"Yeah! And then he just shoved the papers into my hands, and I swear that our hands touched!" Marco was gushing to me all about Armin.
"Why? What was he going to do?" I asked him.
"Something about getting that cookie from Eren."
I didn't say anything because I didn't think it was that big of a deal. Until it finally sunk in.
Jaeger. My roommate. Jaeger was my roommate. My roommate who was going to kick my ass the moment i walked into the room.
"WHAT!" I stopped in my tracks. We were heading back to our rooms right now and you know that Eren is just waiting for me.
But no, I would have to face the music.
"Wait, Armin told Eren that-" I was interrupted by a firm hand on my shoulder. I slowly turned my head around and saw him standing behind me. The Jeager I was scared if coming back to.
"Oh Armin told me everything. Everything." He said, stressing on that last everything.
I looked at Marco, and he had a confusing look on his face. I looked back at Eren. When he kicks my ass about Armin coming on to me (which he obviously would blame me for) Marco will find out that Armin doesn't like him, and that he likes me. So how do I show him that I don't like Armin as much as he does?
An idea pops into my head and soon, adrenaline kicks in. I take held of Erens wrists, and on hand on his waist. I suppress the urge to vomit and then I press my lips to his. His eyes get wide, and you can see death in them.
"Hmmmmmm" he grunted in frustration.
"I'm just going to go." Marco said awkwardly. I waited until he turned the corner to realase my grasp from the sweaty child
"WHAT THE FUCK!" He screamed, tackling me to the floor. "IS THAT HOW YOU ATTACKED ARMIN YOU PEICE OF SHIT?"
He started punching me, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling it closer to his. He was fuming, and when he yelled saliva stings flew out of his mouth. Gross.
I kicked his legs under him and got up from the floor. I pushed him against the wall holding his shoulders in place.
"I DIDNT ATTACK ARMIN! HE CAME ON TO ME!" I yelled
"LIKE ARMIN WOULD DO THAT!" He yelled back. "AND WHY WIULD YOU KISS ME YOU FUCKING MULE!"
"Eren. If you would calm the fuck down for once instead of going on a rampage you would understand." I felt his shoulders loosen up and I realeased my grip from his shoulders.
"Marco has a huge crush on Armin and I don't want his heart to break." I said in a lower tone.
"So you kissed me to seem like you liked me?" He said, still pretty pissed off.
"Yes. And Armin? He came onto me when we were cleaning that room a few days ago. And he, well..." I trailed off.
Tears started to form in Erens eyes and he shoved me away. "LIES!" He yelled. And he dashed to our room, locking the door behind him.
($&)
I stared at the cookie in my hands, my mouth watering.
God telling Eren I gave Jean a handjob better be worth this cookie.
I say there under the tree in the court yard. And I took a bite of the cookie.
I swear in that instant I was back in Shinganshia with my grandfather out in the festival, passing my bakeries that we could afford until that day. The warm nostalgia spread all over my body. And the taste of the chocolate on my tongue made me smile, a light moan of satisfaction came from deep in my throat. THIS COOKIE WAS WORTH IT!
"ARMIN HAS THE COOKIE!" My eyes snapped open and my smile faded as I saw Sasha and Connie come charging at me in full speed.
"ARRRRMIIIIIN" Connie shouted
"AAAAAAAAH" I screamed, swallowing the cookie down.
As they got closer they fell to their knees
"ARMIN TELL US WHO GAVE JEAN YHE HICKEY!" Sasha yelled.
Phew! I thought they were after my little disc of heaven in my hand.
"Oh. That?" I asked
"Yes!" Connie chimed.
"That was me." I said taking another bite.
Silence.
"HahaHAHAHAHAHAAASSSHAAAASHHHHAFHA ARMIN YOUR SO FUNNY!" Sasha boomed. "HA! Now, tell us. Who really did it?"
"Ummm, me?" I said seriously, taking another bite of the pure mouthgasm.
"No. Way." Connie said.
"Yeah way, but it's really not a big deal." I said. "And plus, Jean doesn't even like me."
"But do you like Jean?" Connie asked
"Not anymore, but I do like someone else instead."
"Becareful
($&)
I, Marco Bodt have a big problem.
Armin Arlert is the cutest thing in these walls and I have to idea how to confess to him.
I wanted to confess before he walked away from me in the hallways leaving me to deliver the documents.
And now here I am using all if my free time picking flowers for him.
I can't wait to see his face light up when I give him these. They were those pink wildflowers he told me he thought were pretty when we were marching in the forest.
I hope he'll accept my feelings!
I want to hold his hand, and cuddle him, and kiss him, and put my arm around him, and maybe kiss a trail diwn his slender neck-
But what if he rejects you?
Then I'd probably die of embarrassment.
That's what.
Once I got a good boquet of flowers, I started to walk over to Armins room.
It was after meal time, and we am were sent for curfew, but for Armin I can break the rules.
As I got closer to Armins door the butterflies in my stomach were getting stronger and stronger until my hands started to shake.
I stood at Armins door, and gently rasped on it. And a few seconds later, Armin opened the door, and his eyes instantly went to the pink flowers in my hand.
"Marco..." He mumbled. He went boutside of the room, closing the door behind him. A faint blush painted his face.
"Armin, I-i really like you, and I love your smile and you hair is really beautiful." I handed him the pink wild flowers, and I could feel his slender cool fingers wrap around them. "So uh, can you- will you please, be my boyfriend ?" I could feel my face heating up, and I metally cursed my blush.
"Marco..." Armin repeated. He could say my name forever if he really wanted to and I would never get tired of hearing it. "Marco, of course I'll be your boyfriend!" He smiled and clutched the flowers to his chest.
"R-really!?" I smiled.
"Yeah, I like you Marco." And then I could feel his hand on my cheek, pulling me closer. I then felt his warm, and incredibly soft lips on mine. "I love you Marco!"
"Wake up!" He yelled in my ear.
What?
And then Thomas was was standing above me, and I was in my bed.
"Marco wake up! Your going to miss breakfast!" He was scrambling to get dressed.
A dream.
Of course Armin would only yes in my dreams
I screamed silently into my pillow.