♯ 01 // A.A.║█║▌║█║ █║▌
REWRITING, MAJOR CHANGES !!
༊*·˚ ❝ i would never treat you like a
second choice. ❞
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↳ in which you and armin arlert
attempt to find the rhythm of
your relationship - but...
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CHAPTER TWENTY: a secret betrayal.
"Well, what the heck happened?" Eren demanded, slamming the door behind him as we all piled into the van.
Jean started up the engine in a frenzy. "Floch happened. He called one of those stupid tabloid squads, giving away the hotel we're staying at, all because he saw me and Marco kiss and SOMEONE was talking too loud."
Marco sighed, ignoring Jean's obvious look towards him. "I knew some people weren't really keen on our relationship from the start, but Floch is just... agh."
"Screw him," I scowled. "I hope he dies a painful death. What's he going on about, selling us out?"
"D-don't wish death on people, Y/N," Armin whispered, looking out of the window worriedly.
"I might as well, because Floch still hasn't given back my guitar from all those years ago, and for all I know, our childhood pictures are in his satanic basement along with his shrine of Eren!" I huffed.
"Nothing," Armin muttered, taking his phone out of his pocket and looking through his notifications.
"What are you... what are you gonna do about what- y'know?" I asked quietly.
"I think I'm gonna break up with her. There's no excuse for it, right? I- right?"
I opened my mouth to speak before closing it again and nodded instead.
"God damn it," Eren hissed. "I'm gonna call Klaus, hopefully he can pick our things up while we find another place to stay, if he's not being a dramatic idiot."
"Wait, why don't Marco and I go? Nobody knows us, probably," Armin interjected, motioning to Marco.
"No," I said, shaking my head. "The stans are rabid. I gave out a fake birthday for a reason, it's better for Klaus to go anyway, the man literally travels with bodyguards."
"What now?" Jean said in an annoyed tone, pulling over as a loud beeping noise erupted throughout our van. "Oh, don't tell me.."
