Chapter 10
Mikasa walked throughout her mansion making sure everything was in order. Having guests over for the first time was a big deal, regardless if they were friends or not.
The minute Eren got home, he escaped to his room and hadn't come out all evening. The only words he spoke to her were "goodnight" before he retreated upstairs. Mikasa didn't pry him, nor did she try to reason with him. Whenever she wanted to be alone, she made sure everyone around her knew. No disturbances, let her come to them. To say she felt awful about what happened between herself and Eren was an understatement. When she really thought about it, she realized she was very cold with her words. She should've considered Eren's feelings and the feelings she had for him.
An excited knock on the front door snapped Mikasa back and she couldn't help the butterflies nesting in her stomach.
"This could either go really good or really bad," Mikasa muttered to herself. She walked across the main foyer and opened the double front doors to all three girls. "Welcome, micasa eu su casa, literally." Historia laughed as she and the girls entered.
In the middle of the foyer, Annie and Ymir couldn't help but admire the breathtaking entrance to the Ackerman mansion.
"Man, I could get used to this," Ymir said, looking up at the sparkling mosaic skylight.
"It's no big deal," Mikasa rubbed the back of her neck. All three girls stared at her. "Come on up to my room," Mikasa started to lead them up the stairs.
"So modest..." Ymir said to the other two.
On the journey to her chambers the three band mates admired the halls. The colours the tapestries and the stunning portraits of every Ackerman who lived. The newest portraits were near the end of the hall. Akane Ackerman was on the right. She wore a black lace V-Neck maxi dress with diamonds adorning her. Her hair was up halfway in soft curls and she held an ancient book. Next to her portrait was one of Erik Ackerman, who wore a simple black tux. He wore an expensive wrist watch and he held a pocket watch in his right hand. Across from her mother was Mikasa's brother, Levi Ackerman. He wore a bleach white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He held a 7 inch dagger in his hand and the other hand was in the pocket of his black slacks.
"Who's that hottie?" Ymir asked, taking in Levi's portrait. Mikasa glared at her.
"My brother."
"Oh, never mind."
Finally, Mikasa's portrait was looked at.
"Wow..." the girls sighed. Mikasa stood in a winter wonderland in a white V-Neck pleated satin dress. Diamonds sparkled, but not as much as the long blade she held over her shoulder. Her hair was curled and pinned to one side. her face was serene, but a dangerous glint glittered in her eyes.
"Mikasa, you look like a goddess," Historia praised. Mikasa flushed red.
"Thanks, the portraits took almost 2 months to paint," Mikasa explained.
The double doors to Mikasa's room opened and the girls raced in.
"Holy shit," Annie exclaimed.
"This room is the size of my house," Ymir added. Mikasa closed the door and smiled as the girls admired her room.
"You were a dancer?" Historia asked.
"Still am, I have a choreographer come every Monday. Hip hop, contemporary, free style and a little bit of ballet when I was seven," Mikasa explained.
"You have a horse?" Annie asked, looking at a picture of a 15 year old Mikasa wearing a riders uniform with a gold medal around her neck, and a beautiful bay stallion was standing beside her. Mikasa sat on her bed.
"Actually, I have six and another on the way. Thane, Charlotte, Shade, Maven, Candy and Cara is expecting a foul." The girls stared at her.
"Are all of them show horses? All are able to be ridden?" Ymir asked. The teen nodded.
"Yes, Shade and Charlotte are jumping horses, Candy and Thane are racing horses and Maven is the one I use for trick riding, but Cara is just a trail riding horse," she explained. "Charlotte is the one in that picture."
"Mikasa, you should take the 5 of us riding," Historia suggested, delighted.
"Hold up!" Ymir paused and counted each girl. "Just as I thought, there is only four of us, unless you count Romeo in the other room." Historia shook her head.
"I was talking about Sasha."
"Who?"
