Pathway [Eremin AU]

Chapter Four//Armin

"I'll see you tomorrow," I say as me and Carla walk down the stairs. We walk to the main room and her son and Historia follow. I hear music on. It's not loud, actually pretty quiet, but noticeable.
"And I'm at an all time, low low low-" It continues from there on, playing All Time Low by Jon Bellion.
"Ok. If you want, I can get my son to help you go and pick out some outfits for dance?" She says.
"That would be great, but I don't need to be taking up anymore of your time," I say.
"It's really no hassle! He has to go shopping anyway for his summer courses in collage," She says.
"Well, if he's ok with that," I say.
"Eren, take this nice boy out to get some clothes," Carla says to the boy walking behind us.
"C-can I got ch-changed first?" He asks with a small stutter.
"Sure, but hurry," She says and he runs off to another room.
"I'm sorry if you can't understand what he says a lot of the time," She says, "He has a speech disability."
"Really?" I ask.
"Yeah, he had it not so serious as a kid, but it really started to cause more problems as he went into high school and it got worse. I'm surprised he said that sentence as clearly as he did," She says and puts her hands on her hips as she shifts her wait onto her left leg.
"Wow," I say, "If he ever needs help with anything, give me a call."
"Ok. Thanks a lot Armin," She says. The boy walks back out of the room he was in behind the counter. He wears a put of black basketball shorts and a skin tight dark grey shirt with a light grey Nike hoodie.
"I-I'm ready," He says. He shuffles towards me and his mom.
"Alright! Give me a call if you ever need anything, and Eren, please don't make a scene," Carla sighs.
"I d-don't make s-scenes!" He says and throws his arms up in defense.
"Yeahs sure smarty pants," She says as we all walk to the door. Me and Eren walk out and she slaps his butt in a joking matter, as she shuts the door.

"Eren, right?" I ask as we walk down the street. He nods.
"Y-yours?" He asks.
"Armin Arlert," I say and smile at him to try and make him feel more comfortable, since I can tell he's a little uncomfortable.
"So I-is N-Nike okay?" He asks.
"Yeah, if that is a place we can find the right clothes," I say.
"H-how old a-are you," He asks, struggling not to stutter.
"Seventeen, but I'm a senior," I say, "You?"
"I-I'm twenty, b-but a s-sophomore in college," He says.
"You look younger then twenty," I chuckle.
"W-well you look y-younger th-then s-seventeen," He chuckles, trying to joke.
"My height should not determine my age," I say, trying to keep a straight face. I then hear a small laugh and I look over to Eren. He's slightly laughing with his hand up by his mouth, trying to muffle his small laughs. It's nice seeing him not so tense.
We walk into Nike and I see a bunch of people. Different genders and sport players are here.
"B-basketball shorts o-or j-joggers are best," He says. I nod and he leads me to some pants.
"Plus, th-these, which I-I can't r-remember wh-what they are c-called, are a-always a-a good choice," He says and points at some pants that cuff at the bottom and you can tighten them if needed. I look at the four colors; red, grey, black, white. I grab a red and white pair. I then see basketball shorts and they have a variety of different colors. I grab a black and navy blue pair.
  "You c-can look at wh-what ever sh-shirts y-you want," He says. I nod and we make our way towards some shirts. I grab a black and grey shirt with the store logo on it and another one like it but it has a small Nike symbol on the bottom right. I grab a shirt with the side cut out that says Nike, but the lettering is a blue-pink fade.
  "Ok, I guess I got what I need," I say and turn to Eren.
  "Ok, dressing r-rooms i-in the back," He says and points to a row of dressing rooms by some shelfs. I nod.
  "I-I can go a-and l-look at shoes w-while you're trying on th-the clothes if y-you want? Wh-what s-size do y-you wear?" Eren asks. I tell him my size in shoes and he walks towards the racks of shoes. I walk and get a room and start with trying to pair some of the clothes. I try them all on and only decide to get three of the tops and all of the bottoms. I put back the ones with the small Nike symbols and keep the others in hand while I look at more shirts.
I grab two more and the sleeves are cut off, making it into a tank top kind of shirt. I hurry and try them on and make sure black and white are the colors I want in those shirts. I hold all of my clothing and walk towards Eren by the shoes.
"Found any yet?" I buckle as I see him holding three boxes.
"I found a-a f-few pairs," He says. I nod and he gestures for me to sit. I sit on one of the benches and set my clothes next to me. He pulls out a pair of blue Nike shoes. They look a little flimsy though.
"I c-can tell y-you th-think they don't l-look the best, b-but they h-have g-great grab on the d-dance floor. And you're a-arch sh-should b-be fine in th-these," He says. I nod. He pulls out another pair like them, but bright red. He then opens the last box and it's a pair of white shoes that kind of look like flats and ballet shoes mixed.
"B-both of th-these will be u-used," He says. I nod and try them on. I make sure one pair of the tennis shoes fit, and I choose the red. I grab all of my clothes and Eren grabs my two boxes of shoes. I bought my clothes and Eren ended up buying my shoes because he kept taking my wallet and gave the cashier money, not getting his change back.
I think this dance club will be interesting and fun with these kids.

(A/N: I'm sorry it's been forever, but here's a chapter! And sorry is kinda boring. But, I gtg! I have tennis! Bye-bye!!!
-CT)