering quietly, your face going the same colour as Marco's. "I-I'm sorry! I was looking for Armin's book a-and I guess I must've accidentally pulled them from your suitcase!" You squeaked, seeing as he'd opened his suitcase to grab his sweater earlier. Marco chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. "It's fine y/n, don't worry about it." He said softly, quickly grabbing his boxers and stuffing them back into his suitcase.