𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 / 𝐣. 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

³⁵!!

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| 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 ³⁵: 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎 |

jean, in fact, didn't lie when he told her he wouldn't stop talking to her.

y/n couldn't say that what they had was just a friendship. were just friends supposed to be looking at each other like they did? or were they supposed to have an undeniable sexual tension between them?

she felt like this was more than a friendship, but at the same time, it wasn't. because they never moved past those things. they only stayed in the teasing and touching and 'joking'.

but, as long as they were okay, y/n didn't care what they had. all she wanted was to be close to him. in any way. so, she was more than happy to be in this little situation.

in the whole eight days her family was away on vacation, y/n was hardly in her house.

the first day she went to jean's house and got wasted.

the second day she stayed at home (because she was still hungover) and talked with historia, non-stop.

the third day she invited sasha, historia, mikasa and jean at her house. y/n was panicking fifteen seconds before he walked in, because that was the first time he was coming over.

in the end, he told her he liked her room and fell in love with her cat. that night y/n fell asleep while hugging her decorative pillow, because it smelled like him.

the fourth day she went to the beach with sasha and historia. mikasa was working, so she wasn't able to go, and jean was running some errands.

the fifth day she went on a walk with historia.

the sixth day she went to the beach with sasha, historia, connie and jean. y/n had seen the boy shirtless before, but she was still blushing when he removed his shirt in front of her.

the seventh day she went to the mall with the same four people, and when they got bored, they went back to jean's house.

the eight day she went -yet again- at her crush's house.

mikasa and connie left at 11pm, but historia and y/n stayed for more. sasha wasn't there, because she was leaving the next day to go on vacation.

the two girls stayed at jean's house until 1:30am. the boy's eyes were always on y/n, while she was laying on his bed, and, of course, she didn't fail to notice when they moved to her breasts.

that night she drank only a small amount of vodka and drank plenty of cold water, so she wouldn't have to worry about a headache.

that last day, was surely the best one out of them all.

and her cheeks hurting from smiling and laughing too much, were a proof of that.

and y/n told herself to go back to that night... all the time.

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