Title: Welcome to Trost High
Pairings: Jean x Armin
Summary: Everyone has problems when it comes to High School. For Armin, it meant that he had to make a shady deal with his PE teachers in order to pass. Guess who's going to ensure the infamous Recon Scouts' football superstar jock Jean Kirstein pass all his classes? Best he smoke a bowl before that headache comes down.
Disclaimer: I owe nothing of Attack on Titan.
Author Notes: I have a feeling that with each chapter I write, it gradually becomes longer and longer. Honestly I don't know if you guys are enjoying this as much as I continue to write. Then again, the idea itself just seems so far fetch and silly.
There is a shirt mentioned here. For those that want to see the image itself, you can check out and search for 'awesomepus.' Just select the pink color and voila, you'll have the image of the amazing shirt that'll be mentioned.
Umm, I should state that you'll get a load of funnies with a spot of angst in this chapter. Just one spot. More will be explained in future chapters. Also, once more, let me know what you guys think. If you're enjoying it or think the idea is just stupid, I would love to hear some inputs.
"You bake right?"
"Hmn?" He had to blink up at the skies. Man it felt good out here.
"You bake... ya know, like cake and brownies."
Turning his head to the side, Armin stared at the blond woman beside him. The sour faced expression was directed toward the skies, not really caring for her companion. If anything, she seem to care more about her hoodie. Armin couldn't blame her, since it was such a comfortable looking thing.
"What gave you the impression I bake?" the teen had to chuckle at that one. Really, did he look like the baker type? The only baking he'd be doing would be with the joint pinched between his fingers. Actually, he took a hit right then and there.
It was a really nice day out on the rooftops. Thankfully most of the students were busy suffering through classes down bellow. Even then, it was rare for folks to come up here. Armin was actually thankful for that one fact. Those who ever did bother to come up here were teachers on their smoke break, however most didn't even bother. After all, why go up when you hang around down bellow? Makes sense, right.
"You look fruity enough to pull it off." His companion stated.
Well, she wasn't his companion. Its not like they were close and all. She was his supplier and he happened to be the buyer. It was a very simple relationship. Though often they would hang around – must like today. Its not like they had anything better to do. Well, they did. But, come on. They were high school students trying to get away from the boring labeled prison cells known as classrooms.
This was really pathetic and ironic on Armin's part. If he were younger, he'd never imagine the day he'd cut classes only to smoke some illicit product. Well, it wasn't illicit anymore, since they were in the state of Washington. If anything, he was doing 'underage' smoking. Though, it didn't excuse him from anything. He really should be down bellow, learning things. That is, if there was anything to learn.
He was too smart for his own good. None of the teachers wanted him around because of that. Well... There were a few teachers that liked him. But it was all the same. He was the special case that came and went; so long as he kept his grades up. Which he did rather well.
Maybe that's why he was hated by his peers. He couldn't blame them. He was getting special attention from the teachers. So, he'll just take advantage of it and hang around the rooftops like he always did. Chill out, read a book or two, get teased for looking gay. Not that he wasn't gay. He was seriously gay. He just disliked people getting into his private life.
"Really Ann? Do I really look that much of a poof to you?"
She peered down at the boy with a smirk. "You practically scream it out with that pink shirt of yours."
Glancing down at his shirt, Armin blinked. He thought it was ultra cute. He got it off of an online site known as Redbubble. It was a graphic tee of a comically cute octopus with the top comment stating, 'My defensive mechanism is a' and then on the bottom, 'Cloud of AWESOME.' Keep in mind that the octopus was squirting out a ink blob of rainbows. Even the top captions were flanked by rainbows. And... there was hearts and stars... wow, his shirt was pretty gay. But it was awesome.
It was Awesome Gay
Awesome Gay. It was the new term for today's modern world. It meant that no matter what, you don't give a rats ass on who says what and strut it out like you have more swag than you're average... teenager? Well, swag is for boys. Little boys. So in this case, it would mean that he had more style that your average man. Why? Cause... well...
