The rain was hitting the window as if Poseidon had thrown it. The glass shook with the wind, the occasional tree branch would whip against the now fogged up surface. There didn't seem to be anymore thunder.
Mikasa had sat down on the blonde's bed. "What did Mom say?" "That we should stay here until the weather clears." I glanced at the window again. Well we're gonna be here a while. I swiveled in the chair a bit more.
Armin came back into the room, wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. "Yo, Armin," I started, "do you have some clothes I can borrow?" I asked, looking down at my drenched shirt. "Umm...," he said, looking around in his dresser. He pulled out black sweatpants and a green shirt. "Are these okay? They're big on me." "Yeah, thanks," I said standing up and grabbing the clothes.
I made my way to the bathroom. After locking the door, I turned on the light. Looking back up I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was messier than usual and was clinging to my forehead, and my shirt was practically see-through. Taking off the soaked article of clothing and putting on Armin's, I realized that there was a picture of Toad on it, which I'm totally okay with because Toad is cute as fuck.
I unbuttoned my jeans and took a deep breath to prepare myself. Oh, the struggles of skinny jeans. I wiggled them down to my knees before I had to sit on the floor. I flailed my legs, the sound of the wet pant legs hitting each other filling the bathroom. I stood back up and stepped on one leg of the pants and attempted to pull that foot out, which was unsuccessful. I pulled again, holding onto the closed toilet seat for support. The jeans released me and with the force that I was pulling, my foot collided with the toilet. "Shit," I dragged the word out under my breath. Ow ow ow ow. I held my foot, hopping around in the small bathroom. The pain of a stubbed toe finally receded and I tore off the stubborn pants while sitting on the ground once again. Thank. Jesus. Wet denim in a pain in the ass. Like Levi~. What? No. Shut up.
I sat up and tossed my pants on the sink where my shirt was. I touched my boxers to see if they were wet to find something.. hard? Hehe. Hard. In my boxers. I giggled a bit, but this was, in fact, not myself that was hard. I hope. I awkwardly put a hand down the side of my plaid boxers, which were actually only a bit damp. Please, please, please.. My hand reached an object. Not my dick. Thank God because it was a pretty small object. I pulled it out to find that it was the book-y thing from earlier. How the hell did I not notice this in my boxers and when the fuck did I even put that there? I must have put it in the waistband when it started raining to keep it dry. 'Cause I'm smart like that.
I finally stood up and put on the sweats Armin gave me. They must have been huge on him because they fit me perfectly. They were the kind that were tight around the ankles, whatever they're called. I put Levi's thingy in one of the pockets, which were deep enough that it shouldn't fall out. I looked in the mirror again. The shirt was a bit tight on me, but I expected it to be. The blond mushroom was like four inches shorter than me. Maybe two, I dunno. I never really paid much attention to the height difference. My oak colored hair looked way darker. Like Levi's soul dark. Ha. Jokes. It was pushed flat along my head. I messed it up in attempt to make it look better and pushed up the front. Now it looked like bed head. I groaned. Whatever, good enough. I ran a hand through my hair once more and collected my clothes before finally leaving the bathroom.
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Field Trip
FanfictionEren's had a crush on Levi since tenth grade. Now, as a senior, he finally has the chance to spend time with the boy when they are paired up for the end-of-the-year field trip. --May have sloooow updates but definitely not abandoned - this story is...