(A/N: So I was thinking I could write a new fic about Eremin? Would anyone read it? I might just write it anyways because I had a really cute prompt idea. Thanks for reading, you guys are the best!)
4 Days Before
Ymir's POV
"I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS 1:00!" I screamed into the phone. Christa and I agreed to leave around 9:00 a.m and pull an all-nighter to try to get to New York as soon as possible.
"HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE TO OVERSLEEP FOUR HOURS?" Christa yelled back. I heard her feet trample down a flight of stairs.
"Okay, look, my luggage is already in the car and I'm leaving right now. I'm not even changing out of my sweatpants. I'll be there in 5." I hung up on her and left my house.
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Christa was waiting in her driveway when I got there. She bolted into the car as soon as I pulled it to a stop.
"I called you like twenty times, how could you not wake up?" she buckled her seat belt and I sped onto the highway.
"I'm sorry! Ugh, we'll be up for hours because of me." I flashed her puppy dog eyes. She slighed and uncrossed her arms.
"Don't blame yourself. The important this is that we get to New York before our flight takes off. If we can manage that, we should be good to go." Christa was back to a cute bundle of smiles in eight seconds flat.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Besides, know what we need to get in both New York and Italy?" I nudged her lightly with my elbow.
"More pictures?" she got her Polaroid out of her purse.
"That too, but we need dorky tourist sweatshirts." Christa laughed and pulled out the camera's lens.
"We do, don't we." she said, pointing the camera at me. She took a photo of me driving and smiled and it printed out of the camera.
"Also hot dogs. We need to get hot dogs. Can we get hot dogs first thing." I asked.
"You're a huge dork, Ymir. The motel you found is in the middle of no where. They're aren't any houses, much less a hot dog stand, within a ten mile radius." she poked my neck.
"That doesn't mean we can get hot dogs at some point, right?" I said. She pulled a pen out of her coat pocket and wrote something on the back of the photo.
"Yes. You can eat a million hot dogs for all I care, as long as I'm there to see it." she spread her arms over her head, mocking me.
"Okay, where can I get a million hot dogs?" Christa rolled her eyes at my sarcasm.
"You know what this car trip is missing?" she said, sliding the picture into my shirt pocket, just like she did on our first date.
"I've got it covered." I pulled out my phone, knowing what she was going to say. Christa smiled as the opening of Miss Missing You filled my car.
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Fanfiction(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...
