ArminxReader - My Best Friend

Chapter 4

Flash forward a little.....

Another year had come and gone, and you were both 11, going on 12. Armins parents were abroad once again, this time to England for business. They apparently had to visit over the night, but Armin didn't know what for. All he knew, was that they worked for a company and had to make a lot of business trips. They were very private with their work, Armin hardly knew a thing about it. They chose to keep their jobs almost completely secret, it came to the point where he had no knowledge of what the company was even named, or what their positions were in said company. He was accustomed to not asking questions, knowing he would not receive an answer from them. But he was curious, he wanted to know badly what exactly it was they did. As it goes, he didn't know, and mostly chose to keep his nose out of it.

Since they were gone another weekend, he had the pleasure of sleeping over once again. Every time he staid over, you both slept in the large basement of your house, and slept below the high, small windows. You would push the couch up against the wall, and scavenge the house for as many pillows, blankets, and cushions you could find to take up as much space as possible on the floor. This is where you slept, on the carpet surrounded by pillows organised in the way you liked, in front of the television.

"Okay (Y/N)," Armin said as he heavied a pile of pillows down on the floor with a grunt. "I will be right back, there was one more upstairs that I need to get, so stay put."

"Alright!" You said as you positioned them in place, and with that, he ran up the stairs.

ARMINS POV:

I jogged up the stairs quickly, and began walking up another set to get to (Y/N's) bedroom. I fled up the flight of stairs, and opened the door to retrieve the other pillow.

It was always fun sleeping over at her house, we got to play games, watch TV all day, mostly just goof around, and just be with eachother for the whole night. She would always tell me freaky stories, then I would get scared and stay up all night hiding under my covers, and huddiling closer to her out of fear. Most of the time, I just staid up and watched a movie while she slept. I always had trouble sleeping anyways, and it didn't help that I was always hyped up on sugar and junk food during these over night stays.

I walked into her usually messy room, and grabbed a pillow off her bed, carrying it under my armpit. I then started into another small jog, and shut the door loudly as I exited the room.

"Alright," I said to myself, "Last one."

I then trotted down the stairs to the basement, waisting no time, and I saw (Y/N) slowly come into view.

"Hey (Y/N)?! I got the pillow, do you want to-" But I stopped mid sentence when I saw her unreactive, her back facing me, staring at the wall holding her hands. She almost seemed in some kind of daze, I wasn't even sure if she was aware of my presence.

She seemed sad, but I didn't quite know why. I stood at the bottom step a moment, squinting my eyes in wonder at what she was doing.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked, tilting my head,

"Hm?-" She replied, looking over her shoulder. "Oh, um, I'm just, lost in thought I suppose." She said as she turned around and smiled at me sweetly.

"Are you sure?" I added. All she did was nodd her head in reply. After a small paused moment in silence of us just standing there, I happily said "Well I got the last pillow, it was the one on your bed-"

I still didn't quite believe her, but I shrugged my shoulders and tried to forget about it, we continued building our throne of pillows, and she went back to her usual self.