[A/N: And I'm back! So, this is yet another crazy chapter. Anyhow, I'd like to say thank you for all of your support. You guys, are keeping Andi alive. Every new comment, follow and favorite gives me the push to write. ]

"Shhhh! It's just me Andi!" Said Theodore. Stupid, fucking handsome Theodore! While standing behind me like some killer in a trashy, slasher horror film!

"What are you doing here?" Now that he's in front of me, all I feel is anger. Well, technically I had to turn around for him to be in front of me.

"I need to talk to you."

"I don't care. How did you even get in here? You know what? That's not important. Erwin's room is just a couple of feet away and I am sure he'll come running the moment he hears me scream." My head's blank. No, my mind's blank. I'm just angry. Erwin should be here. He'd tell me what to do. He's the Jack Donaghy to my Liz Lemon.

"No. Just, please listen." He begged, stepping closer.

"That's it!" I was about to scream when he rushed to me, and stopped me from opening my mouth. How? By kissing me!

There we were, in my big ass, super pastel room, me wearing a white (with green flowers!) fluffy dress and him and his perfect face, perfect hair and … I can't remember what he was wearing. It was all so sudden. And yes, I'm letting him kiss me. Wait, I shouldn't let him do this. I feel, horrible.

I pushed him off. "Stop. Stop this. What do you think you're doing?"

"Andi, I …" He started, but then he turned his attention to my dress. After looking me up and down, he sighed, "you look so beautiful." His gorgeous green eyes found mine, and I felt my knees give up a little. Damn his gorgeous eyes! He then motioned to kiss me again, but finally this time, I found the courage to push him away before the kiss.

"Stop it! Stop … toying with me! I'm so confused, I don't understand what's going on in that head of yours! One day you ask me to be your wife, then you kiss me, then I found out you're marrying someone else, then you trespassed into my room to kiss me again?! What the hell?" I can't help it. I was crying by then. "I just … I don't understand."

It was so hard to breathe. I felt like I did a hundred laps around HQ, and did so while trying to keep up in a conversation with Hange, all while a naked-ass titan chasing me. My heart feels like it's gonna burst. I hate this feeling.

Two strong arms wound around me. I tried to resist, but he was strong. Or maybe I was just a crying, snotty mess by then. I don't know. But I think he was trying to comfort me despite my protests.

"Why, Theo?" I give up.

He took a deep breath, and as he talked, his voiced break quite a few times. Also, I know for a fact he was crying, too.

"I'm sorry. I should've told you everything."

"Now's a good time, don't you think?"

But we didn't go straight to talking though. We took our time calming down, hugging each other. When my breathing was steady enough to be deemed regular, I broke the embrace, "let me change out of this first."

"Alright."

While I was gathering my sleepwear, I finally got a good look at Theodore. He was in his pajamas – I assume. It's a button down mauve shirt and black pants. Weird. Can't believe he left home in that.

I went to the bathroom and change into a moss green shirt and beige pants. Pajamas.

I found him sitting pretty on my bed, despite the abundance of chairs in this room! I have a freaking sofa set in here! I went on to sit at the vanity, where I was planning to sit on before.

I cleared my throat. "So, you want to talk?"

"Yes. Well to start off, I don't want to marry Sybille. Believe me. I've known her almost my whole life and I just can't see her like that. But my father, he had other ideas, see. When I joined the Survey Corps for real, he wasn't too happy about it. I'm the heir, the only son. And a few months ago, he finally struck the deal with the Luitgards. I was to wed their daughter."

"A few months ago?"

"Yes. But by then, I was already … smitten with you. I always have been, Andi. And when father told me about this, arranged marriage, I panicked! "

"So, you proposed to me?"

"Yes. I was hoping father would call it off with the Luitgards. And I also get to be your husband. I know how this sounds, Andi. But trust me, my feelings are true. I am desperate, I even got you that white dress. But that isn't enough. All I want is you."

I feel bile coming up at the back of my throat. I wanna throw up. He didn't want to marry that girl because he doesn't love her, same reason I said no to him. We are literally in the same boat, and I seriously wasn't really supposed to be in it! If he knows how it feels, why is he forcing it on me? Why drag me into this? It's not like it's my fault he fell in love with me.

"It isn't white. It has green flowers." I told him. Seriously, I want to ram his head but I'm exhausted – emotionally and mentally.

He smiled. "You look very lovely in it."

Silence wrapped around us. I should phrase what I'm going to tell him carefully. I said it so myself – he knows how he made me feel. I can run away from him – heck I already did. It wasn't him who dragged me here. He can't run away from this … or can he? If he decides to run away, he won't be the rich kid anymore. He'd be thrown into the harsh reality of working for a living. What's more, he won't get to marry the girl he loves.

