Author's Notes: I wrote this story for my little meatloaf Gil, who inspired this little train wreck. Warning: There will be OOC! LANGUAGE! There will be Eren! AND A RANDOM MENTIONING OF A POTATO IN EVERY CHAPTER~! I do not own Attack On Titan or any of that. Oh, and thank you to all the people who actually cared to read this story. *whispers* I love you. *and follows you home*
Mikasa's POV:
There was going to be a fancy dinner party tonight and I wanted to be ready. Tonight was the night that I would tell Eren how I feel. I would have to act quickly though, a certain someone also has eyes for him. I refuse to lose to that stubby little ass. But I have a problem, I have no idea what to wear. I am currently digging through my closet but all I could find was sweaters and turtle necks. I mentally cursed at my lack of style. Its in the middle of freaking July! I only had one option left... Armin. He has a thing for fashion. I feel weird when going shopping with him. Yes he has a great sense in style but... it's kind of unnerving how we act together... I was pretty freaked out how we were fangirling like a bunch of 12 year old girls over a handbag. That's what worries me. I never squeel like that. But he's still my best friend... and it has been a while. So i called him and he was coming to pick me up. About 10 minutes later I heard knocking at the door. "Mikasa! It's me, Armin! Are you ready?" He yelled. "Yes, just give me a sec!" As I ran to open the door.
~*~MAGICAL TIME SKIP~*~
We soon found ourselves in one of the local mall's dress stores. You can find lots of malls here in California. I saw Armin running around grabbing a few dresses off the racks. I screamed as I was suddenly dragged across the store into the dressing room. "RAPE IN ACTION!" Armin shouted, barely holding back laughter. Leaving behind a very freaked out shop keeper. I shoved him off of me. "That's not funny Armin! And now the owner is probably calling the police!" Armin continued to ignore me and laugh. "Here." He handed me the dresses and sat down. With a sigh I walked into one of the changing stalls and closed the door behind me. I felt uncomfortable, fashion isn't really my thing. And I felt even more awkward with the full length mirror in the room. What the hell, what do they want me to do?! Watch my self undress? I felt my cheeks warm up in embarrassment. I grabbed the first dress off the hanger. It was shell pink and strapless. I tried it on and it was nice and silky and ended around my knees. I opened the door to show Armin and he looked up. "Hmm... You look like a 14 year old girl. It looks too, innocent." Armin stated looking me up and down. "But isn't that a good thing?" I tilted my head to the side in confusion. "Not if you want Eren's diddily doo~" he said with a wink. I felt my face warm up. Oh my god! Did he really just say that?! "It's totally obvious!" I just wanted to crawl under a rock. I just ran back into the room and slammed the door. I pulled the next dress off of the hanger and put it on. It was burgundy and went down mid-thigh. It had a slit uo the side and the top tied around my neck. This one is pretty and seems more appropriate. I opened the door and showed it off with a little more confidence. Armin looked up and smiled, "GIRL! THAT IS TOTALLY YOUR COLOR!" I felt my self flush at the compliment. "Save that one, i want to see the rest." I nodded and walked back in. There were only two more dresses. The one I am trying on now is a pretty mint color that also ends mid-thigh. This one is also really pretty. It has sparkles on it too. I showed Armin and he said it was nice. The last dress, I had my doubts about but it is beautiful. Its mid-thigh length and strapless. It's a silver metallic dress and it sparkles in the light. I opened the door and Armin let out a dramatic gasp. "GIRL, DO A SPIN! DO A SPIN!" I felt myself giggle as i spun around. "THAT IS THE ONE!" We both squeeled and danced around clapping. I'm coming for you Eren...
Eren's POV:
"Eren! Are you ready yet?!" Yelled a voice down stairs. My guess is it was Armin. I looked myself in the mirror and I was rather impressed. I wore a plaid button-down and some levis (pun intended). Tonight's the night I will win over him. My Levi. "Yeah, I'm coming." I walked down the stairs and Armin stood up with a shocked look on his face. "What are you wearing?!" I looked at myself. "Uh... Chuck Taylors." Armin facepalmed himself. "Not your stupid shoes Eren! All of you!" I felt myself being dragged back upstairs and held back a groan. Jeez. Armin and his stupid fashion fetishes. "You're lucky I came prepared Eren." He magically pulled a full blown outfit out of no where! "WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?! YOUR ASS!?" Armin rolled his eyes and left me to get changed. I looked myself in the mirror again and straightened my bow tie. This is stupid. I wrestled with the slacks a bit before i can finally get them on. I was wearing dress shoes and a white button-down. Ah, screw it. I ripped off the bow tie and popped open a few buttons, revealing my chest. Well at least I can breathe now. I walked with Armin out the door and he shook his head in disapproval but didn't comment. Then we hit the town in ny car. "Hey what happened to Mikasa?" I asked. "She's riding with Potato Girl and her lackeys." Mikasa and Potato Girl? Since when were they friends? Oh well, who cares... We suddenly arrived at the manor the party would take place in. I could already hear the music blasting from all the way out here. "OHOHOHO~! EREN~! ARMIN~! NICE TO SEE YA~!" I did a double take. JEAN?! There is no freaking way. It was painfully obvious that Jean was very drunk. He was plastered to his boyfriend Marco and they were making out against a wall. Well, it's nice to know that they're getting along... I walked in as fast as possible. No need for me to be mentally scarred any more than I already am. There was a grand spiral staircase and people were scattered around. Some sitting on the stairs, some passed out on the couch and others mingling. The stench of alcohol was in the air. Don't freak out we're all legal aged. I walked around with Armin tagging along close behind. I walked onto the dance floor. People were moving to the beat and the colored lights were shining like lazers. I felt a little out of place but walked straight to the bar. Maybe some alcohol would help me unwind. I sat on the stool and glanced around. The bartender asked, "What would it be?" Um. "Scotch sir." A shot glass was set in front of me and i quickly gulped it down. I could already feel the warmth spreading through my chest, like a fire was lit inside of me. "Hey~" said a very sexy potato floating in a martini glass. He pulled down his sunglasses and winked at me. Well, might as well check on my friends. I didn't have to look for long. Armin and Mikasa were whispering together in a corner. I wonder what they're talking about. I walked up and they stopped talking. "Hey Eren~" Mikasa? "Wow you look... different?" I said with a smile. The lights shined off of her dress like a disco ball. It was very pretty. But I know who would look even more beautiful... I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I turned around and gasped. "Levi!"