Chapter nine: Cold weather with warm touches.

I groaned loudly as I felt the cold encase my entire frame, my lips pull back to show off my teeth as I hiss. I rub my upper arms as I sit upwards, letting the blanket slide off of my chest to pool around my legs. I yawn and look forward into the mirror in front of my and quickly shut my mouth. 'Ew...what the fuck?' I think and go to yawn a second time but I cover my mouth now. I glance over at the clock and read the time. 1:43 p.m., what an ungodly hour. Another gust of cold air brush up against my arm and chest and the heavy sound of wind blowing about shock me. I get up off the bed and gasp as my cold feet touch the floor, well, one foot. I guess one of my socks fell off, oh well. I walk over to the bathroom and proceed to brush my teeth and wash my face, using a plush white cotton towel to pat my face dry. I tug on my hair and feel the grease that's gathered from not having washed it in a few days, 'it was like, 1:42? I've got time to shower.' I think as untie the knot that kept my sweat pants extra tight around my hips, I slipped them off. I walked over to the body mirror in the bathroom and turned to the side, examining the bulge in underwear, with a huff of approval I say: "hello destroyer."

I drag my underpants off too, stepping over the fabric pooling at my ankles and turn on the shower, flinching as the spritz of cold water hits me. "The fucking--" I hiss, quickly turning the water towards a warmer temperature. I relax as the warm water rains over my back side, I reach for 'Ocean' body wash from Bath and Body works Jean bought for me as a joke, but joke was on him. I fucking love it. After effectively washing my body, I move onto my hair, using Mikasa's Aromatherapy shampoo. After successfully washing my hair, I step out of the shower and into warm dewy air, I reach for a fresh towel on the rack and begin to dry my body (which was kind of pointless because the dewy atmosphere made sure that I remained moist). I wrap the towel around my waist and step over to the sink, brushing my teeth and splashing my face with cold water to keep my lazy-ass-self awake, because I'm very tired with Finals week coming up and I can't possibly pass these tests with Armin's help, Armin... He's the sole reason I can't even focus in the first place, my future 52 will entirely be his fault and they should deduct from his credits in college, please. I use the hand towel hung up perfect to the side, curtesy of Mikasa, and bend forward slightly to pay my face dry then I leave the bathroom and curse. The cold air makes me really want to just stay home, but I have to be at the library in, like, an hour so I don't really have a choice, do I?

Choosing what to wear in a set amount of time makes me feel attacked, so when I look at the clock and it reads '2:25' I start to inwardly cry and about how my ten minute shower was not ten minutes and I am now going to be late. So I rush to pick out a perfectly fitting Navy blue long sleeve shirt that hung low on my collarbones and black skinny jeans to get tucked away into my black Doctor Martins. Just as I start rushing to gather my books my phone starts to ring, I bend backwards from kneeling over my backpack on the floor to read the message on my phone screen that rested on the bed.

Armin: Call me, please.

'Okay.' I say in my head, groaning as I pick myself up from my kneeled position and rub my sore knees. I dial his number, and he answer quickly.

"Armin?"

"Eren? Hello, thank you so much for calling." (Could've dialed me yourself, Min).

"Yeah, why...exactly did you want me to do that?"

"Oh, um, it's just that it's so cold outside and I don't want you to get sick..." I pull a worried face.

"You're not canceling, are you?" I hear him make a noise over the phone that sound like a cute huff of annoyance. Like, when you have to do something you don't wanna.

"O-of course not, it's just that I-you wouldn't feel awkward about coming to my house instead of the library, would you?"

Of-fucking-course(never).

"No...just tell me the address." I chuckle when I hear him breath a sigh of relief.

"Oh good, because I would worried, y'know, just wanted to make sure-" I smile at his rambling.

"Armin?"

"O-oh-uh-yeah?" He stutters out, I can only fathom how red his pale face is getting.

"The address."

"Oh, yeah!" So weird.

(And really adorable).

It doesn't take long to reach his home, and might I add, really extravagant home. I park across the street from his apartment building, the cities loud honking and unavoidable chatter won't let me hear my thoughts. I look up at the building, the frame stretching high with its sleek black look, windows so symmetrically placed that Death the Kid was faint over how perfect it was. The front entrance was centered so, and the frame clear just as the door, so much so that I can see the door man standing their as stiff as a pin. 'He's fucking rich, holy-oh my god it's so cold.' Deciding that it's on my best interest to fawn over the décor of the place once I'm inside and not dying of hypothermia, I safely cross the street and make my way into the building, not getting he luxury of touch such smooth glass because it swings right open thanks to the doorman, I say thank you, nevertheless. '23b, 23b, 23b, 23b,...' I repeat as I wait inside the elevator that climbs up the floors so easily that I can feel the nerves of this whole thing setting in. I mean, I'm pretty fucking dumb, what if I heard and went to the wrong address. My life is like that honestly.