"Real men wear Awesome Gay." Armin stated as he made a grand sweeping motion with his arms. "Also I originally was getting this for Levi, however I couldn't part with the awesomeness of it all."
Annie scoffed at that one. "Bet you he was praying to the gods to never receive that shirt to start with."
Armin raised a brow at that and then reached into his pocket. "Commander Eyebrows took a picture of this." Pulling out the smartphone, he flip through his photos. Turning the phone over to Annie, "Now, look at this with a straight face and tell me that again."
No one could keep a straight face when looking at a picture of Levi wearing the infamous Clouds of awesome shirt. Though what made it so funny was the fact that he kept that sour expression on as he did the Egyptian dance-pose. You know, the corny one you'd do back to an 80s themed dance off. Yes, Levi was caught in a cute pink shirt pulling that one off.
It was a little secret photo Erwin and Armin kept between themselves. Honestly, can you imagine the wraith they'd have to suffer if Levi found this on Armin's phone? Armin would have to take his inheritance money and move to an isolated island near the borders of Australia.
Let me tell you, Annie was having a realllly hard time keeping her face straight. It was another soul to witness the comical, yet not-so-embarrassing image of Levi. Come on, the guy was a stripper in a gay club. This can not be the most embarrassing thing he had to pull off. Or maybe it was... You'd never know, especially when trying to question Levi's train of thought.
Averting her gaze, "Send me a copy."
Shaking his head, "Nope. All evidence will be kept on my person."
"..." she took a hit from her own joint. "Fuck, I hate you now."
The pair shared a soft laugh at that one.
"Getting back to your inquiry," Armin began as he took a hit. "Yes I can bake. Rather well if I must say so myself. Why are you asking about my culinary skills?"
"Cause I suck at cooking?" was the bored, yet obvious response. "Bernie and Rennie have been bitching 'bout brownies. I supply the secret touch and you can bake. Could make some spare change."
Spare change, eh? Armin wasn't sure if he needed the money that bad. Honestly, he'd prefer to pick up a job at the nearest Walmart before dealing. It was hypocritical of him to state such things, since he was ditching class only to smoke. Though... Consuming medicinal products during class would be beneficial not only to himself, but to his attendance record. Its not like anyone could smell the weed coming from the baked goods. He'd just have to be extra greedy about it and not share.
Why on earth did the idea of Mikasa being all loopy and chilled out come to mind? He must be secretly suicidal. This is the only explanation. After all, why else would he imagine Mikasa high off of hash brownies? Well, it was that or the weed is affecting his imagination and newly discovered issue on being a typically emo teenager.
He couldn't stop laughing at that one.
Rolling off to the side, Armin giggled like no tomorrow. He tried stopping it, but god damn, it was just too funny. Can you imagine him dying his hair all black and sweeping it to the side? How about some black eyeliner on top of that? He can pull off the piercings any day though. Armin would look hot with a lip ring.
Annie delivered a swift kick at his thigh. "The hell you're laughing at Arlert? Fucken wasting my time, just so you know."
Shaking his head, "Heyyyy, no kicky." Armin managed to say between fits of giggles. "Was thinking... But uh... Sure! You supply, I'll bake and you deal. Just spot me when I get the munchies or need something really bad. Deal?"
She raised a thin brow at the other teen. Shrugging her thin shoulders, "Sure. Deal."
Even though pot was legalized here in the state of Washington, it didn't mean that everyone had access to it. With the age restriction of buying the products, it was difficult enough as it was to get your hands on it. On top of that, not everyone wanted to deal with paying the taxes to the government. So yeah, you still had folks growing and selling it – just at a cheaper price.
Plus, hash brownies were the bomb!
As the pair fell back into a bout of silence, the only entrance to the rooftop could be heard opening. This cause alarms to go off for both Annie and Armin. Quickly snubbing out their joints, the pair scrambled off behind the storage unit. They always had a plan if anything like this ever happened.
Well, Armin had the plan. Annie just happened to pick up on it.
