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in college school nights did not exist

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in college school nights did not exist. every other day nights belonged to loud parties, alcohol, drugs, sex and other strange activities young adults partake in. for you your nights consisted of your friends, studying, sleep, and very few parties for about a month.

until now

"y/n pleaseee"
your friends all begged in unison.
you were blessed to attend a college that was right next o the beach, so of course their was always something going on down there. which was exactly why you weee in the predicament with your friends. their was some type of bonfire/get together going on tonight and they wanted you present with them.
"no."
"y/n. come on just for tonight you stay cooped in this apartment doing a whole lot of nothing. you need to get out."
Milan complained

well damn she didn't need to say allat 😟

everybody who knew you knows that you would throw DOWNN at a party. you weren't one of those girls who would rather stay home in study, hell no. when it came to a party you were gonna show out, ass shaking, shots being downed back to back, and all. just not this night. tonight was a night that you wanted to be in your living room watching whatever show you can't find, eating snacks, and snuggled up in a blanket. that had been the night routine for about a month.
you hadn't been to a good party in maybe about month. everybody wondered who or what took you out the game fr, and truth be told..it was nobody.

alright maybe I should go..

"fine, I'll go"
you rolled you eyes at your friends while they yip tapped about how fun this would all be.

••●••

you adjusted your bikini straps before exiting the car trying to get the accurate tightness on the baby pink swimsuit you wore accompanied by the tiny jean shorts your ass was poking out of. Your face was beat to perfection, curls falling over your shoulders perfectly, neck and nose bedazzled in gold jewelry, body looking snatched. You looked delicious.
the beach looked nice. clean sand, clear water, girls taking pictures for their instas and guys splashing people with water, an average beach party. The bar was up and running, few people doing body shots, and some just talking while downing whatever was in there glass. Since you were finally legal age of drinking why not have little fun tonight.
You, Victoria and Milan walked straight to the bar trudging through the thick sand.
"awh shitt, y/n is here!!"
a certain man with a buzz cut yelled, drinks being raised in the air, a drunk persons way of saying hello.
"hi Connie" you wrapped you arms around the males neck, his hand resting on you back engulfing you in a full hug. "where you been at mama? nobody's seen you in awhile" he complained towards you. Their seriously was no way that you had been away kept to yourself for THAT long.
"just busy I guess? I don't know I'm back now though"

you walked around the bar to say hi to everybody, but a specific blonde boy caught your attention, armin. you didn't speak to armin really, you knew majority of his friends though, Connie, eren, jean, mikasa and so on. the certain compliment he gave you just a few days ago replayed in your head like a random song, a pretty name for a pretty girl was what he said. There was an empty seat barstool next to him, so why not take advantage of this opportunity.
"seat taken?"
you stood next to the blue eyes blonde , his head turned towards you disregarding what ever is was he doing. A smile crept across his lightly freckled face. "hi pretty, you can sit". his eyes glanced over your outfit. He didn't wanna be disrespectful by just full blown staring at your body but damn. it was hard not to look.
"cute swim trunks, baby blue honestly does suit you min"
he stared at your face, his cheeks a faint red color. he was so cute. looking down at his swim trunks once more catching a glimpse of the tattoo than ran down his thigh. "thank you y/n, your two piece is really pretty, pink is your color" he said gently. your glossed plump lips smiled widely at him your smiley piercing flashing him, you were just to perfect to him.

••●••
you and armin spent a whole whopping hour just blabbing to each other about whatever came to mind, it was nice honestly and you both completely forgot that there was a whole party going on in the midst on your endless conversation. there weren't many people in the water at the moment, music was blasting

people were dancing, drinking, smoking, and conversing in their respective groups.
you and the the blonde we're currently just standing at the shore, again, disregarding the entire party that was happening behind you both. Two people just enjoying eachothers company.

"you like the beach y/n?"
he asked you. The question just being genuine.
"yeah..I love it actually. I don't know it's just so calming you know? I come down here a lot when I'm stressed or just need a break from anything, like whenever-" you cut yourself off realizing that you were just ranting now. "shit sorry I don't mean to rant or anything". he frowned at you when you stopped talking. His full undivided attention was on you watching your face while you talked about your love for the beach.

"its ok y/n I don't mind, I'll still listen"
now that just made your heart skip a beat.
you smiled at him again, your heart was beating fast, stomach full of butterflies, and your face was starting to heat up, all because of a few words he spoke. he was just so endearing to you it was crazy. Usually you be on your whole 'fuck nigga free' type of shit. NOT ANYMORE.
"here come on"
he gently grabbed you hand and entangled it with yours. You kicked off your pink flip flops and quickly shimmied out of your jean shorts. next thing you knew both of you were waist length deep into water. soft waves slightly pushing you two around.
his hands found your hips for stability, just resting there. "is this ok? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable.." he was just too perfect.
"you're ok armin" again your heart just kept skipping beats, not to mention his hand we're literally on you right now. This moment just couldn't get any better for you. "the moon looks pretty, doesn't it y/n?" You both were staring up at the moon in front of you. The only thing illuminating the water you were in. your head rested on his toned chest, armin wasn't completely ripped but he indeed has muscle to him. your arms went around his neck. two bodies being pressed together against eachother.
"it's really pretty, min"

••●••

you and your friends we're currently on there way back to the car just about ready to leave. Monroe having to drive everyone back to your apartment since the original driver, Victoria, was to high and slightly buzzed to even comprehend what was even happening at the moment.
"sooo, y/n what's going on with you and armin, we saw y'all being all lovey dovey up in the ocean and shit" Armani wiggled her eyebrows at you, wanting all the details about what was happening between you two.
"Oh please do tell" Milan said from the other side of the car trying to get Victoria stuffed into the car.
"it was just-"
You were cut off by your name being screamed in the distance. The boy you were just speaking about was currently jogging towards you.

well speak of the devil

"what's up min?" you asked to slightly out of breath blonde in front of you. he had his phone out with his contacts open. "before you leave I wanted to know if I could get your number? i-its ok if you don't want to I just thoug-" you cut him off by taking his phone and typed you number and added you contact. you handed the device back to him with a smile.
"call me when you get the chance, k?"
you stood up on your toes to reach his face, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. A print of your lip liner and lipgloss left on his face.
"bye armin"
you waved at him while ducking into the car.















"bye pretty"

AUTHORS NOTE ‼️
For some odd reason this took me like
3 tries to write but I think I finally got it 🤭
Anywho, we liking the y/n + armin interaction ??

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