The Musician

Embarrassed

|A|N| Awe I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever. I am so embarrassed with all the autocorrect mess ups in this story so after I'm fixing those. It put weight as wait. I'm crying its so embarrassing! IM SORRY I DONT WANT YOU GUYS THINKING MY PUNCTUATION AND GRAMMAR ARE BAD I JUST DONT PROOF READ.

|Story Starts|

Today was boring as usual. Classes. All shit. Ew. I looked over at my blonde little buddy sitting up at the front of the class. Maybe he was a bit sick, he isn't himself today. He's more distracted. I wish he would open up. That's all I want. I really do care about him. Ring, ring, ring! Finally, class is over. Armin jumper up out of his seat and made a run for the door. Something's definitely up. You caught up to his slow pace and grabbed his arm. He turned back sharply looking a bit scared.

"You forgot your books."

You stated. His expression calmed.

"Oh yeah, thanks."

He walked back in the class and grabbed his books. Once he came back up beside you, you began walking.

"So, you ready to tell me what's bugging you?"

"No... I'm not even sure if what I'm feeling is real."

"Then why don't you just tell me? I can give you my opinion. I won't judge?"

"No. I'm sorry, I just don't want to talk about it right now."

"That's fine... I am a bit upset that you're still hiding things from me though. I thought we were close."

Armin stopped.

"Not close!? Are you serious!?"

"Well, you still are telling me things!"

"Y/N I'm aloud to have my own personal thoughts, I don't have to tell you what I think about every second of the day! Some of this is too personal! You're being inconsiderate!"

You looked around. People were watching.

"Could we talk about this somewhere else Armin?"

"No! I'm sick and tired of you pushing me into telling you things that I don't want to talk about! I can't do this anymore! It's too much! Im done."

Armin bolted away down the hall, through the crowds of people. He had broken. He didn't actually mean a thing he had just said. He loved the way you made him spill. It's what he really wanted. He just wanted someone to care enough to get it out of him. But right now he was too overwhelmed to think properly. Armin exited out of the school doors and ran home, still holding his books.

You walked slowly down the hall. Well I've screwed up. I seriously did think we were closer than this, but apparently Armin doesn't think so. It hurts. I don't like this feeling. The feeling of someone being mad at me.

|Time Skip - 2 Hours Later|

You walked home from school alone. Nobody to bug, or explain things too. Just alone. Like it used to be. I hope I haven't pushed things over the edge. You lay down on your bed. I should text him. I can't just loose my best friend. Wait, he's my best friend. I can't just apologize over text. This is our friendship on the line. A text wouldn't show that I'm sorry. It's just words on a screen. I really have to show him I care.

That's it, I'll go visit him. You got up and ran downstairs to the front door. Slipping on your shoes as quick as possible, you ran out the door, not minding to lock it behind yourself, and ran up the street towards the school. Soon enough you reached Armin's street, then house. You ran up the driveway, then stairs, and knocked on the door. His mom answered.

"Y/N?"

"Hey could...."

You cut yourself off panting. She let you catch your breath.

"Hey could you let me go up and see Armin?"

"Actually I think he just went to your house to find you..."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Did you guys get in a fight or something? He was pretty upset when he got home."

"Sorta, it's kind of a long story."

"Ah, okay."

"Well, I guess I should go back and find him."

"If he's not there, come back and tell me."

"I will."

You jogged down the steps and Armin's mother watched you walk back down the street. I guess he had the same idea in mind- or he still needed to speak his mind. I don't know. I just need to apologize. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. You took it out and looked at the scrolling amounts of messages on the screen.

"Woah..."

All from Armin.

Y/N I'm so sorry. I never meant to get mad at you. I didn't mean any of that.

Please, I'm so sorry, don't be mad.

I didn't mean to make you mad, I understand if you don't want to be my friend anymore.

I didn't mean that stuff. I do love when you push me to say what I really want to say. I love how you're like that. Please, say something.

Please answer the door. I just really want to talk to you.

I'm so sorry.

Please Y/N. I just want to talk to you, I'll tell you whatever you want. I don't care, I just want to be your friend again.

I miss you, I'm sorry.

You watched new messages appear on the screen. My fave went red hot. Not in the blushing way, but the wanting to cry way. You put your phone in your pocket and made a sprint down your street. Finally making it to your house, you walked up the driveway. You stopped. Armin was sprawled out on your porch, smushed up against the door crying.

"A-Armin..."

You called out. He turned and looked at you, all red-faced.

"Y/N I'm so, so, so sorry."

He whined, getting up and running over to you.

"I'm sorry."

He cried, melting into you. His arms tiredly wrapped their ways around your waist.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I don't want to loose you. I love you so much. Please don't leave me. I never meant any of those things I said. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

You hugged him back and pushed his head into your neck.

"I'm the one who should be sorry. You have no need to apologize. I was being rude. I'm not mad at you."

"You're not?"

"No."

"Are we still friends?"

"Yes."

Armin began to cry harder, this time happy tears.

"I'm so glad. I seriously can't stand not having you around."

|To Be Continued|