(A/N: So, I was thinking of starting another fic, and I have the plot laid out and everything, just one problem. I have no idea what ship to write about. If anyone has any suggestions, I would seriously appreciate some! Thank you guys so much!)
82 Days Before
Chapter 7
Ymir's POV
Christa's room was amazing. I've never seen her room, even when I came over to meet her grandma. All the photos she took were pinned carefully above her bed, and damn was there a lot of them. I nearly knocked over a vase of orange tulips trying too see them all. Her grandma's favorite flowers; they were everywhere.
She was sitting on her bed and I was sitting on the floor near the foot of her bed. We were playing our favorite songs for each other, and I swear she played Miss Missing You five times. I didn't complain. The song was starting to remind me of her.
She glanced at the clock on her phone.
"Ugh, my shift at Starbucks starts in a half hour." she got off the bed and started walking to the closet. I stuck my foot out in front of hers, causing her to trip and fall. I grabbed her waist and supported her before she hit the ground.
"Looks like you just fell for me." I smirked.
"Oh my god, you dork, I just want to get dressed." she planted a kiss on my cheek and squirmed away from my arms.
Stupid blonde girl.
My stupid blonde girl.
She emerged from the closet after a few moments wearing black dress pants, a black polo, and had a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth. She was pulling her blonde hair back into a ponytail.
"Want a ride?" I asked. She gave me the thumbs up and brushed her teeth with one hand, and pulled the Starbucks visor over her head with the other. She walked back into the bathroom and spat.
"Can I make you a coffee? Maybe one like the coffee that ended up all over the floor and-" I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in my hands.
"Maybe can we forget that day ever happened? That was the most embarrassing day of my life."
"It couldn't have been that bad. It was the day I met you, after all."
"Okay, you got me there. You ready to go?" I stood up off her carpeted floor. She grabbed my hand and we left together.
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I sat at a table and watched Christa make coffee. She looked so careful and determined with each drink she made. We'd make eye contact every so often. and she'd smile a big dorky smile.
She was working with two other girls today. One with reddish-brown hair, pulled back like Christa's. I saw her steal a donut on multiple occasions. The other had short black hair and a red scaf.
They were all laughing and smiling together. I felt like I should have been jealous of them, but I wasn't.
Christa was happy, so I was happy.
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Polaroid (YumiKuri)
Fanfic(MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME PEOPLE) Ymir works at a run-down antiques shop, and the only thing to keep her from quitting is the adorable blonde girl from the coffee shop across the street. When she gets the girl's phone number she embarks on an adve...