There's still no way I'd marry him. I do feel sorry for him, but I love myself more than I love him. What do I tell him? He's like a brother to me? But that seems gross. I liked kissing him. And I definitely wouldn't like that if I do see him as a brother.

Despite my emotionally addled brain, I need to clearly explain how I feel. I need him to understand without making him feel worse. To start it off, I moved from the vanity to the bed and sat beside him.

"Let me get this straight, okay? A few months ago, your father informed you about an arranged marriage with that girl. Then you didn't want it to happen. You don't love her, and at the same time you actually are in love with someone and that's me. So, you asked me to marry you, hoping I'd say yes and your father will call off the engagement?"

"Yes."

By then, his hand was wrapped on mine. And I let him. I felt like this is something we both need.

"I'm scared. The thought of marriage scares me. It's too sudden. And wise men say, only fools rush in." Ah, yes. The mighty words of Elvis.

"I know. I'm … I'm sorry for putting you through this. I guess I'm also a fool."

I was at a loss for words. Not because of emotion, no. It's because all I could think of saying are just really mean things. Like, you think? Or, you better be sorry. In the end, though, I just smiled. No – wait.

"Poor fool." I said. Badumn tss. Theodore smiled at that. It sounded too much like purple. I know, our humor standards our pretty low. But that smile was short lived.

Theodore sighed, dropping on the bed. He was looking thoughtfully at the ceiling before he continued, "I don't know what to do." Then he looked at me, as if I held all the answers in the world. Sadly, I do not.

I let go of an exaggerated sigh, like the drama queen that I am, and joined Theodore. We are now both staring at the ceiling, side-by-side and our breath are almost in sync. "I can't tell you what to do. I can't – rather, I shouldn't decide for you." I turned on my side to look at him, and he did the same. He looks so torn.

I took a deep breath, because that's what you do before saying something in serious moments such as this. "You know, someone told me before, that each decision you make holds meaning only by affecting your next decision. So, whatever you choose to do, make sure you won't regret it. Follow your father and get married tomorrow, or be disowned and live like an average person, or maybe try to go back to the Survey Corps. Heck! Be a doctor!" I said. Ugh. Why did I give him ideas? I was supposed to let him decide!

He looked at me as he processed my words. He really is thinking hard about this. Anyone would, in his position.

"Thank you, Andi." He said with a smile. Finally, I think that line I used was magic. It was the same thing Erwin told me days before. Though Theodore still looked conflicted, it seemed like his load was lighter than before.

Out of nowhere (as we lay still on the bed, facing each other), his hand flew to mine and brought it to his face before kissing it. He laughed, somehow, it sounded different than usual.

"For old time's sake." He said with a grin.

"Alright." And so, we're back to our staring contest. But then a thought popped into my head.

"Oh, before I forget, how did you get in here?"

"Well, this is one of my father's mansions, so I kind of have a key." He said sheepishly.

"Of course, you own this house. And what's with the dress? You said you got it for me?"

At that, he flushed a deep scarlet, and he finally released my hand. Grabbing a pillow, he turned on his stomach and buried his face on the pillow, muffling this awful sound that he's making – it's like the laugh of a Brushtail possum.

"Hey!" It's pretty clear that this guy's a drama king. Imagine us be husband and wife? Drama king and drama queen, and we'll have little drama babies running around. LOL. Kidding aside, his ears (ear; at least the one I can see from where I am, which is beside him) are red, so as his neck.

With a grunt, he faced me and told me, "it's embarrassing."

"What could possibly be that embarrassing?" I asked whist laughing. And that prompted him to go back to suffocating himself. All that was left for me to do was to continue laughing and to stare at his hair. It's pretty nice to see him flustered like this. I can't help but to think that if we had more moments like this, I might have fallen in love with him.

Through the past year, I've known him, we only talk about casual and random things. Stories and poems, expeditions and theories – those kinds of stuff. I just realized we've only scratched the surface of each other's personality – and yet he loves me? At least he says he does. Or maybe he does feel that way. Heck, Jack and Rose fell in love in what, three days? Romeo and Juliet in one day? I guess some people are just like that. And some are like me – cold hearted.

Okay, not cold hearted. Just not into that stuff.

Theodore seemed to stop making that noise. Oh no, is he dead? Did he suffocate himself?

"Hey." I nudged his shoulder. Nothing. Oh boy. I sat up and turned him around, and his eyes were closed and he looked, peaceful?

"Fuck!"

I hurriedly planted my ear on his chest, and phew! There was a heartbeat. This idiot's still alive, just asleep. I resumed my position beside him and observed his handsome face. He really looks lovely. I can't help myself, so I touched his hair. I tried to move a stray from his face – but who am I kidding? I just wanted to touch his face.