It was simple. If anyone came up to the roof, Armin and Annie would hide behind the storage unit and then proceed to climb up onto the top. There they'd lay flat and hide behind the ledge. Now, I know what you're thinking. Who ever comes up would most likely see us get on top of the structure. Well, just so you all know, the storage unit was positioned in the entrance's blind spot. So no one could actually see them scramble about and act like mini Tarzan's climbing on top of stuff and being stupid.
See how simple that was. Of course they had to hang around there for a long time before whoever was up there left. Though they should do something about the stink of cannabis. It was a strong smell after all.
So, as the pair laid flat on their bellies, they kept an ear out for the little party crasher.
Man, whoever it was sure can sniff loudly. Like, reallllly loud. "The fuck?" the voice was male! "What the heck is that smell..." And apparently liked to talk to themselves. It reminded Armin of something... or in this case, someone. However he couldn't remember at the moment.
Narrowing his eyes, he then shared a look with Annie. The girl just shrugged her shoulder and rolled onto her back. Pulling down her hood, she gave off the impression that she was going to nap right then and there. Not like it wasn't anything out of the norm.
Still would have been nice of her to make a comment about the voice. Not like the unknown guy could hear their whispering at this distance.
Footsteps echoed as the mystery guest wandered near their area. Obviously trying to find out where the stench was located. Armin would have bet five bucks that it was a teacher looking for some kids to bust.
Crawling closer to the the ledge, Armin listened some more. The footsteps weren't coming over to their corner. More like heading toward the fence that surrounded their perimeter. Maybe the guy wanted to get a look at the view bellow.
Or maybe it was some kid wanting to off themselves.
His hazy mind sobered up after that thought. Hopefully it wasn't the case. Armin didn't want to have that sort of guilt on his shoulders. Can you imagine that? You're just chilling around, minding your own business and someone just came up to their hang out spot only to throw themselves off a 12 story building?
That's a 120 feet drop.
His brain was already calculating the speed and velocity an average male would go from that drop. He had to cringe at the numbers. Yup. A body would go splat no problem. Especially if there was nothing to break the fall.
Gnawing onto his lower lip, Armin continued to stare at that ledge. Sweat beaded down his brow as he debated on risking it. It couldn't hurt, right? Clammy palms laid flat on the surface as Armin arched upwards. Blue orbs swept over the area and...
"God damnit Jean." Armin blurted out as he glared at the jock's head.
The said jock jump and glanced about. "Who's there?! Who said that?!"
Obviously he couldn't see where Armin was. The blond had to take advantage of that. He couldn't just ignore this opportunity to mess around with the Jock's head. Though, Annie didn't seem to approve. She just slap at Armin's arm and glared at him.
Rolling his eyes at the girl, he then called out once more. "This is your God, Jean." Armin forced his tone to be booming and manly. "I have summoned you here so that you can spread the word of my miracles." Armin was doing a very splendid job at the manly voice thing. Seriously, he was.
"Oh, very funny you assholes." Jean shouted out. "Show yourselves so I can wipe your faces clean with my fist." Ooooh, someone was angry.
"How dare you threaten your God. You could have become the Third Coming... or something like that."
There was silence. Well, Jean was silent. Annie was sniggering and mumbling a soft, "Really? The third coming?"
"Shhh, he'll hear you." Armin had to giggle though.
"Of course he'd hear you. You're coming for the third time."
"ANN!" Armin yelled and soon regretted. Hands flew in order to cover the hole on his face. Shit! Why did he have to yell that out? Why on earth was he holding his mouth close like that as well? Its not like he can catch the sound and pull it back into his mouth.
Annie just smirked at him. It was her way of laughing at him. Damn her for laughing due to his flustered state of being. It wasn't funny to start with to be honest. You have no clue how many times at home that he... actually, lets stop that thought right there. Lets think about something else. Like... um...
"...Army guy?" That! Lets think about Jean and his problem of not remembering Armin's name even though they've been hanging around each other for about three weeks... only to study.
