The fall breeze hit you as soon as you stepped out of the door. The wind lightly tussled with your eyelashes. It wasn't too cold but it wasn't exactly hot. The sunlight beamed on the sidewalk, showing your shadow against the pavement. 

    You walk up to Connie's car that was blasting music, causing the car to vibrate. The passenger window rolls down, revealing Jean sitting in the passenger seat. "Get in the back little one."

    "Jean, Levi just pissed me off, don't make me hurt you," you say in a monotone voice. Your brown eyes were piercing through his soul. Without another word, Jean opens the door and gets into the back seat. You plop yourself into the passenger seat, closing the door upon entry. You fold your arms and begin to slouch. 

    "What has your thong in a twist," Connie asks while taking the car out of park. Before you could answer, Connie looks up to see your dad waiting at the window. "Oh. Well don't worry about it, I bought something for us to spark up with later." Connie then reaches into the glove compartment in front of you pulling out a baggie of weed. He holds it up and shakes it slightly. You slowly begin to smile. "There she is."

    Connie begins to drive off. First stop was Mo's record shop. Anytime you managed to slip out of the house, this was the only place you'd make an effort to go. 

    Connie tapped his fingers against his steering wheel as you guys reached a red light. "So.. how's you and your boyfriend ?" This question got Jean's attention, as he leaned up in between the two front seats to see your face. 

    "Boyfriend ? Bet Levi doesn't know about this one," Jean laughs nudging your shoulder with his hand. 

    You playfully push Jean's forehead back, with your finger. "He's not my boyfriend," you pause, "yet".

    "Well are we ever gonna get to meet him ?" Jean leans back up, propping his elbows on top of the middle console, resting his head on top of his hands. 

    "I don't know maybe." You shrug your shoulders and lean back into your seat. You then began to daydream about what it would be like if your friends actually did meet Armin. You were positive they would all love him but not so much Eren. 

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    A few minutes later, Connie pulls up to the record shop that was tucked in a kinda busy street in Brooklyn.  It had a sign lit up in red that read "Mo's Records". You all get out of the car and walk to the entrance. Before you got to the door, Jean rushes to open the door and bows down as you walk in. You do a sarcastic curtsey back and enter the store. The store greeted you with a warm smell of vanilla mixed with your grandmother's house. It was inviting. A few people occupied the store, including a few wanna-be indie girls and skater kids. You look around the store and spot a man with a septum piercing and a lime green buzzcut. You run up behind him and rub his head. 

    "What's up Mo," you say. The man turns around to greet you. 

    "(y/n)? Haven't seen you in forever girl come here." He brings you into a tight hug. "Oh and you bought my boyfriends." 

    Connie and Jean trailed behind you. Other guys would be put off by another guy referring to them as a boyfriend but not those two. They knew better, thanks to you teaching them. "Hey Mo, I'm fuckin' with the cut." Connie says, patting the top of Mo's head. 

     "Why thank you. I was going for the Frank Ocean look. Speaking of, (y/n) we got a new shipment in and I might've seen the Blonde vinyl you were looking for." A smile was plastered onto Mo's face, revealing a silver smiley piercing. 

    "You deadass ? Lemme go look." You turn around and rush to the section that was organized with artist's name that started with F. Jean and Connie scattered leaving you to peacefully browse on your own. 

Frankie Beverly 

Frank Sinatra

    Frank Ocean. Found you. There had to be ten copies of the Channel Orange vinyl, which you already had two of. As you were slipping through, you began to give up. Suddenly, your eyes caught the familiar white cover. You pull it out of the pile, revealing the Blonde vinyl. You hug it and put it under your arm. You continue to look around the shop for more albums. 

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    You, Connie, and Jean checked out and were back in the car. You were in the shop for about an hour until you decided to go back to your place.

    "Dude, how many Kendrick vinyls do you fucking need ?" Jean looks through your bag of records, thoroughly examining what you managed to find. 

    "I needed one for every album and a back up for 'How To Pimp A Butterfly'. Duh."

    Connie kept his eyes on the little parking spot in front of your apartment building. "Records are like your crack (y/n). It's actually starting to become a serious problem."

    "Whatever. Don't ask to borrow any of them either."

    Connie parks his car and pulls his keys out of the ignition. You all get out and walk up to your door. You take your house keys from your purse and unlock the door. Your mom greets you three at the door. 

    "Hi (y/n)- ARE THOSE MY BABIES." Your mom always considered Connie and Jean to be one of her own. She pulled them into a tight hug, as you managed to slip by. Before she released them, she gave them both small pecks on the cheek. 

    "Anyways, mom we'll be in my room," you grab Connie and Jean by the wrist, dragging them up the steps. 

    "Make sure you keep that music down. Dinner will be ready in an hour or two and for God's sake (y/n) change into something more formal by then." You roll your eyes and continue to lead the boys up to your room.