Chapter 5
Historia, Annie, Mikasa, and Ymir all smiled at each other at the main gates.
"Alright, so do we want to get off campus?" Historia asked.
"That sounds good, but where?" Annie asked
"I know a place," Mikasa offered.
The three girls followed the blackette to a little café just 10 minutes from the college.
"'The Garrison'?" Ymir read the sign above the door. Mikasa nodded.
"A friend of my parents owns it and I have some friends here," she explained.
"Let's do it then.
The four teens entered and was immediately was hit with the aroma of coffee beans, freshly baked goods, and chocolate. It was an old-fashioned place with hardwood floors, sofa's, and an antique woodstove with red flames roaring.
"Mikasa!" a feminine voice called. The girls all turned and came face to face with a pretty woman. Her hair was as silver as moonlight and eyes like blue crystals.
"Hey Rico," Mikasa waved.
"New friends, huh? Is Mikasa Ackerman finally getting out there?" Rico asked.
"School project," Mikasa deadpanned.
"But, yes, we are all friends," Historia added quickly. She shot Mikasa an pointed look.
"So, what can I get for you girls?" Each girl ordered a drink and a pastry on the side. They sat in a booth by the woodstove and took out all of their needed things.
"Alright, so we have the title and general idea of the genre we are doing, so let's get some lyrics down," Historia said. With nods around the table, Historia labeled the lined paper with names and date. They started the first verse until their beverages arrived.
"This hot chocolate is one of the best I have ever had," Annie said, taking another sip.
"They make it with chocolate milk and chocolate shavings and mix it in with cream," Mikasa said.
"Apple Strudels? My new favorite desert," Ymir said, crunching into more of its flaky goodness. The girls enjoyed their baked goods and then got back to their lyrics while casually sipping coffee.
"We are who we are, who we are, who we are. Pretty is just a pretty word." Historia wrote out the lyrics and bit the end of her pencil.
"Girls, this guy has been staring at us for the past 5 minutes," Ymir pointed out. Each girl stopped and turned towards where Ymir pointed.
"Isn't that..?" Historia started.
"Yes," Mikasa sighed. "Hey, Eren," Mikasa waved him over. The brunette hesitated, but he made his way over.
"Sorry, I probably looked a little creepy staring at you," Eren apologized.
"Not at all…" Ymir muttered. Mikasa elbowed her.
"Is there something you wanted?" the blackette asked.
"Well, not really, I was just wondering what you were up to," he said, bashfully.
"Just working on an assignment."
"Oh, that's great, real…great," Eren trailed off when Mikasa raised an eyebrow.
"Listen, there is something I did want to ask you," Eren added. Mikasa ignored the smirk from Annie, the delighted smile from Historia, and Ymir's not-so-secret snicker.
"Okay," she said.
"It's about tonight…" he trailed off.
Oh,no, Mikasa thought. What if he realizes I might see this another way? What if he doesn't want that kind of relationship with me? Not that I want a relationship, Mikasa stopped herself. No way was she going down that road. She didn't let herself be attracted to anyone and she wasn't starting now. "What about tonight?"
"Well, I was wondering what restaurant you wanted to go to," he said. Mikasa's breath hitched and she sighed.
"Oh, well, I am a fan of seafood," Mikasa shrugged.
"Another thing we have in common," Eren smiled, and Mikasa returned it. "Great so 7 then?" Mikasa nodded. "See you then!" and he hurried back to his friends who were all teasing him when he rejoined their group.
"Real smooth," Ymir said as she took her last sip of coffee.
"Wow Mikasa, there was some real tension there," Annie pointed out. Mikasa turned to her.
""There was?" the blackette asked.
"Yeah, the lustful kind," Annie continued. Mikasa's face reddened.
"What the hell, Annie! We barely know each other," Mikasa snapped. Annie only smiled.
"Think about it, Ackerman. When you go to a place like this, made to make dreams come true? Bet it does magic on the idea of romance."
Classes went by quick enough and Mikasa was waiting outside the side doors for Eren. She had gotten a text from Levi during last period saying that she needed to drive Eren home. Levi had plans that night, but he didn't elaborate.
"Where the hell is he?" Mikasa asked herself. She checked her phone. School ended 10 minutes ago, she would have been pulling into her driveway right about now. The side door burst open, making the blackette whip around. Eren stood, leaning against the door, breathing heavily.
"Sorry, got caught up with a teacher," He breathed out. Mikasa shrugged.
"Whatever, let's just get going," Mikasa said, taking her car keys out of her bag. She started walking towards the parking lot, and Eren hastily followed. Unlocking her car, Mikasa climbed into the driver's seat, Eren mirroring her. Once they were on the road, Eren started conversation.
