♯ 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 TWELVE: a good job.
"Should we be out this late?" I questioned.
"Probably not," Eren said.
"Because I think we're lost." I looked out the window of the car.
"Lost? Us? Never," Connie said through a sip of juice.
"Shut up, baldo," Jean said darkly. "You didn't have to come along."
"It's my best friend's car!" Connie protested, turning around in his seat and waving his juice box in Jean's face.
"Yeah, Jean," Sasha said, turning sharply while Connie fed her a french fry.
"I'm starting to regret this," I sighed.
Armin patted my knee.
"I regretted it from the moment we spent two hours at McDonald's," Armin said. "We were starting to get looks at the amount of food we ate. I'm bloated."
"Their ice cream machine is always broken," Bertholdt said from the way back of Sasha's van. "The cashier's been saying that for weeks now. I just want my M&M milkshake in this lifetime now."
"Why are you here again, Bertl?" Eren asked innocently.
"It's 'cause he likes Annie," Reiner said loudly, nudging Bertholdt and kicking my seat again.
"S-shut up, Reiner."
"Okay, Bottomtholdt," Connie snickered. "Bet Annie tops. Have you seen that girl in PE?"
"I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that, Connie," Armin said. I twiddled with his fingers and smiled (up/down) at him. He chuckled lightly.
"You guys sure you're not a thing ye- " Reiner started.
"Oh my god, Sasha," Jean complained, cutting Reiner off. "Do you even know where we're supposed to be going?!"
"Sure, I do. We're going to the hall," Sasha scoffed confidently. "T o w n hall," She said coolly.
