Roadside (Ymir x Christa/Historia)

Chapter Four: My Immortal

Christa's POV

"Sooo," Marco started, placing the kettle on the stove, "Do you like her?"

I blushed slightly at his question, but honestly, I didn't know. Did I like her? She was pretty nice, and, honestly, she was attractive.

Marco pulled a tray of cookies from the oven, wearing dorky oven mits and an apron. I bet Jean really liked Marco wearing that. Wait, what? That really came from no where.

Back to reality!

"U-Um, she's nice and all but I'm not sure."

Marco ooo-ed, bringing a platter of cookies into the living room. He sat on the chair across from me, placing the tray down onto the coffee table in between us, motioning for me to have a cookie. I gave in, nibbling on one.

Marco lowered his voice, taking a cookie.

"I think she's into you."

I gulped harshly. Maybe I heard him wrong?

"W-what?"

"I think she likes you."

Ah, I heard right.

I laughed nervously, looking away.

"What? She'd never like me! I'm just a little girl and she's a rock star!"

Marco just chuckled, giving me a warm smile.

"This is how me and Jean started dating."

"Huh?"

He took a bite of his cookie, beginning his love story.

"Well, my friend, Bertholdt, and I were gossiping one day when we were like, what, 15, and the topic of romance comes up. Well, Bertl noticed my attraction to Jean and asked. I denied it, and then, Jean came up to me like, the next day and came out to me and said he loved me. It was the cutest thing ever~"

"Bertl? Like as in the guitarist from Ymir's band?"

"Yup! Bertl and Reiner are dating, actually."

"Whaaat?! That's so cute!" I beamed.

Marco agreed, running to grab the kettle as it hissed.

"I'm glad you and Jean are happy."

Marco giggled, pouring tea into cups.

"Maybe you and Ymir will work out."

"I never said I liked her!"

Marco just laughed.

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Quite some time passed, Marco and I sipping on tea and eating Marco's amazing cookies.

We giggled and joked, talking and gossiping like teenage girls.

That's when Marco's phone lit up. It was Ymir's cell.

Marco looked confused.

"It's 6 already. She should be home already. And Jean."

He answered, pressing the phone to his ear.

Before a "hello" could escape his lips, Ymir's frantic voice could be heard through the speaker. All I could here was "Jean" "Christa" and "Father".

My stomach sank.

"Oh my god. We'll be there as soon as we can."

Marco was on the verge of tears.

"M-Marco?" I felt as if I were going to vomit.

"I'll explain on the way."

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