AN: Dear Cappy1234

I am sorry

Thank you so much

For those who haven't read the reviews Cappy said thy she missed the 'later losers' I usually say at the end of each chapter

I had no idea it was a thing

Is it a thing

I think it's a thing

Oh my god it's a thing holy dicknuggets

I don't know why that made me so happy but it did.

Enjoy this chapter •u•


Chapter 11: One is Silver, the Other Gold

Armin yawned. He needed sleep. Desperately.

He zigzagged his way down the sidewalk, too drowsy to walk a straight path. He walked until he arrived at Capital Comics, the local comic book store.

He stepped inside. It was very small, only about as big as a two large vehicles. Various issues of various comics lined the walls and the shelves in the middle, along with cheap looking action figures and a row of different types of trading cards at the front. He walked to the back of the store, where a curtain hung across the doorway to the back room.

"Sasha...?"

"Armin!"

Suddenly a brunette jumped out from behind the curtain, squealing. She tackled Armin into a shelf of Deadpool comics, knocking a couple over. Armin winced and chuckled half-heartedly.

"Hey girl, hey..." He said, smiling as Sasha pulled away. She grinned.

"Hey, you! How did you know I was covering Reiner's shift?"

"Connie told me. I never got your number and I wanted to hang out so I asked him."

"Oh... I wish I could, but I'm supposed to babysit and hold down the fort here..."

"Babysit? I was not told that sitting on babies was in the job description."

"Neither was I..." Sasha glanced back at the curtain, as if dreading whatever was behind it. She sighed and turned back to Armin.

"His little cousin has been crying all day. Ugh, I finally got him asleep, but I don't know what I'm gonna do if she wakes up." She said, walking back behind the counter. Armin tightened his lip around his teeth in sympathy.

"I wish I could help. Aren't you supposed to be working at the museum today?"

"Yeah, I was. But an exhibit was having 'technical difficulties.'" She said, raising her fingers in imaginary quotation marks. "Something exploded, something else caught on fire... it was pretty bad."

"Oh jeez, did anyone get hurt?"

"Connie sprained his wrist when he fell on it trying to help everyone out of the building, but besides that everyone was fine."

"Well at least he's okay now."

"Yeah." Sasha smiled and rested her elbows next to the cash register.

"I'm hoooome!" A deep, brassy voice called as the bell above the door rang, signaling his entrance. It was Reiner.

"Hey look, there he is." Sasha smiled, leaning forward slightly to watch him in. Reiner nodded at her. "Here I am." He turned to face Armin, noticing him for the first time.

"Hey, Blondie! Long time no see."

"Hey, Also-Blonde." Armin smiled as memories of heated, but friendly, name-calling during history class in high school started fluttering back, filling him with nostalgia. Oh how simple everything was back then. And that was high school. Things would have to be pretty fucked up to think that high school was easy.

"How've you been, Princess?" Reiner asked, leaning against the counter, his butt inches away from Sasha's elbows. She recoiled, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I've been good. How about you, Douche Canoe?"

"Ooh, harsh. That hurt, Goldilocks."

"It was supposed to, Pudding Cups."

Reiner laughed and wrapped his firm, muscular arms around the frail blonde, squeezing him tightly.

"I missed your sass, man." He said, patting him on the back just a little too hard. Armin grunted and smiled, nodding through his slight suffocation.

"I missed your muscles."

Reiner pulled away and flexed his biceps. "You like?"

Armin laughed and nodded. "I like."

"Well this is a touching reunion, but I believe you have a shift to work and I have a day off to return to." Sasha said, slapping what looked like a name tag against his chest. He nodded. "Of course. Thanks for the help, Potato Girl."

"Don't mention it, Assbutt." She rolled her eyes and grabbed Armin's hand, dragging him outside of the shop. "You wanted to hang out, right?"

"Yeah. I was hoping we could go get lunch or something." He said, catching up with her and returning his hand to his side. She smiled at nodded.

"Great, because there's this place I've been dying to go ever since it opened last month."


"Potato Valley. You want to go to Potato Valley." Armin looked the small cafe up and down, awed. I mean, he knew she was called Potato Girl for a reason. But come on.

"It's supposedly really good." Sasha said, aware of Armin's uncertainty. "And they've got every way you could possibly cook a potato in there. I can't just not."

Armin looked at her. "You know what?" He said. A smile creeping onto his face. "Hell yeah. Let's go." He said, his smile spreading into a goofy grin. Sasha squealed and hugged him tightly. "Yes! You're the best, Armin!" She cried, grabbing his hand (and the attention of a few bypassers) ans dragging him inside.

It was small. Only slightly bigger than Capital Comics. A warm wooden interior emphasized the smell of potatoes, which Armin was suddenly developing a craving for. A black wooden counter and a kitchen behind it took up the back corner of the room, with metal chairs and tables and a coffee bar claiming the rest. Armin stared at it with wide eyes. He wondered what potato flavored coffee would taste like.

