*Jean's POV*

I woke up on the bedroom floor with my legs apart and my arms spreading on the carpet. I rubbed my eye and saw Eren lying down on the couch, lazily drinking a bottle of sprite while watching spongebob

As soon as Eren saw me fixing my pajamas, he smiled, "Hey, you're awake."

I returned the smile, "Yeah, so what time is it?"

He checked his watch. Then resting his head lazily on the pillow, "3:00am."

I groaned tiredly as I dumped my drunk and numb body on the bed, "why the hell did we wake up so early? We were drunk ass last night. I expected a later time."

He chuckled, "Well...actually you weren't asleep at all. You accidentally combined Jack Daniels whisky and coffee made of rat poop on a dish washing machine, in...the dish washing machine."

I groaned louder, "UHH..."

"Then you got out of the washing machine with a filthy underwear, screaming, "I found your lost baby!!!" Then falling unconscious on the floor. That...stuff probably knocked you down."

I banged my head on the pillow tiredly, sighing disappointingly, "This is not how I want to spend our last day together... It just doesn't feel right."

He sighed back, "Eh, it alright. We'll see each other through social media and stuff. So it's gonna be fine."

"You're drunk again, aren't you?"

~~~7 hours later~~~

"Eren? You ready to leave yet?" I yelled at the bathroom door, "Why do you need to change in the bathroom anyways? We're both guys."

He opened the door exhaustingly, almost to the point of passing out, "I'm sleepy, can we do this tomorrow? I woke up two hours earlier than you."

I'm facepalmed, "Eren, your date with Armin's already tomorrow. And we can't move it, Petra already booked our flights."

He hissed tiredly, yawning of his less amount of rest. I smiled brightly ( for the first time for real ).

"Hey. You're gonna be fine. Marco's really understanding. Just...don't allow him to send you home for the day, alright?"

He yawned again, "Okay. I'll get some coffee on the way."

DING DONG!

I sighed happily, "That must be Marco." I threw him a breath mint. He picked it up, raising an eyebrow confusingly,

"What's this for?"

I smiled again, "Your breath smells like cow's crap."

He laughed, "Thanks, horse..."

"No problemo, big eyes."

~~~ten minutes later~~~

KNOCK KNOCK!

I opened the door, to see Armin. I grinned as a greeting,

"Hey, Armin!"

His eyes widened a bit at my greeting, he giggled softly and rubbed his elbow, "Hey, Jean! So...where do you wanna go?"

"Umm...I guess we could go ice skating. I got enough money for that anyways."

He smiled brightly, "Sounds good to me..."

~~~at the skating rink~~~

*Armin's POV*

I just finished tying the laces of my ice skates. I think Jean already went ahead in the skating rink. He knows how to tie his skates faster, I don't know how though.

Then I heard Jean shout, "Hey, Armin! You ready?"

I smiled. I walked slowly to the rink, trying to avoid slipping or tripping.

I just reached the ice. It was really slippery. And why did Jean choose a skating rink without a railing?

I stayed still, trying not to move a muscle. Because any kind of movement might cause me to slip or fall.

Jean shouted from the distance, "ARMIN! COME ON!!! WHATRE YOU WAITING FOR!?!"

I faked a smile, shouting back, "IM COMING!!"

I took a small baby step. Continued on my way. I accidentally took one step too big, causing me to slip.

I thought I was gonna get an accident. Until someone caught me, and of course...it was Jean.

"You okay?" He asked curiously, bending down.

I panted for a few seconds, smiling again after, "Yeah. It's just...I don't really know how to skate."

"Well...I can help you." He held both of my hands and dragged me around the ring. Almost like we were dancing in a ball, just... Not actually dancing.

I smiled the whole time. But then after a few minutes, I realized this was our last day. I began to tear up.

As soon as Jean realized I was crying, he brought me back to the shoe fitting lobby and gave me a seat, asking

"Are you okay? Why're you crying? Did you get hurt or something-"

I hugged him tightly. I cried loudly, making wet stains on his shirt, I rested on his shoulder, weeping.

"What's wrong? Seriously what's the problem?" He asked again, not knowing about what's going on.

I panted, stuttering in weeps, "J-Jean... Please...I d-don't care if you don know what going on...j-just keep this in m-mind..."

I whispered in total sadness, "Please don't forget me..."

He hesitated, ended all his questions. He hugged me back. When I was taking a look at him, I could see him tearing up as well.

He muttered, "I'll never forget you. I'm only worrying that you'll forget me."

I sighed, "Never."