"I THINK I LIKE ARMIN ARLERT."
"CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING THE LAST TO FIND OUT."
romeo and juliet reborn
in the 2000's as two high
schoolers but ones
a PC obsessed anime geek
and the others a total
bitch with designer shoes.
social hierarchy quee...
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hi guys!! missed writing this, went back and revised a lot, no major plot changes just added in more/changed some of the dialogues.
hopefully these chapters suffice in drama and romance enough for all the time i've been gone. they start off rocky, but relationships are tough. as for school events, mine be doing ones randomly, so pep rally after halloween is not too crazy to me.
will keep updating, i have the next few chapters already planned out. thank you for the comments and votes <3
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the phone rings — feeling as if you'd just been awoken from a mortuary, face still covered in last night's festivities, oblivious to the possibility of downright tomfoolery which happened less than 12 hours ago. but you dared not miss a phone call. whether it was family business or a new gossip column, it's like that ringtone was an alarm.
"hello?"
you sounded groggy, unenthusiastic, and completely burnt out. hitch, who was making her advances last night with a certain political figure wannabe, expected so. having been somewhat sober, at least enough compared to you, she was the one whom stumbled upon your corpse at the end of the night in a random room with a certain blondie. odd. kind enough to bring you home, not understanding what demon possessed some into getting wasted on a school night, even if it was halloween.
armin was knocked out under you, and as eren, mikasa, and marco poked his own corpse, hitch knew the night wasn't close to being over. she offered a ride after finding out none of them had vehicles and would have to carry the blonde home bridal style. that was a mistake.
the three tipsy ones mushed into the back seat like sardines, where armin laid dead atop. it wasn't the most practical considering at every turn he'd nearly slip onto the floor, but it worked well enough.
you on the other hand were carried into the front seat with the help of marco, the least drunk one of the others. i'm never drinking again they remembered you mumbling countless times in the car, threatening to vomit at every bump.
once dropping off everyone at armin's where they all collectively agreed on getting off at, it didn't get any better when arriving at your home.
"jesus (y/n), you're heavier when you're unconscious."
the porch was a while's away, double the distance carrying more weight, but as she neared the lights flickered on like a haunted house. the front door swings open with what felt like the spirit of a ghost and standing there like he'd been waiting all night was the monster, colt grice. pajama pants, hoodie and a playstation controller wielded like a weapon in hand.
rarely was colt ever brought around, but on the few rare occasions he'd tag along while giving you a ride to school, he was not the easiest to be around. so menacing, hitch didnt expect him to be waiting up for the sister he claimed was adopted.