"You're the first person to agree to come here with me." Sasha said, leading him to the back of the line. Though it wasn't that far, it was pretty much to the door.

"No problem. I've been kinda curious about it myself, actually." He confessed. Sasha laughed. "Well then prepare to quench your curious thirst, my friend." She rubbed her hands together as the person in front of her finished ordering. She stepped up to the counter and licked her lips, scanning the menu eagerly.

"A baked potato. Extra butter. And, umm... a chocolate milkshake. Please." She smiled. Armin raised an eyebrow. "Just a baked potato?" He asked her as the lady at the counter punched it into the register.

She blushed a little. "I don't wanna be that person who orders everything on the menu... at least not yet."

Armin stared at her. "Really. That's ridiculous. You're paying them, they have to give you whatever you want." He said. She shrugged. "Yeah, but..."

"Do not make me go all sassy-gay-friend on you."

"Well now I kinda wanna see it." Sasha laughed.

Armin smiled. "Girl, you gotta stand UP for yoself. You want a potato, you get a potato. You want fries, you GET fries!" He snapped. "Biatch."

Sasha laughed. "Okay, fine..." She smiled slightly and turned back to the lady at the counter. "I'll take a baked potato, a potato shake, and a side of fries. Oh!" She snatched a bag of chips off of a rack beside her. "And these."

The lady raised an eyebrow at her and chuckled. "Okay. Anything else?"

"Nope."

"Are you two paying together or separate?"

"Separate."

"That'll be $15.67."

Sasha handed her a twenty dollar bill. The lady gave her the change and then yelled the order back into the kitchen.

"And you, sweetie?" She said, turning back to Armin. He scanned the menu.

"Would you recommend the potato coffee?"

"Highly."

"Then I'll take a small."

"Just that?"

"Yup."

"$4.84."

Armin gave her a five dollar bill and smiled. "Thanks."

Once the two got their food, they sat down in a booth in the corner. Armin blew on his potato coffee, and Sasha blew on her potato... everything.

"So," Sasha started, stuffing a french fry into her mouth. "What's new? Any particular reason why you wanted to hang out today?" She asked. Armin blinked and looked up at her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, not that I'm not cool with it, but we haven't hung out like this since we graduated. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe even before that."

Armin sighed. "You got me." He said. "I'm having guy troubles."

"Ouch. Care to elaborate?"

"Well... it started when I met this guy, Jean." He began. Sasha nodded and dug into her baked potato. "Mhm."

"And he was totally hot. I mean, like on a scale of one to ten he'd be a seventy three."

"Uhuh."

"And he kisses me on the first date."

"Nice." She crumpled up the empty bag of chips and tossed it into the trashcan about ten feet away. It went in. "Ballin'." She said.

"And so we start dating, and it was going really well, right?"

"Right."

"But then one night he gets drunk and hooks up with his befreckled roommate, Marco."

"Wait, Jean and Marco? As in Jean Kirschtein and Marco Bodt?"

"Yeah... do you know them?"

"Yeah! I totally know them!" She smiled and swallowed a glob of potato. "They live in my apartment complex!"

"You and Connie live there?"

"Yeah! Two doors down. They come over to play our Guitar Hero all the time."

"Small world."

"Very small world." She nodded, finishing her fries. She took a gulp of her potato shake. "But he cheated on you?"

"Yeah. I yelled at him after he told me."

"Well at least he told you and you didn't find out from somebody else."

"Yeah, but it was like he thought he could... get away with it. He kept saying he was sorry and that he was drunk and that he felt awful about it, but somehow I just got the feeling he thought I would forgive him. And I actually might have, if it weren't for that. It just kind of ticked me off, you know? Like, maybe this guy isn't so great after all."

"Yeah, I feel ya."

Sasha stuffed a final bite of her baked potato in her mouth and chewed. "Well," She swallowed, "I can take this shake with me. What do you say we go to the mall and blow all our money? I got five hundred bucks with me, since today was payday." She said. Armin smiled.

"You know what? That sounds great. Thanks, Sasha."

"No problem, Blondie."

AN: I like the idea of Armin being Sasha's GBF. It just makes me really happy. I don't know why.

By the way, Capital Comics and Potato Valley are real places. You can find both in the downtown area of where I live. Before I switched for high school, I used to walk down to Capital Comics all the time after school, because my school was downtown too. There was always the same guy working there, and he always had a baby in the back. I don't know if it was his kid or niece/nephew or what, but it was always there and it was ALWAYS crying. Sometimes he had a dog, too.

Potato Valley is an adorable potato-themed cafe that I've only been to once, and if I ever go back again I'm cosplaying Sasha. Yes, they actually sell potato coffee. And shakes.

I don't know why but I really like including elements from my actual life in this story. I think it's just cool to imagine your favorite characters at your favorite places. If only.

Well, I had to finish this chapter at school, so I'm gonna go before my teachers yell at me. Drop a review on your way out~

Later, losers! (I remembered this time -u-)

-TRG