Annie Loves Armin

Chapter Three: Maybe Part 1

Before I begin I just want to thank my lovely friend Ghaziimran for helping me out so much with this story. He's been feeding me ideas and has been kind enough to assist me in revising this chapter before I published it!

Also, Ghazi had a huge part in helping me come up with the rest of the story and I am so excited to share it with you all!

Thank you and enjoy!

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Six Years Later...

Annie didn't even know why she had agreed to go to Prom anyway.

As Mina unintentionally pulled Annie's hair and Historia attempted applying a light layer of makeup to the blonde's bare face, Annie huffed internally. When Mina had approached her during lunch about the school event, bubbling with excitement over having received an elaborate prom-posal from Marco Bodt, she was shocked to learn that Annie had no intention of going.

"But what about Bertholdt? Didn't you say you'd go with him?" Mina had asked and Annie shook her head.

"I told him I'd rather stick a fork in an electrical socket than spend my evening surrounded by people I don't even care for," Annie clarified. "Despite that, he still insisted on taking me." Annie sighed, shaking her head. "He's persistent, I'll give him that." Mina's eyes sparked with excitement and before she could enthuse about Annie's potential date, the smaller blonde held up her hand. "But I never said I would go with him."

Mina's ecstatic composure collapsed. "Annie, it's your senior prom!" she sighed dramatically. "If you don't go now, you'll never get to go again!"

"Plenty of students don't go to their high school prom, Mina," Annie responded shortly. She shook her head. "I have better things to do anyway." Annie started to pull herself away from the conversation, making her way to her next class, but the raven-haired girl stopped her.

"We both know you're just going to spend your evening in the gym, Annie," Mina supplied quickly. Annie stopped and sighed heavily. "You gotta live a little! Look, you know how you said you wanted to get me a graduation present?"

"I know where this is going and the answer is no," Annie grumbled. "I'm going to be late for class." As she walked forward, Mina grabbed onto her jacket sleeve. Annie, more frustrated than before, huffed angrily and turned to her friend.

"Just consider it," Mina said quietly. "You never get to be a regular teenager; you're either training for some Martial Arts tournament or studying. Just take one night out of your busy schedule and come have fun with us. I know you won't regret it."

Annie chewed at her lower lip before sighing heavily and pulling her hand away. "Fine. I'll go. But I'm not asking anyone or accepting any prom-posals."

Mina squealed and pulled Annie into a hug. Though the sudden physical contact surprised her, Annie broke into a small smile at her friend's expense.

And here she was, a few weeks later, sitting upon a stool in her kitchen, dressed in a sleek, golden dress that wrapped around her body, flaring at the bottom and exposing a pearl-white piece of fabric. Historia stepped away from Annie, admiring her craftsmanship while Mina added the final pins and shower of hairspray. Mina joined Historia in front of Annie and brought her hands to her face, containing her excitement.

"You look so beautiful!" she exclaimed.

"I don't feel beautiful," Annie muttered under her breath, shifting uncomfortably on the stool.

Mina sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Come on, Annie! You need to be more confident! You look incredible! I'd be surprised if you left the dance without a few phone numbers."