If Only... (Eremin)

Sleepy Days, Sisters, Embarrassment, and Parties

It was about 12:30pm when Armin was awoken by his grandfather. The bright afternoon sun cast faded yellow rays onto Armin's bed and the sound of children playing in the streets were like murmers that seemed as far away as his own youth was.

"Armin, there is a boy at the door asking for you." His Grandfather announced. Armin ran a hand through his hair and yawned, "A boy?"
"He says his name is Eren."

Armin's eyes bolted open and he scrambled out of bed. "Tell him I'll be right down!" His Grandfather left and Armin pulled on his binder and made himself presentable as quickly as he could. He bounded downstairs to see Eren and his grandfather chatting. Armin's grandfather turned to him and smiled, "Eren is really such a nice young man! Yout two go off and take care, you hear?" Eren grabbed Armin's hand and walked out the door, waving to his grandfather and grinning, "We will, nice to meet you!"

Eren looked at Armin, his greenish-gold eyes sparkling in the summer sun. Armin looked down and blushed a little. "It's pretty hot today," He said quietly, "Where are we going anyways?"
Eren smiled and winked, "You'll see!" The two approached a large, tidy house that looked identical to every other house on that street. Eren opened the door and nudged Armin inside.

"Welcome to my house! It's actually pretty boring here but I was thinking we could-" Eren was cut off by the sound of a woman's voice. "Eren? Is that you? Is someone else here?" Eren called back, "Yeah, just a friend!"

A woman with smiling eyes and dark hair worn in a low side ponytail emerged from the kitched. Her attention turned towards Armin and she smiled warmly. "Who's this lovely young man?"
"This is Armin." He said, gesturing towards him.
Eren's mother hugged Armin, "Nice to meet you Armin! Oh my, you're so small and skinny, and your skin is so soft! Almost like a girl's!" She ruffled ran her fingertips through Armin's hair.

"Be good to my son, okay? He can be a little loud and obnoxious sometimes but he's a good boy!"
Eren scowled and blushed, letting out and indignant, "Mom!!!"
Armin giggled and smiled at Eren's mother. "Don't worry, I'll be good to him! Ms...."
"Jeager," Eren offered.
Eren's mom laughed, "Oh don't be silly now! Just call me Carla! Now you two, be off and have fun, okay? And if you need anything, just ask."

Eren and Armin headed upstairs to Eren's room and Armin looked back at Carla, "Thank you!" Carla smiled, "Anytime Armin!"

Eren opened the door to his room and Armin came inside. His walls were plastered with band and movie posters and even a few gay pride posters. Armin breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the sight of a rainbow poster that read, "LGBTQ+ rights are human rights!" But he still wasn't going to tell him yet, no, not yet.

Eren sat on his bed and patted the spot beside him for Armin to sit on. Armin took a seat a little farther that Eren had motioned for,as he was still quite shy. Eren huffed mockingly and put his arm around Armin's shoulders, scooching closer.
"I don't bite!" He said, his eyes glimmering with mischef.
Armin giggled nervously and gasped quietly when Eren suddenly pressed Armin back onto the bed. Armin's cheeks flushed bright pink and before he knew it, Eren was right on top of him, grinning.
"E-Eren? What are y-" He was cut off by Eren tickling him suddenly.

A laugh broke the surface and popped like a bubble. Armin squirmed as Eren pinned him down and tickled him even more. "Eren no! Haha! Get off me!" Armin said, his voice exploding with bursts of laughter. Eren only continued to torture him with tickles.

The door suddenly opened with a large bang as it hit Eren's wall. Armin winced and looked up to see a girl with jet black hair and a red scarf. She showed no expression but she was staring straight at Armin.
"Oh." The girl stated in a monotone voice.