He shot a glare at Annie and nudged the woman with his foot. He was awarded with raised brow of annoyance. Best he put some distance between them. Pulling himself up to his knees, Armin glanced down from his perch, "Really? How hard is it to remember my name? Its Armin. Its Arm – in. Not eee. Not out. Not up. Its In. Arm-In."
"More like Bitchin." Jean stated as he approached the storage unit. Annie could be heard snerking at that comment. "And what are you doing up there? Cutting class or something?"
Rolling his eyes, "I got ki- hey, watch it." Annie small hands grasped onto the back of Armin's shirt as she pulled herself up. Well, more like just climb all over him so that she could stare down at Jean.
Armin whined pitifully at this.
"Oh shit man. Didn't know you had a girl with you, sorry about that." The coy grin was slap onto Jean's features as he gave Armin the thumbs up. Seriously, did he really think that... urgh.
Annie just gave Jean a very dry look. "Maybe if I had a dick, he'd be all over it."
Now all Armin wanted to do was hide. Actually, he was going to do that just as soon as Annie would let go of him.
"You do have a point there, don't you?" Jean glanced over at Armin and scrutinized him. Why couldn't Armin hide somewhere, away from these two and their accusing gazes.
"Hn." Grunting, she released her hold on Armin. Dropping off the ledge, "I'll hit you up later Arlert."
The boys watched as the hooded figure disappeared through the exit. After that a very awkward silence fell between the pair.
There wasn't much they could talk about. Well, they could talk about Jean's science test. But that was boring to talk about it. Well, boring to talk to Jean about it. He knew what the responses would be. It would a bored and rather grumpy reply that the test went well. Maybe some sighing would be interjected.
Plus, Armin wasn't in a mood to have a conversation based on the amazing world of physics. Or was it chemistry? He couldn't really remember what the heck he was thinking. Guess he was still high as a bleeping kite.
"Hey, do you know what that smell is?" Jean asked as he leaned against the structure's wall.
"White berry." Armin stated softly as he threw his legs over the ledge. "You wouldn't happen to have something to drink on you? Actually, never mind that. My bag is over there." Dropping down onto his feet, Armin had to lean against the wall before he fell over. He forgot how dizzy he can get if he moved too fast.
"White berry? Huh... It smells nice. Kind of. Really earthy and such..."
Armin glanced over his shoulder and raised a brow at Jean. He wondered if the jock knew what he was talking about. Of course he did. He was a jock and popular. Popular kids knew about weed, right?
"Yeah, well... its grade-A stuff." Armin mumbled as he circled the storage unit in order to get to his bag. Once he had it in his hands, he searched for the bottle of Gatorade he'd often carry around.
"Grade-A?" Jean asked as he followed from behind. "You okay? You're wobbling a bit."
"Hrm? Oh, I'm okay. And yeah. Its grade-A." Armin paused as he sipped the fluids. Clacking his tongue for a moment, he then turned to face Jean. "You do know what I'm talking about, right?"
Flushing at the question, "Of course I do!" Jean's right brow would often twitch when he lied. Something Armin caught on rather quick.
"... Wow." Armin began as he stared at the brunette. "What's next, you're a virgin? I thought all you jocks gathered about to smoke, drink and bang the cheerleaders." Armin felt his cheeks heat up as he realized what he just said.
Jean just grew more red as he glared at Armin. "The hell? I know you got a mouth on you but I wouldn't expect you to say shit like that." there was a pause as Jean thought on Armin's words. "Wait up... You smoke?"
"We're in the state of Washington. I think everyone and their great, great grandmother smokes." Another sip as Armin studied the jock. "... Don't tell me you never smoked the bud before. That's like a rite of passage most teenagers go through in their life."
"Shut up!" Jean huffed as he shoved Armin aside. "Not everyone is interested in that stuff."
Swatting at the hands, "Calm down man, I'm just giving you a hard time. Honestly its cool that you're not into it. There isn't anything special about weed."
Lowering himself onto the ground, he motioned Jean to follow suit. The brunette was hesitant at first, but followed suit either way.
Looks like someone else found out about his little secret. Not that Armin bothered to keep it as a secret. He basically blurted it out to the jock to start with. Whats the worse going to happen? Bullies going to demand that he smoke with them? Ha.
