it was a sunny day on paradis, perfect even, the skies clear and birds chirping, it was almost as if the climate was perfect for
"car wash!"
dozens of cars were flooding a mansion-like house, like rats, each seeming very excited for a car wash. or more like excited for girls in bikinis to wash their car.
paradis' high cheer team was holding the first car wash in summer to get funds for charity. the team had no interest nor idea to where exactly, but sure they contributed a bunch.
"get your car washed here!" a brunette girl was holding up a sign almost bigger than herself, twirling around on just her dark pink bikini, doing exactly what she needed to do.
she was being approached by a blonde now, quite a bit shorter "sasha, we are out of soap" she pouted fixing the strap of her baby pink bikini "can you get more from the house?"
sasha - the one with the sign - handed it over to historia, nodding "sure, i'll go!"
and yourself, you just finished cleaning one of the cars, and dissmissed the men from the cheer team who took away the buckets.
the person inside the car was leaning on the window, striking a small conversation "you look really good in that" he almost caught a glance at your behind.
you only smiled, placing a piece of blonde hair behind your ear "you think so?"
he eagerly nodded "how about i treat you to something after you're done here" he offered, trailing up a bit of the soap up your arm "or we can leave now"
too desperate, too soon. not your type at all.
you stepped back a bit, crossing your hands over your chest "i would love too!" got his hopes up just to "but i'm really dedicated to this charity"
"oh really? what's it for?" he leaned.
"an orphanage" the words came effortlessly "they got evicted so they need money to keep the place, and the kids to stay there" you had a small smile.
he just shrugged "uhh huh, okay, whatever, see ya later hot stuff!" and drove away.
meanwhile, you were having the most disgusted moment of your life, trying to scrub with the same soap the memory of that person's hand, a few blocks away, three friends were driving their way to the mall.
"it's my car!"
"it's my phone!"
"give me that-" a manbun brunet tried reaching for the girl's phone, making the car swerve to the right.
"eren!"
"no!"
he got the phone in his hand, but the girl did as well, and they each pulled it in their direction.
the car kept swerving from lane to the other, freaking out a blond boy on the back seat, who was on the verge of crying.
"stop it! i'm going to puke!"
"give me the phone mikasa!"
"it's mine! get your dirty ass-smelling hands off!"
"i wash my hands!"
"no you don't!"
"i do!"
"what is that?" armin looked curiously out the window, seeing a ton of soapy water running down the road.
he seemed to get the other's attention, and in eren's mind instantly clicked "you know what?" he smirked at mikasa "i think my car needs a little wash"
the girl, turned with wide eyes to him "eren- no!" she got cut off by him pulling up to the huge house "bad idea, bad idea, bad idea" she panicked, imagining the horrors that awaited.
armin was living his best life, rolling down the window and popping some bubbles that floated that way in the air.
"come on mikasa, as i said, it's my car, and it needs a wash" he stated the obvious, not thinking the idea throughly, since from a far he couldn't recognize who was holding the car wash.
but mikasa most definitely did, she knew, hence why she preferred dying than being here right now.
"hey! over here! car wash!" eren called over a girl with short hair, but she told him she wasn't done with the other yet, and told the 'captain' behind her that there was another car to wash.
as soon as the girl in the hot pink bikini started walking closer seductively, eren regretted all his life choices until now, he was paralized, not wanting to look at mikasa because she would hit him for being so stupid.
but, he was enjoying it - slightly.
"hi! i'm sorry but this is to raise money for charity, not for the people who we give the money to" you looked at eren up and down "the homeless people one is being held by the football team, that should be interesting for you"
eren yeager. your sworn enemy.
ever since that day in fifth grade. many people wouldn't believe it, but you were both bestfriends, the bestest. so what happened that wounded that friendship?
he honestly had no fucking clue.
you just dropped him one day at lunch, embarrassing him in front of the whole grade by slamming a plate of bolognese pasta on his face.
"still mad at me? wouldn't blame you, people just don't know if they wanna be with me or be me, gets kinda tiring for them" he fake yawned, making mikasa beside him roll her eyes.
"i see you're heading to a funeral" your face held a conflicted look to mikasa, she only blinked "who died? the meth addict who your boyfriend stole his style from?"
mikasa said absolutely nothing, holding her face down. she was utterly terrified and scared of your presence.
either way, the goth just waited for eren to reply something for her, as he was probably the only person in the whole school who stood up to (y/n) ever in the history of the school.
"are you going to be the one cleaning my car?" eren just asked.
you nodded raising the bucket and sponge, remembering this was for a good cause or whatever "why? don't want me scratching this trash of a car?"
"maybe with those fake nails" he tilted his head to the side, staring at your long nude tone nails.
"at least i can afford a manicure" you started cleaning his car, as his window rolled up.
this was going to be a long school year for everyone.
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𝘾𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙄𝙁𝙄𝙀𝘿 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝘽𝙄𝙀, mikasa
Фанфик# in which the meanest girl in school somehow ended up in a goth's bed
