The Perfect Prom Night

~This is Eren's POV btw~

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. The way he moved in the dark, the way his face lit up whenever a song he liked played, it was all so fascinating. The details I never noticed before, all came hurtling my way in an instant. And for the first time, in all of the years I knew him, I found him to be absolutely beautiful.

Of course I could never admit to those things. It would be too hard, possibly losing his friendship was something I could never allow. He was so irresistible tonight though. His hair looked so much blonder and silkier, and his tux complemented his small figure, it made chills run up and down my spine. It was so wrong for me to think of a boy in this way, yet I couldn't stop.

I decided to approach him, he was on the dance floor with my adopted sister, Mikasa. His hips moved back and forth, I just couldn't stop staring. Mikasa twirled him around, and I saw a flash of his laughing face, I couldn't help but smile at it. He was so happy, and I was glad.

Suddenly, the music changed into a softer song. It was breezy and light, something I didn't listen to often. Couples started pairing up, holding one another and slowly swaying. 'Damn' I thought. Here was my chance, and yet I was glued to the floor like a blushing idiot. Armin, (the boy I've been mauling over for the last hour) departed from Mikasa, and he made his way over to me. 'Shit...shit shit shit...' I thought. I felt like I was frozen, I probably looked so stupid in his eyes.
"Hey Eren!" Armin greeted. My hands flew to my pockets, and I nodded in return. His face was so bright. He looked genuinely happy. My mouth went dry. He was so close.
"You alright? You're so red," Armin giggled. My mouth opened to say something, but I just couldn't choke out the words. Armin cocked his head to the side, waiting for me to reply. "I...I ju...Dance?" Was all I could say. 'Jesus Jeager, step up your game before he walks away!' My mind insulted. I grimaced, then cleared my throat. It was now or never.
"Would you like to dance, Armin?" At least I could talk right this time. Armin's eyebrows raised in surprise. I hoped that was a good sign.
"Sure, Eren."

His hands rested on my shoulders, which made me jump. I wasn't a per say 'expert' at this kinda stuff. I think Armin could tell because he giggled at my confused face. He dropped his hands to mine, grabbing them softly. His hands were so warm, they reminded me of my mother, which brought a smile to my lips. He guided them to his waist. I got the gist so I held him lightly there. He moved his arms back up to my shoulders, and looked me in the eyes. I could've sworn I saw a blush hint at his cheeks, while I knew my face looked like a fire hydrant. How could it not, though? His eyes were so big and blue. His lips were perfectly curved. His hair flowed with every shuffle of his feet. Armin was beautiful.
"Armin..." I whispered. He replied with a hum, looking up at me. I licked my lips and tightened my grip on him. "You look beautiful tonight, I hope you know t-that." I probably sounded so damn cheesy, but I was happy I could say it, since it was all I had on my mind tonight. Armin's face bloomed into a darker color, and he looked down at our feet mumbling, "Thank you Eren..." He looked away from my eyes. I knew he had self loving issues. Ever since we met, it was always hard for him to take compliments. Even though he was showered with them constantly, Armin still thought he was nothing special. I wish he knew how pretty he was. I know it sounds girly to say that, but I really did.

For some reason, I made him come closer, I really didn't feel embarrassed anymore. "Armin...you really do look magnificent." I couldn't stop whispering compliments to him, I just wanted to make him know it. "Stop saying that stuff!" He whined. Armin finally looked up at me with his big blue eyes that you could see from a mile away. His sudden outburst made me jump. His eyes widened a bit from my reaction. He looked flustered for a second. His hands curled up my jacket.
"It's just...really...embarassing." he confessed. I wanted to kiss him right then and there...but it wasn't a good time. Maybe if I could extend the night, I could find a good time.
"Do you wanna go to my house?" I asked. My courage-o-meter was at its highest. My parents weren't home for the weekend, and Mikasa was gonna go to a Prom sleepover...so damn, my ego was high. Armin's smile spread across his face, and he nodded.
"After this song, okay?" He silently added. He cuddled his head into my chest, closing his eyes and letting me lead. I couldn't have been happier. Holding him made me lucky enough, but persuading him to come to my house tonight, that was pure fate.