Wow, That Sucks

16. Acceptance: the action of consenting to receive something offered.

Deciding I'd had enough sleep to practically be considered twice-dead, I scrolled through the notifications on my barely alive phone. I honestly had no clue how the stupid thing was still alive. It wasn't found until I was in the shower this morning. It was in the pair of pants I'd been wearing when I ran for my life. Nobody could find it until Historia had the bright idea to check my pants just as the trash guys were about to empty the trash cans in their dump truck. Sure enough, it was still in my back pocket. Surprisingly, it was unscathed and still running--albeit on dredges, but beggars can't be choosers. There wasn't even a crack on the screen.

I didn't even bother to read all the texts or check who called me. I knew who would try to find me if I went missing, and the list seemed to be growing shorter by the week. Instead, I opened up social media for a bit of mindless time-wasting. It was quiet and peaceful until I got a snap.

With a sigh, I opened it up. It was a picture of Eren with 63 double-chins. Where the fuck have u been dickwad?

I rolled my eyes and sent him a picture of Mikasa's ceiling. It's a long story. I almost died. Be more sympathetic.

He switched to Messenger.

Angery: Again?

My Little Pony: Yeah

Angery: How?

My Little Pony: Monte shot me with wolfsbane. Marco's whole family was there too.

Angery: Wtf. How do you even get yourself into these messes?

My Little Pony: Idk.

Angery: You missed so much last week.

My Little Pony: How?

Angery: Homework, loser. I'll bring it by later

My Little Pony: Wow what would I do without my knight in shining armor

Angery: I know I know you'd be lost

I shook my head.

My Little Pony: Dumbass

Angery: Love you too

I was trying to think of a snarky answer when the door opened and in walked none other than fucking Ymir.

"What the fuck," I said. Instinctively, I moved closer to Mikasa.

She made a face at me, but the effect was lost with the way her cheeks were flushed. "Shut up." Her toes dug into the ground, and I noticed she was still wearing her shoes. Levi was going to kill her. "I'm here to apologize."

The look I gave her must've been withering because she seemed to shrink. "You're here to apologize now? It's been, like, over a week. Couldn't it wait until I actually come back to school?"

Her hackles visibly raised. "Would you quit being a dick and listen to me for five seconds?" She jammed her hands into her jeans pockets.

I pursed my lips but didn't say anything else.

"I wanna, uh, say sorry for freaking out on you and calling you shitty things." She raised herself on her toes and lowered herself again. "And for coming into your house uninvited. That was wrong too."

I looked at her for an agonizingly long moment. A very small bubble of pride swelled in my chest. The Ymir I knew at the beginning of the summer never would've apologized about that. She wouldn't've been able to suck up her pride.

Now, she was standing in front of me with her heart on her damn sleeve asking for forgiveness. If that isn't some character development, I don't know what is.