When the door opens, I scurry from the box and into the lavash hallway. 'Oh my-fuck.' The black marble flooring with white swirls are accompanied by a deep gray color for the walls, the top of the day walls are lined with lights with a very good amount of space between each and-I've been staring for too long. I follow the doors(I go the wrong way first time around) but eventually I find myself before the desired door, and in a quick moment I knock on the white (metal? No, metal doesn't make this sound) door with '23b' written in black. The silent 27 second wait(I didn't count) helped to calm my jitters until the sound of two heavy duty clicks signify the door unlocking(okay, maybe it is metal) before it's creaking open revealing the small frame that is Armin Arlert.

"Eren!" He chimes and quickly moves to the side and gestures for me to enter, a large smile stretching his cherry lips, a sweet smile that stretches his chubby cheeks and his large doe cerulean eyes scrunch up with happiness and that kinda makes my stomach churn and I suppose it's because a smile on a boy shouldn't be this cute so it disgusts me? Yeah, I'll go with that, sounds most sane. "Sorry about, y'know...I just didn't want you to catch a cold because it's so cold outside-I wouldn't know how cold it was...but mom wouldn't stop talking about it on the phone so I grew a little worried is all--...weird?" He scrunched up his nose in a cute bunny fashion and I shake my head, to dismiss his assumption and to dismiss my thoughts. The soft blush that had formed on the apple of his cheeks from the thought of his mistake seemed to brighten ever so slightly, before it dissipated and the smooth alabaster skin was all that was left behind.

"It's fine, Armin, really. I'm kinda glad I'm here though, the library doesn't have a good heater." He nods his head in agreement, and when I walk further into his(pretty cozy yet still extra apartment). It's not much warmer here than it is outside, I realize, when a small shiver racks my body.

"We'll be working in my room, also hope you don't mind," he says as he walked towards the door, making a hand gesture to make sure I follow, "how rude of me," he turns to face me with another pretty smile. "Do you want a drink?" I shake my head because I don't want to impose(hah! I have a very articulate vocabulary...I just hope I used it right...).

"No, I, uh, I'm fine." I say nonchalantly and shrug my shoulders, his petite hands comes up and thwacks my shoulder while he giggles.

"You don't want a warm drink during a cold day?"

"What can I say? I'm scandalous."

"You monster." He joking gasps out, a smile quickly forming on his lips afterwards. "Two blueberry green teas'?" He asks rhetorically and walks to the kitchen gesturing for me to follow. He leads he past the cream colored walls that had white boarders along the top and bottom and, very perfectly place, pictured frames of himself and Ms. Zoë pace evenly. The light oak wood flooring was polished and I had taken our shoes off at the front before proceeding to follow the boy. He turns right, and I follow, his hair flopping as he walks and his hips slightly swaying and damn I can't remember if I ever took a moment to notice these hips because sweet Jesus--'Eren, you gay-ass jerk off, stop thinking these things.' With a sigh I shake these through a from my head, and enter the kitchen which had the same colored walls except with white tiled flooring. The cabinets and counters were made of Carolina pine(bless that one summer camp my parents sent me too), the counters had think marble tops made up white with what looked like someone had dropped grey into on accident and it dried before it could completely mix.

"Nice place you've got here..." I say, trying to replace the silence. He takes notice of this and laughs gently while standing on his tippy toes to reach for the blue tin can he must bought from Starbucks labeled "blueberry green tea."

"Thank you, that was nice of you to say." He small frame bounces around looking for two mugs to put the tea in.

"You're welcome," I start before taking notice that he was having a small trouble reaching a very specific tea mug, "need any help...shorty?" I ask tauntingly and he spins around with a pout on those lips and a reddened face.

"I-it's not my fault I got the short genes!" He says quickly and I burst into laughter at his very defense and very adorably angry self. I couldn't even bring myself to get disgusted at this thought because he looks like an actual five year old. "And yes! It was very nice of you to ask!" He says in the same tone, crossing his arms across his chest, which only makes me laugh more.

"Oh...Armin, haven't you ever thought of buying a stepping stool for moments like these?" I ask and he makes a small noise of defeat, and I look over my shoulder while I reach up to see him crouching down with his head in his hands trying to pretend that he isn't laughing. A small snort leaves his lips, and I smile triumphantly, pulling the mug down.  "Here you go."

"Thanks you."