"So…" Mikasa glanced at him. "How was school?"
"Good, the girls and I managed to get the first verse and chorus done," she explained. Eren nodded.
"So, who were the girls? I know Annie and I saw you with the little blonde earlier." Mikasa stopped at the traffic lights.
"The little blonde is Historia and the tall brunette is Ymir," she said.
"Oh, what's your band name?" Mikasa raised an eyebrow at him.
"What's with the questions?"
"Nothing, just trying to make small talk," he shrugged and faced the window.
"Little Mix is the name of our band by the way," Mikasa answered.
"Cool name…"
The garage door opened and Mikasa pulled into the garage. She shut the car off and grabbed her things from the back seat.
"I'm heading to my room, the girls and I are calling to work on the song," Mikasa explained getting out of the car.
"Alright, I'm heading to mine as well, gotta finish my nature sketch." The two headed to the kitchen.
"We are going to be alone tonight," Mikasa explained.
"We are?" The girl nodded.
"Levi said not to expect him until late, and my parents are catching a flight to New York tomorrow to get to a conference meeting," she explained.
"Right," Eren responded.
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Oh, uh, whatever works, I'm not picky." Eren placed his bag on the island counter.
"Fine, I'll choose then," the girl smiled and headed upstairs.
"It better be good," Eren shouted.
"Bite me!" Mikasa shouted back. Eren shook his head, but smiled.
After almost about an hour and a half of working, Eren decided to take a nap, until he was rudely awoken to clanging down in the kitchen.
"What the actual…?" Eren threw his covers off himself and started to head downstairs. "Mikasa?" Eren called. He heard another crash and hurried down to the kitchen. He sighed in relief when he saw the female picking up a pot off the floor that had fallen off the pan hanger. "Christ Mikasa, what are you doing?"
"Sorry, I was just grabbing a pan and the pot attacked me…it won," Mikasa said. Eren couldn't help it, he started to laugh. Mikasa looked at him. "It's not funny, Eren!" she snapped. Eren inhaled loudly and took a breath.
"It really is," he said, walking farther into the kitchen. Mikasa crossed her arms.
"I'm cooking you dinner, be nice." Mikasa scolded him and turned to the stove.
"Sorry, sorry, I appreciate it, can I help at all?" Eren asked, standing next to her. Mikasa shook her head.
"No, it's fine. I'm just making some basic pasta."
"I see, we have to reschedule our date though," Eren pointed out. Mikasa paused to look at him.
"That was a date?" Eren frowned.
"Was I not clear?" he asked hesitantly. Mikasa shook her head. "Well, shit, luckily we didn't have it tonight, or it would have gotten really awkward, really fast." Mikasa smiled, and then laughed.
"No kidding,Casanova," she teased.
"Whatever," Eren rolled his eyes playfully.
"If you really want to help, I have something you can do," Mikasa said, putting the pot of water on boil.
"What is it?" The girl turned back to him with a smirk.
"My parents aren't usually home, of course, but Levi wouldn't let me, but he isn't here," Mikasa drawled. Eren raised a selective eyebrow. "There's a wine cellar downstairs, what do you say we split a bottle of red?" she asked. Eren laughed.
"How classy, be back in two minutes."
During dinner, the wine started to affect them and the dinner plates were scraped clean.
"That dinner was fantastic!" Eren said, waving his wine glass around.
"Thanks!" Mikasa said, flattered.
"Will you make me dinner every night?" Eren asked in a sing-song voice. Mikasa giggled.
"Of course!" she cried. Mikasa took another sip of wine, and Eren grinned.
"You're pretty," he said. The blackette looked at him with wide eyes.
"You're just drunk," she said simply. Eren shook his head.
"Nope! I'm not drunk, and I'm not kidding, you are hot." Mikasa blushed and turned away.
"Eren, stop."
"Why should I? I'm appreciating you, haven't you been complimented before?" Eren asked.
"Not by a boy…" she admitted.
"What? Are you serious?" Mikasa nodded. The boy leaned back in his chair. "Unbelievable," he said in awe.
"Not really," Mikasa stated. Eren got up and gestured for her to do the same. When she did, he grabbed her shoulders.
"It is unbelievable, how have no guys complimented you?" he asked quietly. Mikasa's heart sped up at their close proximity.
"Eren…" Said boy shook his head and put a hand on her cheek. He leaned to her ear and she shivered.
"Guess what? I'm drunk," Eren admitted.
"Really?" Mikasa whispered back. When Eren leaned back, he stared into her eyes. She stared right back, but her heart stopped completely when his eyes wandered down to look at her mouth. He leaned in, and she let him. She had time to think "Oh, God", before his lips met hers and lightning sparked throughout her entire body.