Missing Keys

Chapter 17

"Armin, wake up!" Eren practically shouted into Armin's ear. Armin jolted awake, almost knocking their foreheads together. "Jesus, Fuck!" Armin yelped and threw Eren off. Eren tumbled to the ground and letted out a groan. Armin rubbed his forehead and sighed, "Eren." He growled.

"Armin." He imitated him, still laying on the floor. Armin couldn't stay mad at him.

"I guess I have to get up?"

"Well yeah!" Eren exclaimed and stood back up. He was smiling from ear-to-ear. "Because guess where we are going,"

Not again, Armin thought as Eren took in a deep breath.

"LETS GO TO BEACH, EACH. LETS GET A WAV---"

Eren was rudely interrupted by Armin who practically whipped his pillow at him in the face.

"Eren, you sung that during dinner, you were singing it before going to bed AND I'm pretty sure I heard you whispering into my ear while I was sleeping."

"You don't like Nicki!?"

"No, I do not."

"You must be jealous that she has a nicer ass than you."

Armin rolled his eyes and fell back into the mattress. "I'd rather be waken up by a soft good morning or a kiss rather than be reminded that Nicki Minaj has a nicer ass than me." He explained. As he laid on the bed with his eyes closed he felt movement beside him.

"Morning~" he heard Eren chime. Armin couldn't help but to smile as Eren pecked his cheek. "Was that better?" Eren murmured into his skin. The blond nodded and sat himself up. "Where's my breakfast in bed?" He asked jokingly. Eren didn't think it was a joke. Armin watched Eren's face drain of colour, "I thought the plan was to get Mc D's and head to your place to find the goods." He said quietly. Armin sighed, regretting what he said.

"Yeah that's the plan, I was joking. But will you pay for Mc D's?"

"Yeah as long as I get payed back."

Armin was pretty sure he saw Eren wink.

The plan. or as Eren likes to call it, a day down by the river then at night ruin the environment. They spent around a hour at Armin's trying to find everything they needed: A picnic basket filled with food, Eren's sketchbook that he'd left, Mr. Arlert's old electric keyboard, and the box of old and new journals. There was one rule that came along with the box of journals.

Do NOT look through them.

As much Eren wanted to deny it he just couldn't. Armin looked good in a fedora. He looked really good in a fedora. Eren watched from afar as Armin laid out a large blanket into the dry sand. It was still hot out, around the regular temperature it would be in Shinganshina. Around 50 degrees.

Eren wore a regular pair of swim trunks and a t-shirt. Armin on the other hand looked a lot more in line than he did. He wore his ''cute clothes'' to the beach.

Heat rushed to his place when Armin caught him looking at him. Instead of saying anything Armin just smiled and continued to work on their spot. There were other people around. Most of them crowded around the ice cream parlour that was further down the beach. From what he was told Sasha worked there with her family for the summer.

"Ere can you come here for a moment?" Armin asked, taking a seat down in front of the electric keyboard. Eren rushed to his side and kneeled down to him.

"Yeah?"

"Hold my hat?"

"What?"

He didn't get a chance to say anything else when Armin shoved his fedora into his grasps. He looked at Armin and watched Armin crack his knuckles before hovering them over the keys.