"... Then why do you do it?" Jean asked softly as he gave Armin a hard stare.
"Mwah? Stockholm syndrome." Armin had to smile at Jean's confused expression. "I walked in on Levi smoking two years back. I was shocked and argued with the man that it wasn't good for him. So just to annoy me, he'd smoke and bother me all the time. Eventually I picked up the habit and haven't drop it."
"... Sounds like you got a problem." Jean said without thinking.
Smirking some at that, "Yes I do. However, the proper response would be that I can quit anytime I want." That got a laugh out of Jean.
"Man, who'd thought the biggest loser in our school would be a pot head."
Did the students of Trost High think he was a loser? Armin had to ponder if Jean thought the same. If he did... well, I guess it was expected. All he did was study, smoke and kept up with his other hobbies. Oh and kept with his usual circle of friends. Guess that meant he was a loser.
Shrugging, "And so is the majority of the students here in Trost High."
Jean nodded as he stared out beyond the roof's fencing. "... Do you really feel good, when you smoke that stuff?"
"Depends on the strain. However most strains would have you feeling giggling in one way or another."
"How about the strain you had?"
Grinning wide, "Dude if you killed my kitty, I'd still be happy..."
Armin sucked at jokes. This was a given. So he shouldn't be surprised when Jean gave him an uneasy glance. "...Right..."
Armin shrugged, "I don't do joke." Jean nodded at that, but gave no other response. "So... Um, you're here enjoying the view or ditching class?"
"A bit of both and some more." Jean mumbled.
The tone that Jean used left Armin feeling uncomfortable. Now that he thought on it, the taller teenager was acting a bit out of character. Normally he'd be cracking jokes and throwing insults toward Armin. The questions being asked were normal though. Jean was usually asking questions about Armin. It confused the hell out of the blond. Armin would often wonder why Jean was so curious about him. Then again, Jean answered that question the first time they hang outside of the school.
Armin Arlert was the biggest mystery of Trost High School. Or so that's what Jean claimed.
Honestly, Armin thought that Jean Kirstein was the biggest mystery to the school. He didn't know anything about the jock other than he was brutally honest without knowing it and kept a undercut hairstyle most of his high school life.
"What's 'some more'?" Armin asked as he uncapped his Gatorade bottle once more.
Jean shrugged, "Its just some more."
Armin nudged the jock before taking a swing of his drink. Damn his mouth was extra dry. "If you need someone to listen, I can do that."
That caught Jean's attention. Tearing his gaze away from the horizon, honey brown orbs stared into Armin's own. He was seriously giving the offer some thought. Though Armin could recognize the conflict being held in Jean's gaze... and uncertainty. If Armin had to guess, Jean was most likely thinking if Armin was worthy of such a task.
Really, how hard is it for him to listen to a few words? Or maybe it was a personal problem. That, Armin could understand. No one liked to talk about personal issues with someone they hardly knew. On top of that, Armin didn't seem like the typical kid that would understand your typical teenager problems.
Yeah. Armin was most likely one of the most weirdest and oddest of teenagers here in Trost High School. How depressing was that?
"... Can I try that... Barry White stuff?"
"Monsiur Carter is not here. However, I do have the Berries." Armin chuckled at his own joke. Jean would most likely not get the reference sadly.
"I swear, if you break out in 'I can't get enough of your love baby' I will not hesitate to throw your tiny ass across the rooftop." Jean's usual smug, yet charming grin was slowly starting to appear.
"My ass is not that tiny." Armin pouted as he fished about for his lighter. "I'll start it up..." Lighting the rollie up, Armin inhaled deeply before passing it off to Jean.
The brunette couldn't help but fidget some in his seat. He must be nervous about smoking this stuff for the first time. Heck, he just stared at the joint as though it was ready to blow up on him any second.
"Don't just stare at it." Armin wheezed out as he slowly puffed out rings. "Its going to go to waste."
"Oh... Right, sorry." Jean frowned as he sat up straighter. Though that didn't stop him from his staring. "Umm..."
