So, I've had this idea for a while and wanted to put it into action. Basically, Ymir's a 19-year-old mute and is living in that awkward limbo between highschool and college. She's in New York and pretty well off, but she doesn't feel like she's ready to take on the world just yet. So she's waiting until she's 20 or so to hop into the big bad world of adult education. Krista's the new, blonde cutie who just moved in a couple doors down from Ymir's place.

This is actually my first fic on here, so if you'd give me some advice or tips, that'd be awesome.

Alright, I'll stop mumbling. Enjoy.

I blinked my eyes open, my blue ceiling slowly coming into focus. The gentle, if minimal, light that filtered through my curtains was enough to shake me out of my lingering drowsiness. My room was cold, a subtle damp feeling about it. I could hear deep voices echo throughout the corridors of the building, and faint shrieking of little children; the plumbing pipes had also decided to make an appearance in the 6 AM orchestral concert, creaking and shuddering in a not-so-reassuring way.

It was Saturday.

Breathing out a stream of air, I rolled up, glancing lazily at my alarm clock. It was just a bit before six; just enough time for me to make it. I hastily threw on some sweatpants I found on the floor, and jogged myself over to the door. I grabbed my shoes, not even looking to see which ones, pulled down my tank-top so it would fully cover my abdomen, and threw open the door.

My steps were wide and slow as I drowsily made my way over to the elevator. Barely touching it, my fingers brushed lightly against the 'down' arrow that rested upon the wall. As I waited for the slowly-functioning machine to haul its way up to me, I caught a glimpse of a streak of white whizzing around the corner, right towards me. Its speed was too much for my still vulnerable eyes as I tried to identify the lightning fast rocket. It did not stop its race, still sprinting towards me. Now, I don't know about you, but I am not able to react very quickly to anything at 6 AM; especially small, fast things. So could you really blame me when the furball jumped up and attached itself to my chest?

A distinct ding signaled the elevator behind me opening, as my momentum was thrown into the small little room. I heard shouting, someone screaming "Lightning" over and over, their shrill voice echoing throughout the corridors. As I was forced into the elevator, my elbow managed to hit the 'open door button' repeatedly as I tried to get the—what was that? A dog? Wait, actually I think that was a dog. Oh geez, now I can't remember. Whatever, I think it was a dog, so we're going with that—white dog detached from my chest. The elevator doors were still open, so I could easily get a glimpse of a long stream of blonde hair flash by. "Lightning," the hair called, "Lightning, where are you!?"

I tried to signal frantically to her, but, in case you're not aware, it's a bit difficult to move your arms and, in extension, body, when there's a dog clinging desperately to them. Noticing the elevator doors starting to close, I kicked the open door sign, attempting to get the—now that I could properly see her face—girl's attention.

As if she could hear my intentions she whipped her head to the elevator, her eyes widening in shock and apology.

"Oh-Oh my God!"

She rushed in, gently detangling 'Lightning's claws from my white, now slobbery, tank top. I could finally get a good look at her, and I was speechless. (Ha-ha).

She had an innocent-looking face, complete with full, round, rosy cheeks. Her long blonde locks framed her beautifully shaped face, almost as if the lightly-colored hair was caressing her creamy skin. She had long eyelashes that set off her gorgeous reflective blue eyes in a way that made my knees feel weak. Her plump, pink lips drew my eyes to them as I scrutinized every detail. Even though I didn't know her name yet, I was already envisioning our mouths meeting in a fiery passion.

"I…I'm Krista." My breathing hitched when I heard her voice, my ears drinking up the naturally gentle, high tone. Said voice was enough to snap me out of my—what I believed to be—subtle scrutinizing of her features. She was perfect; in every way.

But here came the hard part. You see, being a mute, you'd expect me to know sign language, right? Well, I was going to get around to it—I swear!—but I found out about this new show, it's an anime or something, and then I discovered this cult thing called 'Cosplay' and—

Point being; I didn't know sign language.

I had just started to raise my arms, to initiate the start to a long and awkward 'conversation', when the elevator plunked down and the doors behind Krista slid open. Relieved, I saluted to her with two fingers, rushing out the doorway.

"H-Hey!" She called out from behind me. "What's your name?"

I turned around while I was running out of my apartment building's lobby, now jogging backwards. I was way passed the front desk, so I couldn't just go and grab a pen and paper to give her my name (and number), and, as stated, I didn't know sign language. I sighed deeply, resorting to my bottom-line method.

I spread my arms out above my head, as if jumping for joy. "Y."

Then, I curved them, letting my fingertips touch the top of my scalp. "M."

Next, I put them both up in the air, straight as a stick. Or boner, whichever you prefer. "I."

Finally, I raised one arm, as if in a classroom, and, with the other, drew an invisible circle next to the raised arm, and a slanted line after it. "R."

"YMIR."

I could see—Krista, was it?—trying to piece it together; and I couldn't blame her, the "R" threw most people off. She cocked her head and furrowed her brows, into the most adorable expression I'd ever see. But then her eyes lit up and were burning with a question.

"Ymir…!?" I nodded, overjoyed, and gave her two thumbs up, unable to stop the giddy grin from spreading across my face.

And after that, I crashed into the lobby's revolving door.

So, what'd you think? I admit, I did get pretty lazy on the way down, but besides that, how was it?