ArminxReader - My Best Friend

Chapter 2

"Come on mom I look fine!" Eight year old Armin cried to his mother.

"Okay okay honey, I was just making sure." She replied with a smile as she combed his blond hair with her fingers.

"Ah leave him alone, my little buddy looks great don't you?" His father said

Armin smiled and nodded. He put his hands back on his hair and began to undue what his mother had just done. Shaking it back up to the way he liked it. She glanced down at his tiny blonde head and rolled her eyes at his defiance against her hair dressing.

"Your too picky Armin." She said with a light laughter.

They were standing at the door of your house waiting to ring the door bell to your 'family gathering'. A yearly thing that was never the slightest bit of fun and was full of old people. Although they weren't family your parents had invited them to your gathering, being considered 'that close' of course they were invited. You already knew the Arlerts mostly, sometimes they would come by your house to go somewhere with your parents or be over for dinner in which you were not to attend. Though you never met Armin. You knew of his existence but never knew the face.

Your parents were very close friends and a part of them hoped that you two would 'bloom into a friendship.' It was never something you looked forward too. At this age you still believed little boys were the devil. Armin didn't have a lot of friends in school. In fact, his only friends were his books and novels. Fictional characters to whom he'd never meet. So being around a lot of people he didn't know would be a struggle for him.

His expression fell, getting nervous at the thought of meeting new people. Armins mother soon enough, noticed his anxious his face. She lent her hand on Armins shoulder. As his father simply stood there at the door beside them, unaware.

"Hey? They have a little girl your age huh? Maybe you two can be friends?" She said in an assuring tone.

Armin looked down at his feet. "Maybe, I'm not really good at making friends...." He said glumly.

"Oh don't worry, I'm sure you two will get along just fine Armin." She replied as she rung the door bell.

He deeply sighed, unamused with the idea. Armins eyes darted around your property. You had a pretty big house. You had huge front yard and a deck to match it. The inside was stained hardwood floors and a huge spiral staircase in which you were waiting on at the very moment. For a side of town that wasn't the best you had the nicest house most likely.

  Little seven year old you, had been assigned the job of waiting at the door to answer it. With your parents still preparing, they needed a door man in their absence. You were the only one to fit the job. But, with your laziness, you had just left the door unlocked so you could yell come in. Stupid, but it worked.

You had on a red dress cut off at the shoulders in a Chinese style. You were standing on the large steps not wanting it to get dirty. So you waited there. Your hands were resting on the railing of the stairs with your head on top, just anticipating the wait of an arrival.

Ding dong

Your little eyes lit up at the sound of your chiming door bell. The first people to arrive.

"Come in!!!" You screamed with achievement.

Armin and his parents walked in your house with no hesitation. Mrs Arlert held on tightly to his hand hand, aware that he was nervous. He didn't even bother to look up from his feet. His eyes remained glued to the floor, trying to avoid your acknowledgement. You immediately looked at Armin, seeing the boy your parents wanted you to befriend so much. But, you put your attention back on his mother.