Missing Keys

Chapter 15

The door bell rung and Mikasa got up to get what Eren thought would be pizza. He sat silently and heard Mikasa speaking. Something about the pizza guy bringing the pizza to the study while she goes to the washroom? Mikasa could have just brought the pizza in then just go to the washroom, but that wasn't apart of her plan. Eren heard a gasp and his attention was draw toward the doorway.

Blond hair tied back, glasses that framed his face perfectly. A dark plaid shirt worn with black jeans that made his blue eyes pop. He held a pizza box in his hands.

Armin.

Their eyes went wide when they both realized that they fell into Mikasa's trap. From behind the blond Eren saw Mikasa who pushed Armin into the room and slammed the door shut followed by the sound of a chair being pulled up to the door. Armin spun around and rapped on the door. "Mikasa!" He yelled, sounding distressed. "I'm tired of you two being miserable because of the past! You need to talk!" She yelled and the blond took a step away from the door. Armin knew she was right. She's always right.

He turned around and walked to the wall across from Eren. He sat down and slid the box of pizza towards him. Eren watched him shake and draw his knees up to his chest. In his pocket he felt his phone buzz. He pulled out his phone and saw a text that he received.

#2 Mom: I'm heading out for a couple hours. I'll let you guys out when I get back. If you two talk that is. I love you and please remember I'm doing this for the best of you.

Eren sighed and placed his phone back into his pocket. He didn't want to talk to Armin. He didn't want Armin to hate him anymore. This whole thing made Eren confused, Armin seems to care about him but then again he says he doesn't want to be with him. Right then Armin looked like he was having an anxiety attack just by being around him. His breathing was shaken, constantly trying to take in deep breaths.

"D-do you ha-have a lighter on you?" He asked, hands in his pockets. Eren shook his head.

Why would he want a lighter?

Oh, that's why...

He gapped as Armin placed a pack of cigarets onto the floor along with a small lighter. Eren raised his hand in front of him in a way of telling Armin to stop. "Are you okay?" He asked and Armin nodded his head eagerly. "I'm fine!" He said as his shaky hand held a cigarette between his fingers. He placed the cigarette between his lips and breathed in the nicotine, his body began to relax and he blew out the smoke. Eren sat there and questioned. Was this really the same boy from eight years ago? Was this the guy who became apart of his world?

"You smoke?" Eren asked, he regretted it since he thought it was a stupid question. Armin lifted his head and looked at him, he look a little hurt.

"Yeah... I don't smoke all the time though! Only when I'm distressed. It helps."

"Oh."

"I blame Ymir. Take this she said, it will help she said. God do I ever regret taking a cigarette from her." He said and smudged it against his pants. "Sorry, I shouldn't have lit it." He apologized. Eren felt like he didn't need to, he understood why he would light it in the first place, "Don't apologize." he said then looked back at the ground.

"So I guess we have to talk," Eren said "if you want to at least. I don't want to force anything down onto you."

"No I want to talk. Its just that I didn't expect any of this. If anything Mikasa forced this down onto us."

Eren nodded in agreement. "Um... How's Jean?" He asked in hopes that the conversation would pick up. The blond shrugged, "I broke up with him a month ago, I can't he begged me to give him a fourth chance."