Hello, boys and girls! Welcome to the sequel to the hit story "The Ghost of Christa Lenz." (OK, maybe I'm exagerrating, but it is the only Armin/Christa story to reach over 25 favorites. Alright, maybe that's a bit unfair, considering that that was the only full length Armin/Christa story.) But anyway, I suggest that you go read the first story before this one, just so everything is cleared up. I hope that my faithful readers from last time will make their return for this story. Honestly, without the fans, I'd be a wreck!
So, anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy this story!
Armin groaned as his eyes slowly opened. The crack of dawn barely slittered its way into his eyelids, although he still let out a hiss. Yawning, the blonde sat up in bed, and stretched. His eyes fully opened, and he smiled. He heard the familiar sound of bird callings as light peeked through the window. Armin stood up, and stretched again. Scratching his back, Armin made his way towards his wardrobe. Tossing it open, he lazily sorted through the various shirts. He finally settled on a black long sleeve that read "Thug Lyfe" on it. (A gracious gift from Connie.)
Armin shimmied into his shirt, and reached for a pair of jeans. He glanced out the window as he pulled up his pants. For some reason, a chill made its way up his spine. Armin turned around, expecting his phantom girlfriend to be standing behind him. However, there was no one. Armin bit his lip, and glanced back out the window. This time, he saw a crow perched on the branch of a tree. The bird locked eyes with Armin, before cawing loudly, and flying away. Armin stared after it, tilting his head. Finally, he shook it. Whatever it was was just probably nothing.
Armin finished getting dressed, and reached for his red backpack. He slung the bag over his shoulder, and opened his bedroom door. He walked through the halls, until finally reaching the stairs. He hesitated, unsure of something. He shook his head. 'What's gotten into you, Armin?' He asked himself. The blonde sighed, and walked down the stairs. He began to whistle a tune to himself, and entered the kitchen. His mouth watered as the sudden smell of eggs, bacon, and pancakes entered his nostrils. Standing at the stove, wielding a spatula in her hands, was Armin's ghostly girlfriend: Christa Lenz. The phantom servant was currently singing "Someone Like You" by Adelle softly to herself as she flipped a pancake. Armin chuckled, and Christa turned her head, smiling.
"Good morning, Armin." She greeted warmly. Armin smiled, and wrapped his arms around Christa.
"I'm telling you, Christa," he said. "You should seriously try out for the talent show." Ever since Christa had joined Armin's school under the name "Historia Reiss" two months ago, she had quickly become quite popular with everyone.
The ghost girl blushed, and went back to her cooking. "I'm not that good." She muttered. "Plus, I'd rather stick to my photography." She nodded her head towards the black camera that rested on the table. Ever since she had joined the school, Christa had discovered she had a thing for photography. Ever since then, it had become her second favorite thing in life, next to Armin. Armin just shrugged.
"Alright," he said. "But I really think you should think about it." Christa nodded, and grabbed a plate. She placed some food on it, and handed it to Armin. Armin took it almost possessively, holding it close to his chest. He immediately realized what he had done, and blushed softly. Christa giggled, and held her hand to her mouth. Armin scratched the back of his head, and sat down at the kitchen table. Christa sat down across from him, and rested her chin on her hand. she watched as Armin took a bite of his eggs, and smiled softly as she saw his reaction. It was like the mixture of a brony getting laid by Twilight Sprinkle or whatever her name was (yes, I'm using that joke again) and recieving a gift from God.
Suddenly, the two heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. Christa glanced up, before disappearing. Armin sighed as his grandfather entered, a grin plastered on the old one's face. He quickly grabbed his coffee mug, and began making it. Armin sighed as his grandfather silently danced to some Fifties song that was playing in his mind. Armin shook his head. 'At least he isn't drinking his coffee on the toilet again.' He thought. His grandfather took a glance at the perfectly made breakfast on the stove. He whistled, and turned his gaze to his grandson.
"Damn Armin, how do you do it?" He murmured. Shaking his head, the old man grabbed himself a plate, and began to fill it up with bacon. Armin bit his lip.
"Just bacon isn't good for you, Grandpa." He warned. "You should lay off a little." His grandfather scowled.
"Damn it, Armin." He hissed. "I was born because of bacon, and if need be I'm gonna die because of bacon." And with those words, he grabbed his plate and mug, and sat down across from Armin. The blonde simply tilted his head, 'What?' He thought. Shaking his head, Armin continued eating his breakfast.
After a few moments of silence, Armin's grandfather cleared his throat. "So, how is that girlfriend of yours?" He asked. "What's her name again?"
"Historia." Armin answered bluntly. His grandfather nodded. Armin took a deep breath. "She's good. She's really into photography." The old man tapped his chin for a moment, before smirking.
"So, you're like her nude model or something?" He teased, nudging Armin with his shoulder. Armin instantly turned red, and shook his head.
"N-no!" He protested. "She doesn't do pornography!" Armin's grandfather shrugged, and took a sip of his coffee.