Shaking his head, Armin then leaned closer. "You obviously have never smoked anything in your life. Here, let me help you out."
Jean allowed Armin to take the joint away. "How are you going to do that?"
"Shotgun it." Jean just stared at Armin in confusion. "Trust me on this one. Just, take a deep breath and calm down, okay?"
Jean bit at his lower lip for a moment and then slowly nodded. "Kay."
Inhaling the smoke deeply, Armin held it in as much as he can in his lungs. Moving a bit closer to Jean, Armin's small hand reached out for his neck. The brunette seem even more confused by the gesture, however he didn't resist. If anything, he just leaned closer to Armin. It wasn't till last moment that he realize what was happening.
It was a horrible thing to take advantage of, however Armin couldn't help it. It wasn't every day that you'd get a chance to give your crush a kiss. Jean gasped loudly when Armin's lips touched his. The smoke was blown in and a moment later, Jean was coughing and hacking away.
Well, the results weren't in Armin's favor. At least he got a chance to feel those soft lips – even if it was just for a second.
"Told you to keep calm." Armin drawled out as he watched the other teen.
Jean shot a glare at him as he continued to cough. Armin had to laugh at that one. Shaking his head, he then offered the bottle of Gatorade to Jean. The boy was a bit too happy to swipe it out of Armin's grasp and wash the nasty taste in his mouth away.
"You okay there Jean?" Armin grinned even more as he watched the jock's gaze grow out of focus.
"Huh? Oh yeah... Dude, warn me when you do that shit...whoa." He blinked and slowly swayed from side to side.
Armin laughed softly, "Yeah, you look alright. You want some more?"
Jean stared at Armin and slowly blinked. "Huh? Oh. Um... Yeah, just a teeny, tweeny, tiny bit. And..." he paused dramatically, only to raise a finger. "More tongue."
Armin raised a brow at that one. Did he really ask for more tongue?
Taking another hit off the joint, Armin motioned the boy over. Well, if he wanted more tongue, Armin will give him more tongue. Though, he couldn't help but feel a bit bad. He was, technically speaking, taking advantage of Jean.
"Mmm... Maybe some tongue." Armin mumbled as he inhaled the smoke once more. Reaching for the back of Jean's neck once more, he then pull the jock in for another kiss.
Feeling those soft lips again was pure heaven. He was actually happy to take advantage of this situation – even though he was drug induced. Slipping his tongue against Jean's, the smoke was pushed out. At least Jean was expecting it this time, so there was no issues of coughing and spluttering. He did push against Armin's touch though.
Armin knew he was extra sensitive to the touches. He had to wonder if Jean was feeling the jolts of pleasure like he was. Though, it didn't matter when he felt Jean's tongue swirl against his own. It was hot and wet against his own. Armin couldn't help but give the appendage a sharp suck. That earned him a moan from the taller teen.
And a mouthful of smoke!
Pulling away, Armin coughed out a lungful of third-hand smoke. Yes, third-hand. There was such a thing and if there wasn't, now there was.
Armin didn't give it much thought. Honestly he could care less about third-hand smoke. Right now, he was enjoying the buzz the drug and his own personal arousal was giving him at the moment. He wanted to pull the brunette in for another kiss. However, he wouldn't do that. He couldn't do it. What he did was already damaging his conscience. But that was something to worry about later.
For now, Armin was enjoying the sight of Jean sitting there with a glazed over look. He wasn't sure if it was the drug taking effect on him, or the kiss. For the sake of Armin's ego, he's going to go with the kiss. Of course he wouldn't admit to that if he was sober.
Actually, he wouldn't have done any of this if he was sober.
"Dude..." Jean began.
"Yeah dude?"
"..." Jean slowly turned his gaze over to Armin. "Duuuude."
They were playing this game now? Flashing a shit-eating grin, "Yooooo, dooooooode."
"DUDE!" Jean was laughing as he flop onto his side.
"Eh, yo! DODE!" Armin couldn't stop his laughter. Why on earth were they laughing anyway? Oh wait, they were high. Durrr. "You are like... so high man."
