Potato Wedges {Sasha ~X~ Connie} {AoT}

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Connie~

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Ymir's party started in less than an hour and here I was, hanging with Jean and Marco in the park.

"So Jean... You going to Ymir's party right?" Marco asked, sitting on the edge of the fountain with Jean beside him.

"Yeah," Jean smiled, "I wouldn't miss it. I hear Mikasa's going, so..." He smirked, gaining a chuckle from Marco.

I stood there staring at the fountain, at all the pennies sitting motionlessly at the bottom. I couldn't help but wonder if those wishes ever came true, and it made me want to create a wish of my own.

I pulled out a dime from my jacket pocket, bringing close to my heart as I closed my eyes~

I am not asking for her to feel the same way, but I wish that Sasha will atleast know and/or acknowledge the fact that I'm trying and that I truly care for her... And stuff... Like that...

I tossed the dime into the water, opening my eyes as I came face to face with Jean and Marco's.

"Did you just make a wish?" Jean asked, chuckling at my foolishness.

"Yeah..." I simply said, smiling a little to myself.

"Whatd'ya wish for?" Marco smiled.

"... The biggest ham and cheese sub. I could share it with-"

"Sasha?" Jean asked, smirking a bit.

"Y-Yeah. How'd you know?" I asked, silently hoping that he didn't suspect me of crushing on her...

"You guys seem so close. It's obvious that it would be her who you'd share your sandwich with. You'd probably share more with her, too~" Jean smirked, as Marco chuckled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, don't get your bald head in a bunch, I'm not implying a thing," Jean smiled, before turning back to Marco and starting up a new conversation with him.

Time passed, and the joy of being the third wheel was about to come to an end. But, before that was to happen, I had a promise to keep, "Jean?"

"Yes?" Jean asked, turning his head to me from the fountain.

"How would you feel if I were to tell you that a certain potato girl were to like you... A little bit," my throat started to burn and my stomach started to boil as I waited for his response.

"I'd be flattered, but I wouldn't do anything else. It's obvious that you have the hots for her, Springer," Jean smiled.

My insides froze as my body seemed to speak for itself, "W-What? Where'd you get that idea?"

"Point is, I won't steal your girl. We're cool, okay? Same as Potato Girl and I. She belongs with you anyways," Jean chuckled as he put his arm around Marco's neck as they started out of the park.

Without saying another word I smiled, following behind Jean and Marco feeling a bit better.

The party is coming, that's when I'll tell her how I feel...