"Is that what kids today are calling it?" He wondered. "Back in my day, they were known as 'Jumbling Nudies.' " Armin banged his head against the table, trying to knock himself out. Instead, he just started to get a headache. His grandfather chuckled, and shook his head. He stood up. "Well, we should be heading out now." Armin nodded, and quickly stood up.
Soon they were in the old mustang, and once again Armin's grandfather struggled with the ignition. He grumbled something, and gave the keys a rough twist. He smirked in satisfaction as the engine roared to life. "Ain't dead yet." He cackled. He then pulled out of the driveway, and drove off down the road. Armin sighed, and glanced at the window. He narrowed his eyes as he saw something following them. A crow? Before Armin could process this, the crow disappeared into the woods. Armin stared at where it once was, but finally shook his head. Then a familiar song reached his ears, and his eyes widened. Then they began to tear up, and he turned to his grandfather.
"You monster." He whispered. Armin's grandfather chuckled, and turned up the volume. Armin began to cry as he listened to what was playing.
Puff the Magic Dragon.
...
When the old mustang pulled up at the school, Armin slowly opened the door, "Puff the Magic Dragon" still lingering in his mind. His grandfather said goodbye, before driving away. Armin sighed, but then felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, only for his lips to be captured by a softer pair. His eyes widened briefly, before they slowly relaxed. He wrapped his arms around Christa, and gently began to kiss her back. They finally pulled away, and stared into each other's eyes. Christa had traded out her signature white dress today for a light red T-shirt, a white skirt that reached to her knees, and white boots.
"Beautiful as always." Armin complimented. Christa giggled, and quickly reached for her camera, which was hanging by its strap around her neck, and snapped a picture of Armin. Armin felt his eyes widen from the sudden flash, and he blinked several times. Christa giggled, and playfully punched Armin's shoulder.
"We better get to class, Armin." She told him. Armin nodded, and held out his arm. Christa smiled, and quickly put on her glasses. These glasses were sort of her alternate ego, also known as Historia Reiss. She linked arms with her boyfriend, and they entered the school together.
They had first period together, which was history with Mr. Hoover, the man who saved Armin's life. The teacher was currently locked in another battle with Flappy Bird, and his eys were filled with determination. Then, a look a joy started to spread across his face, but it quickly formed into a look of despair. "No!" He exclaimed. The class chuckled, and Mr. Hoover seemed to remember where he was. He sighed, and waved at Armin and Christa. They waved back, and sat down at their seats.
Mr. Hoover was one of the few people to know that Christa was a ghost, the other being Auruo Bossard, the man who was in charge of investigating Christa's murder. Of course, it took some getting used to. Mr. Hoover had actually taken part of Christa's murder, but his redemption had made him into a really good and trusted friend. Auruo had been quite surprised, but didn't overreact. Instead, he offered to help Armin and Christa in any way he could.
As Armin took his seat by Mikasa, one of his friends, he watched as Christa took her seat. Christa sat next to Eren, Armin's best friend. Armin had a feeling that Eren had a bit of a crush on Christa, but he ignored it. He didn't doubt Christa's loyalty, and he knew Eren wasn't one to act out on his feelings. As far as he was concerned, he had nothing to worry about. Armin sighed as Mr. Hoover continued his lesson. He found himself glancing at Christa, who was writing down notes. Armin sighed.
Eren took another peek at Historia. Damn, was it considered creepy or obsessive to admire her like this? Originally, he promised himself that he wouldn't fall for another person again. He had suffered a harsh breakup from his bitch of an exgirlfriend Hitch Dreyse. But with Historia, she was just so perfect. The way she walked, talked, laughed, took photography. She was also the most beautiful person Eren had ever laid his eyes on. Eren sighed, and tried to get back to the lesson.
...
Christa was walking out of the class with Armin. The two were talking, but then Armin told her he needed to use the restroom. After he had left, Christa made her way towards math with Mr. Pixis. But soon she heard someone call out to her. She turned around, and saw Eren nervously approach her. Christa tilted her head. Why did Eren look so nervous? He was usually a confident guy. She tilted her head.
"Listen, Historia," Eren started. He scratched the back of his neck. "I was wondering if...you...maybe..."
"Hey Historia!" Armin's voice called out. Christa turned around, and smiled.
"Hello, Armin." She greeted. Armin then led Christa away, leaving Eren to himself. Armin narrowed his eyes slightly. So Eren DID have a crush on Christa. The blonde sighed. Sooner or later, he would have to reveal his relationship with Christa.
Eren stared after the two, before banging his fist into the locker next to him. 'Damn it, Jaeger!' He thought bitterly. Sighing, the brunette shouldered his backpack, and walked towards his next class.
Puff the Magic Dragon is a sad as hell song! Just listen to it! Anyway, first it was ChristaxArminxMikasa, now it's ArminxChristaxEren. Yeesh, don't you just love drama? Anyway, don't forget to review! And remember, stay wykkyd!
