The Musician

Im In A Math Test

|A|N| Wassap turkeys.

|Story Starts|

When you got home you got a text from Armin.

Hey, I'm sorry for pulling that tantrum. It was really immature of me.

He text you.

No that wasn't your fault. It was mine for teasing you. That was mean. I feel terrible for making you upset... I'm sorry...

•••

It was true. You felt so bad for doing that to him. I don't even deserve another chance from him.

It's fine... friends?

Yeah, of coarse.

•••

Good. I'm glad. Is be devastated if I lost you. Wanna come over? I'm kind of bored... I wish I didn't leave...

Should I go over? He looked pretty entertained to me... but then again, he is my best friend. I said I wouldn't judge him for it so I should keep my word.

Sure, I was just getting kinda lonely too XD I'm going over there right?

•••

Yeah sure, unless you want me to come there.

No I'll come there. It's fine. I'll see you in 10?

Sure. See you then.

You shut off your phone and ran down the driveway. You were previously sitting on your porch, thinking. Thinking about everything. All those times he was busy. It couldn't have been just that. To take up that much time doing that... no. And his mom was home so he couldn't have. Ugh. I don't know. This is all so frustrating. I want to confront him about it but I'm scared that it'll screw everything up. I don't know. You ran up to Armin's door and knocked. He quickly ran up and opened it. He wore different clothes now. I know why...

"Attire change?"

You noted. I wonder if he'll tell the truth.

"Oh uh yeah... I was uncomfortable in what I was wearing before. It was a bit scratchy on my skin...."

He lied right through his very own teeth. It kind of hurts me that he wouldn't even make his statement partially true. He could of just said something like 'oh my shirt got dirty'. That would of made me a bit happier knowing that he sort of trusted me. Your heart dropped from your chest to the ground.

"Hm, yeah sure."

You muttered bitterly.

"What?"

"Nothing."

You walked in and he shut the door.

"You okay Y/N? Are you still mad about the fight?"

"I'm fine and no."

As you were about to remove your boots you were surprisingly embraced from behind.

"I can tell you're not fine. I'm sorry for upsetting you."

It's okay. Even though you don't know why I'm actually heartbroken, it's okay. You turned around and hugged him back, kissing his shoulder.

"It's okay. I'm fine Armin. You haven't upset me."

"I don't believe you, but okay."

You let go and held his hands.

"Come we can hang out in my room."

He said, guiding you to the second floor. You walked in his room. His bed was all messed up.