"Its dude, duuuude."
"Nawh, man. Its dooooode."
"That's what I said! Duuuuude."
"I swear, I'mma smack you. Its Doooooode. Dooooooo. Oooooo. Dah." Armin stated with the straightest face he could muster.
That only encouraged Jean to continue his laughter.
Shaking his head, Armin flicked his roach away. "Yo, dog, you are blazed. I can't wait to see the munchies hit you."
"You did not just say that." Jean announced as he stared at Armin.
"Say what?"
"That."
"That? The heck?"
"Nah. Not the heck. You said yo dog."
"Hell yeah I says yo dog. Listen to my grammar while you at it. Ets horrid. With an E."
"Horrid doesn't have an E though..."
"Et. Et has an E."
"... the fuck you say?"
"... I have no clue..."
Staring at one another, the pair blinked their bleary red eyes. What on earth were they talking about? Actually, way was Jean snerkling? No. Forget that. Why was Armin snerkling? Why were they both snerkling?
"We're so high..."
"Dude... you have no clue."
They just burst out into a pile of laughter. Who'd thought smoking with Jean would have been this much fun. Whenever Armin smoked around Eren and Mikasa, those two never joined in. Sure, they'd chatted and chilled. Sometimes play games or just hang around, but they never... had this much fun!
Then again, Armin and Jean were blazed at the moment, so everything seem funnier than normal.
"Yo, thanks man." Jean began as he came down from his giggling. "I was feeling utter shit earlier and then you shared. Thanks for that."
"Dude, its a universal rule. Take two and pass." Armin paused a moment and then started to hum a faint tune. "Some cats grow by the laws of the wild. Some learn slower and lag in the mud. Some stand up in defense of a sow. Some let the big dogs eat them up. At exactly 11:35 PM on January 21st I fell asleep sound. At exactly 11:35 PM on Januray 21st some shit went down." Armin couldn't help but sing out the familiar words.
"Whoa, you rap man?"
"Huh? Oh no. I listen to underground."
"Underground? What sort of Underground?"
"A lot? The one I sang was Aesop Rock's 11:35."
"That's awesome. You know man, you're really cool. Did you know that?"
"Nah. I usually hear folks callin me a loser and a weirdo. Nice to hear something else for a change."
"Ha. Yeah, I hear ya there."
Silence fell on the pair. It was a comfortable silence. No awkwardness or need for filling the air up with their babbling. If anything, Armin was enjoying the fact that he could watch the clouds in peace. Something about watching fluffy white things glide against a blue page seem... relaxing.
Why was it so relaxing?
It most likely had something to with the fact that they looked so comfortable and soft. Not to mention lazy. Just dropping onto one of those clouds must be the best feeling ever. Would he feel happy if he dropped onto one of those clouds? More like terrified. Clouds couldn't hold a human body. The mass alone would cause gravity to pull anyone down with greedy hands. Man, that was depressing.
Why was he depressed?
"Hey... Jean..." Armin began.
"Hmmm?" was the lazy response.
"Why were you feeling like shit?"
"... He died yesterday..." Jean paused and then corrected himself. "The date, I mean. He's been gone for the last three 'nd a half years... But it was still yesterday. Fuck, I miss him..."
"... Oh. Shit man, I'm sorry to hear." Armin pushed himself up as he glanced at Jean.
The teen continued to lay out on the asphalt with teary eyes. He most likely didn't want to cry in front of Armin. Reaching out for Jean's hand, "Hey...um... Its okay to miss him. Don't.. like, ya know. Bottle that sort of thing in. Let it out. Like I said, if you need someone to listen, I'm here for you man."
Armin really did suck at comforting people. He was use to people comforting him. It was never the other way around. Then again, he knew for a fact that he like being held when he wanted to cry about something. Though, he didn't ask for that much. Plus he hated to be a burden to his friends.
Turning his gaze, Jean glanced over at Armin. His fingers curled around Armin's hand. Smiling, "Thanks Armin. You're... you're a good guy... and possibly, friend?"