"Braus, she is in the acting department, she is friends with Bertoldt, who she met through Connie," Annie explained. Ymir coughed and cleared her throat, leaving the other three confused.
"Something wrong, Ymir?" Mikasa asked. The brunette shook her head.
"Nope, I'm good."
"Anyway, what should we do first?" Annie asked.
"Well, considering how I imagine this night is going to turn out, we should probably get some work done first," Ymir said.
"And how exactly is this night going to turn out?" Historia asked. Ymir shrugged.
"Exactly how my nights turn out. Get super stones, watch hilarious movies, eat a bunch of shit and pass out and sleep for 10 hours straight."
"That's every night for you?" Mikasa asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Pretty much."
With that being said, the girls started working on the music and melody to their song. Afterwards, they started to assign their singing parts and harmonizing their voices. Their progress for the past 2 and a half hours was successful, and when it turned 5:30, the fun part, according to Ymir, was finally upon them.
Ymir opened a deodorant container and pulled out two joints. Mikasa wrinkled her nose.
"That smells funky."
"Duh, tastes funky too. But you will enjoy every inhale, I guarantee," Ymir explained.
"Careful what you promise." Annie took the joint Ymir handed her and they all headed onto the terrace, Mikasa insisted.
"Alright, Annie and Historia will share and Mikasa and I will share." The brunette took out a Bic lighter and lit the joint and Annie lit hers. Ymir took 2 puffs and passed it off to Mikasa, who almost dropped it. "Hold it between your thumb and index finger, rookie," Ymir demanded. Mikasa narrowed her eyes.
"Don't call me that."
"Just take your puff." The blackette obliged and inhaled, and instantly coughed.
"How do you do this daily?" Ymir shrugged.
"You get used to it, now keep going."
Both joints were passed around regularly, until there was only the hand made filters left. Ymir put the roaches back into the container and observed her work of the girls.
"So, how do you feel?" Historia instantly started laughing, and soon the other 3 joined her. They were desperately gasping for breath. Annie almost fell off her chair, Historia did and that made them laugh even harder.
After they wiped their tears of mirth, the band headed back inside.
"O-okay, I am starving," Historia piped up as she flopped onto Mikasa's kind sized bed.
"Me too," Annie and Mikasa said at the same time. They looked at each other and because it was just too damn funny, they instantly cracked up. Ymir shook her head with a huge grin plastered on her face and stepped outside to order pizza. No one was cooking today.
"So, Mikasa, are you and that hunk, Eren, dating yet?" Historia asked. Mikasa sighed dramatically.
"I don't even know, man, it all depends on if he talks to me again," Mikasa answered.
"What do you mean?" Annie asked, looking through her bag determined to find something to munch on for the time being.
Mikasa explained their time at the cafe. The appearance of Jean, the conversation between the two boys and what Mikasa said afterwards. it was hard to explain because Mikasa's brain was fuzzy and unfocused from the marijuana.
"Wow Mikasa, that was pretty bitchy and that's coming from me," Annie said munching on some crackers.
"What? I don't understand, why was that wrong?" Mikasa asked.
"Well, it's obvious the guy likes you, don't understand how you don't see it," Annie started. From the terrace, Ymir started to laugh. Annie glared in her direction. "I wish she would just tell me already...Anyway," the blonde continued. "You probably crushed him a little bit on the inside, if you like him, go for it before it's too late." Mikasa thought about it. Annie was right. If she wants something, she's gotta woman up, and go. get. it.
With a newfound determination, she got up and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Historia asked, trying to steal a cracker from Annie.
"Don't even think about it, blondie!"
"You're blonde too! Mikasa?" The blackette turned to them with a grin.
"I'm going to go get what's mine." And she walked out.
The terrace doors shutting made the two blondes turn around. Ymir hung up the phone and sat down with the other two.
"Where's Mikasa?" she asked when she noticed the blackette's disappearance.
"She's getting herself a man, so, what pizze did you get?"