Morse Code- Eremin

Confessions

~ Armin's POV ~
Green

That's what I thought when I was sprawled out across my couch, listening to classical music. I wonder how much green is in the world... What it would look like if all the green disappeared. How much people would miss it. Or how many people would forget it.

"I love green." I whispered, but didn't hear it over the music drowning out the sound of my voice.

A knock on my door tore through the music and I yanked off my headphones before letting out a small "who is it?"

"Hey Armin!" It's Marco "I didn't know if you were home."

"You can come in." I answered, this time a bit louder.

After hearing the overpowering screech of the old front door I could mentally map out where Marco was. His timid footsteps were hardly audible but I could tell he was standing behind the chair (he once told me it was a brown chair) next to my (purple, as he told me) couch.

"Do you want to sit? You can sit on the couch or in the chair... Doesn't matter."

He wasn't phased that I knew where he was. After being friends for quite some time he had gotten used to it. So, he cheerfully replied with an 'okay!' And sat down in the chair.

"How have you been?" He asked me.

I knew he wanted to know something, ever since that day in Starbucks that I had first realised Eren worked there, the day I was so curious...

"I..." I started out, but didn't know how to continue... "I know what you want to ask. But I don't know Marco... I really really like Eren but... Just talking to each other is hard. He's amazing and I can laugh so freely around him. I can tell him my darkest secrets and my best childhood memories. I don't know what this is but I think I might-"

Marco cut me off.

"You love him... Don't you?"

Is that what this was? The heat that made its way to my cheeks every time I thought about him. The stuttered words that came out of my mouth when he complimented me. The butterflies that fluttered inside me when his warm hand would touch my cold one. That was all... Love? How could I know for sure? There was no one in the world that made me feel like that. All except for Eren.

The room was silent for a long time, I could feel Marco staring at me, but I knew he wanted me to take my time, he was a good friend like that.

"I... It's like what you feel when you're with-"

For the second time I was cut off by Marco. "Jean." He said. I felt myself nod. I knew it was the same way I felt. Just by the way he said his name, his voice was filled with admiration, passion, nervousness and love. That was everything and more that I felt with Eren.

"Yeah Armin... I think you have a serious case of love."

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"Oh yeah. Marco was telling me. But in my opinion... It's the cooties getting to your brain."

It had only been a day since I had talked with Marco and Jean already knows. And he won't stop bugging me about it. At least he's not telling Eren. My fatigued, non-caffeinated brain reminded me for the millionth time.

"But hey, on a more serious note, you don't have to tell him right away. You can wait until the right moment in time. I won't tell him." Jean reassured me.

Nodding curtly I slouched further down into the booth at Starbucks. This was all too frustrating, why couldn't the world just get sucked into a black hole and all of us be crushed into atoms? Seems much easier and less painful than love. But I knew it had to happen, I knew that love happened for a reason and it might've been some crazy twist of fate that I ended up falling for someone I could hardly communicate with. But, every couple has to get though something right? Every couple has an obstacle or two to get through? Maybe that was the first obstacle- I mean, we were given Morse code. Maybe we had gotten past that obstacle.

But you're not a couple. A voice in my head said. You're just 'friends' that is, until you make a move.

I felt Jean pat my knee and get up, leaving me to my thoughts. Leaving me to plan. Something. Anything.

"Here you go sir." Jeans voice filled my ears as the sound of a cup hitting the wooden table made its way to my ears. I mumbled a quick 'thank you' before Downing the coffee, in hopes of the caffeine kicking in faster.

"Anything for young love" Jean said again, making his voice quite over-dramatically romantic. Which I answered with an equally dramatic sigh of annoyance and I heard Jean snicker as he walked away, assuming his post as coffee maker extraordinaire- as he referred to himself as.

At that moment the bell from the front door rang, signalling a new costumer. And so went the start of the breakfast crowd and the small coffee joint got much louder and much hotter.

Only about five minutes had past when I felt the booth cushion sink down a bit. Someone had sat down next to me. Just as I started to protest I heard the sound of tapping on the table next to me. 'Hey Armin. It's me Eren.'

Relief washed over me and I couldn't help but let my head fall onto his shoulder, letting the noise and heat of the coffee shop slip away. "Eren it's so good to see you." I said, waiting for his responce.

'There's something I really want to tell you Armin' Eren tapped out.

"Oh... I do too." I answered nervously as the palms of my hands got sweaty.

'You first?' He asked.

You can do this Armin. It's one small step for you and one giant leap for your future with him. There's nothing to be afraid of tell him, if he doesn't feel the same way then at least you tried. You'll find love again. But not like this, I have to make this work

"Eren I..."