"Iunno about that man. It would require you to drop the girly jokes." Armin flashed an easy going smile.
"Awh... But your girly figure is amazing." Jean mirrored the grin. "But if you're that worried, we can ask Eren for his stash of steroids and start giving you some shots."
"..." Armin tried to keep a straight face. Oh gawd, he tried. However the image of Eren hulking out continued to come to mind. "Pfft...Oh gawd... nononononoAHAHAHHAHA!" That it. Armin lost it. He couldn't stop laughing.
Jean's airy chuckle was music to Armin's ears. He really couldn't resist the tugging as Jean pulled him close. Though, he did tilt his head to the side with a questioning gaze. What on earth was Jean up too? All Armin knew was that the Jock was leaning toward Armin's face.
He did realize that Armin wasn't smoking anything at the moment, right?
He really couldn't complain though. Jean was... willing to kiss him? Hesitation bubbled over as he felt Jean's lips against his own. Armin remembered the activities he took advantage of earlier. The guilt drop on him faster than a WWII bombing raid. God, why did he have to feel like utter shit now?
Pulling away, Armin averted his gaze. He knew Jean was staring at him in confusion. The blond couldn't help but gnaw onto his lower lip. He didn't want to insult Jean. Heck, he didn't want to make things complicated. Armin doubted that Jean wanted to become real friends. For christ sake, they were high.
Jean tugged at Armin's hand. "Oi, I want 'nother kiss..."
Armin shook his head, causing blond locks to whip back and forth. "... Its wrong..."
"So you're one of those sorts, eh?"
His tone was so cold a detached. Not to mention disgusted. What did he mean by that?! Did he really want Armin to take advantage of him in such a situation?! He couldn't honestly believe that... wait...
Then it hit him. Of course he'd take his words wrong!
"No, not like that!" Armin stated hastily as he glanced up. The exclamation caused Jean to raise a dubious brow at him. "You're high. Its wrong to take advantage of you in such a state of mind."
That seem to release some tension between Jean's shoulders. Relaxing a bit, "... So if I was sober, you'd kiss me?"
Armin couldn't help but raise a dubious brow of his own. The weed was messing with Jean's head. Still, it didn't stop him from smiling. "... Sure. When you're sober, you can ask for one." He doubt Jean would remember that one.
Cracking out a wide grin, "I'll hold you up to that." Pulling away, Jean wobbled about on his knees. "Shit... I'm hungry. Want to head out and find some chow?"
Admiring the view of Jean's tight rear end, "Hrmm? Sure? Do you have a car?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, I got my dad's old Charger with me today."
"Oh? Can I drive it?"
"Dunno man. Its way tooo manly for you to drive. Plus its a stick shift."
"Stick shift my ass." Armin grumbled. "You wouldn't even be able to drive in your state of mind. Give me the keys."
"Stick shift in your ass." Jean corrected as he dug through his pockets.
Armin flushed a pretty red and almost didn't catch the keys tossed toward him. Fumbling with the jingling object, "And everyone gives me shit for looking gay." Armin snagged his bag and bee-lined it toward the door.
"Hey, don't move so fast. Whoa... dizzy..."
Armin rolled his eyes and leaned against the exit door. "Well come on, I don't have all day you know."
"I'm coming, I'm coming..."
"Mmmm... Coming."
Now it was Jean's turn to flush a pretty red. "H-h-hey! You can't say that!"
"Just did." Sticking out his tongue, Armin then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of cologne. Strong cologne. Spraying some onto himself, he then covered Jean with the stuff.
"Ack! The hell man?! That stuff is smells."
"You want to smell like the potheads we are?" Rubbing the cologne onto Jean's neck, "Hold onto me while we head down stairs. It'll take you a bit to get use to it."
Jean pouted. Like, big time pout. It was soooo adorable. "You're the only pothead here..." was mumbled out.
"And you're the virgin jock."
"Oi! I'm not a virgin!"
"Your face states other wise."
"Oh shut the fuck up, Armin."
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