We both wait silently until the tea is done, or more like we both sat at his island with my head tucked my arms as I rested it upon the surface and he attempted to braid my short hair saying that "it was possible" and asking "please~?" In such a sweet tone, how could I have said no? When the tea was done, we took our own mugs and he lead me to his bed room. It was when he had crawled on to the bed, with his ass facing me, that I had took into consideration the outfit he wore. A powder blue jumper that hugged his curves with white short shorts, and I begin to ask God why he has put such a sinful person in my life.  I try to ignore this a much as possible as we jump straight into study session, math being our first priority. You see, Mr. Ackerman decided that Log was something we just had to start learning, and had ever so rudely said while looking at me:

"You might want to pay attention if you even want a chance at understanding this." So of course I had purposely ignored the whole lesson to be the rebellious person that I am, but a week later when he decided to throw the words "test on Monday" I freaked out because I don't know shit. So here we are, Armin ever so wonderful explained the difference between natural log and log, and why you cannot set them equal to each other in an equation.

"I still don't get it, natural log is Ln, regular log is just log, but it still doesn't make sense. Aren't they both log?"

"Yes, of course, but they both have different bases."

"Huh?"

He sighs, with a giggle and pulls his hair into a small pony tail and clips the rest back with a bobby pin.

"Ln and Log have different bases. It's like how you can't add 2x and 2y to make 4xy, it's because they different variables, right?" I nod, understanding this. "So think of the bases as variables, they're different and there for cannot be used to set each other equal. Ln has a base of e which stands for a very long... 2 point something, something...never mind that," so different bases, they can't be set equal...I'll live. "Log itself can have different bases but normally people use log base of 10. So if you ever see a question like what does log(10) equal to, it's not that they've forgotten the base its just that it's the most frequently used...like not actually writing a 2 as the index for a radical but knowing its there because that's the set number unless written otherwise."

"Oh!" Bruh that was so easy, why am I so slow?
"I get it now, so like, wow..." I say, feeling actually quiet proud of myself. He giggles and claps his hands together standing on his knees as he smiles so brightly that his eyes scrunch up until they're not open, and his cherry lips stretch so wide I wonder what else they can stre-'WHOA , NO!' And I feel, boy can I feel it. That weird thumping in your chest as he sits back making his skinny looking thighs stretch wider at the pressure. His skin just looks so soft as he twisted his torso to reach for his cup of tea, remain in that position to drink it instead of turning back around to calm my raging boner.

His powder blue shirt lifts and reveals that soft and untouched skin of his tummy and I find myself reaching forward, shifting on the bed to place on hand on his thigh and another and his stomach as he jumps from the shock. A small touch won't make me gay? I just wanna know why is looks so beautiful. "E-Eren-?"

"Your skin is really soft." I'm not sure if I whispered it to him or to myself but those words left my mouth and were up in the air before I could even put a filter on. His slightly warmer hand(from holding the mug of tea) reached for my hand on his tummy and their colder one reached for my other hand on his thigh.

"I-I..." My fingers squeeze slightly and the soft noise he let out made my mind go crazy, one half wanted to hear more and the other was yelling at me to get a grip and realize that Armin was a pretty girl, but just my insanely annoying (read: undeniably beautifully adorable) tutor.  His fingers tightened their hold on my hand, tugging at them which snaps me out of my trance and quickly I withdrew my fingers and looking at my books but not before noticing the red imprint of my large hands burning into his skin. "Wh-what was that...are you okay?" He asked, probably trying to make sense of the situation himself, and I clear my throat, nodding.

"I-uh..." How does one explain that they were turned on by the sight of skin, and that they wanted to pull it at pinch it until it was a very pretty red so they could rub the skin to hear such soft whimpers? How would you explain that because I for one cannot find a fucking reasonable explain because--just what the fuck? "Soft money."

Money? Money? I'm trying to play it cool but I mange to fuck up a word and say money? That doesn't even sound like skin!

"E-Eren?" He says, face bright red, but his eyes didn't seem so judgmental, not were his actions as he gently placed a hand on his shoulder and looked down and then back up at me. I was it, Eren Junior trying to fight its way out and make its unnecessary appearance in life. "You should go take care of that..., the guest bathroom is down the hall, it has a sea shell in it...you can't miss it. 

And I don't, I don't miss the door as I scurry inside and wish to disintegrate into a million little pieces. Wanting to just disappear because what the fuck was that? I don't jerk off though, not wanting to admit that I've just gotten a boner by looking at the skin of another man. So I sit there for at least thirty minutes, blue balls and all, thinking over an trying to convince myself that it's just teenage hormones and that it's not my fault that Armin looks like a pretty girl.

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I'm so sorry for those of you who have been waiting for a chapter update, it's just some writers block mixed with AP and college level classes in high school don't mix. I already have the chapters planned out so I really can't give you an excuse other than my simple poor motivation but I wrote this all in like a good hour so I'm getting my flow back!

I suck and I accept the hate from those of you who had to wait.

Basically no beta, I need a beta, I want help. 

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