Why is it that even though you don't love someone, you get to urge to touch them? Hell, even to kiss them! Or is that, love? Meh. It isn't, right? Ugh. Judy Blume's Then Again, Maybe I Won't should have prepared me for this. Wait, was that right? Was it Summer Sisters? Whatever, that's beside the point. I just freshly finished my teenage years, so of course, I'd be confused about this.

Seriously, though, I shouldn't really feel like kissing him. I should never allow him to kiss me again. I should never kiss him back.

Hmm, then again, maybe I would.

I sighed. Just thinking about all these is making me tired, both mentally and emotionally.

Muffled noises were surrounding me, and I could hear a couple of hurried footsteps. Wait, they sound far away. I stirred, but I couldn't move. Finally opening my eyes, I finally found out why I can't move.

"Why does this always happen to me?" I hissed. Why? I woke up with my face on Theodore's chest. This guy has his arms around me! This is Farlan 2.0. I looked up to his face, and boy, for someone asleep he looked tired? His forehead's knotted, eyebrows drawn close together. I managed to move my hand somehow, and I tried to smooth over his forehead. I did good. And he seemed to be in a really deep sleep.

He looked so tired. I guess I never really did consider how he feels about everything that's happening to him. I'm starting to feel sorry.

Putting aside my sympathy, I need to get out of here. Learning from what happened with Farlan before, I turned on my stomach this time. I would like not to be groped this time.

"Success!" It took me, maybe three minutes to escape his iron grip. Surprisingly, he's still asleep. I decided to freshen up and get out of this pajama.

Donning my SC uniform – minus the 3DM gear and the jacket. I'm wearing this only because I don't have anything else to wear. I can't exactly wash my clothes here – heck, I wasn't even the one who brought this uniform here!

Thump! Thump!

Hmm? I went to the door. Looking out the window, it's still dawn. Who could this be?

I opened it, and the tall figure of Erwin loomed over me.

"Sup?" With the door open, I could finally hear people rushing about. Their whispers and footsteps echoes around.

"Have you seen Theodore Van Rumpade? He seems to be missing." Erwin asked me, without any preamble.

Shit. He's sleeping on my bed. OH FUCK! I was about to look behind me, but I stopped myself midway.

I quickly looked back at Erwin. Hurry, Andi! Where's your sassiness now?

"Uhm … Why are you asking me?"

"I think you're the one he wanted to see the most. Any chance he sought you out?"

Erwin's gaze was so intense, I feel myself breaking under it. I steal another glance. Wait, don't look Andi!

Erwin's hand shot to the door, an eyebrow up in the air.

Too late. He went it.

"Wait." He saw him. There was Theodore, whom in my absence was sprawled eagle on the bed – my bed! What would anyone who'd see this think? What would Erwin think? I Erwin looked … mad? He was furious.

"Wait!" I said again, this time my hand was on Erwin's arm. He turned to me so fast, and leaned down intimidatingly close. A shiver went down my spine. I've never seen him like this before – and I've seen him fight titans. I gulped, but there was nothing to swallow. My throat had suddenly become very dry.

"I can explain!" I whispered, afraid I'd wake up Theodore. I don't want to wake him up. I think him being awake would only complicate things more. At least that's what I think at the moment, with Erwin staring me down.

"Then explain!" He hissed.

"He asked me again last night and I said no again then we cried and we talked a bit then he fell asleep then I fell asleep that's it!" I rushed out, without taking a breath.

"Honestly! That's it."

Erwin continued looking at me, eyes as narrowed as they can be. He then moved his hand to his forehead, finally covering his eyes.

"This really was a horrible idea. Pack your things, Andi. I shouldn't have brought you here."

"What?"

"We'll leave today, you and I don't have to be at the wedding. Pack up. I'll inform the commander. You must be ready to leave when I come back."

And just like that he was out. I was frozen in place. What the hell did just happen? I turned to the bed and lo and behold! Theodore was still fast asleep. Oh no. I rushed about and gathered my stuff. Good thing I only have one suitcase and a handful of clothes. No one should see me here. Heck, even without seeing me, people will get the wrong idea!

Shit, shit, shit! I could feel tears beginning to pool on my eyes. I finally finished packing and decided to wait out by the door. Luckily, Erwin was just coming back when I got there.

"I'll just grab my things." He said, powerwalking to his bedroom. A few moments, uncle Keith arrived.

"Erwin told me." He said before I could even utter a word.

"We just talked." I say anyway. He just gave me a grim smile.

"I know. I'll take care of this." He said, as Erwin reappeared from his room.

"Let's go."

Without any questions, I followed closely behind. I didn't look back.