"six o' clock in the morning...?"a pair of ocean-blue irises glanced down at the nearly-blinding screen of a smartphone that's brightness has been turned up to the max.
the male groggily sat up, setting down the device. the sky was already beginning to change colour. he wiped the sleep out of his eyes, letting out a sigh. armin arlert was always one to wake up early, but this? waking up at six in the morning? even this was much to early for him. school didn't start until eight-thirty and he lived about fifteen minutes from campus.
the blond had so much time on his hands. he could've gone right back to sleep, but it wasn't worth it. he'd just have to get back up if he did that.
the male paused to weigh his options. either get those several minutes of rest and have to get ready later or get ready now and get to school a little early.
"god why am i like this?" armin rolled his eyes, kicking the sheets off of his legs. the teenager turned, placing his feet on the carpet of his bedroom. "chrysanthemum?" he called out, only to see the silhouette of a bombay cat.
the corners of his mouth formed a smile. slowly, the male got off his bed, making his way over to the animal.
"good morning, love." armin looked down at the feline, placing his hands behind his back.
chrysanthemum purred, circling the male, her small form weaving through armin's legs.
the male let out a soft chuckle as he began to walk out of the bedroom.
"grandpa?" he said in a soft tone once out of his room. "are you awake yet?" again, no response. he decided not to wake the other. he was most likely tired from working the night-shift.
"right...okay." he enjoyed how quiet it was. that was one of the benefits of rising early. no one could bother you. it was just silent. it helped armin keep his mind off the things that were happening in his life. at least for a little while.
"breakfast, breakfast, what should i have for breakfast?" he ambulated over to the kitchen before approaching the refrigerator. hesitantly he grabs the door's handle, the cold metal touching his skin.
"hmm...maybe not." glancing over to the pantry, armin shrugged. "maybe i'll just have a poptart." he walked over, his hands on his hips. the cold tile against his feet was pure agony. "i should've worn socks." armin muttered under his breath.
the blond picked up the box of sweets, staring at the front of the pastry box. well, that is if you could even call a pop tart a pastry.
"brown sugar...what?" the male tilted his head to the side like a lost animal. "it'll do for now." he groaned, reaching his hand into the box, he pulls out the silver bags the pop tarts come in.
he shoved the two breakfast pastries into the toaster, waiting patiently for them to spring upwards. he looked down, taking his cellphone out of the front pocket of his jeans.
"six-twelve..." he shook his head in disbelief. "i've only been awake for twelve minutes. twelve damn minutes." the blond heard the sound of the toaster spring up. he glanced over to see his breakfast, hot and ready. "nice."
carefully he took the food out, his hands beginning to feel hot. "shoot! i forgot a plate!" hurriedly, armin made his way over to the table, placing the pop tarts on the wooden surface. he looked down at his hands. "nice going."
there he went again. talking to himself. putting himself down. he was putting himself down.
"now is not the time to be dismal..." he rubbed the tips of his fingers before picking up a pop tart and taking a bite.
as usual he ate breakfast by himself. in solitude. although he wasn't really alone, he sure as hell felt like he was. whether or not he enjoyed being alone was something armin couldn't really decide. most days he enjoyed being on his own, but every now and then he'd find himself longing for someone to talk to.
if only he fit into the popular crowd. he was different than the others. always the odd one out. not unique nor special. different.
he didn't really fit into a certain group. he was just there. an object that people laughed at, something to be criticized. this of course made him a target for all sorts of torment, bullying, you name it.
it was hell. a living hell. but he went on.
he could've given up and just let go.
but he didn't.
he went on.
day after day.
after day.
// woah holy hell, you'll have to bare with me, i haven't written an eremin fan fiction ever since last year so i'm a little rusty at the moment. season 2 coming out has helped me with my lack of muse though. ever since i watched episode 3, my muse has been through the roof !! i hope that you enjoy this fan fiction because i have so many ideas for this one. i'm aiming for maybe 15-20 chapters at the least so enjoy 💟
— alexandra ('°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
