That night was a good night. Both of us slept well and kept fairly warm, basking in each other's body heat. I woke up to a cold early morning. I sat up, blinded by the piercing light shining brightly through the window. I could hear the morning birds singing their song. The bitter chill in the air hit me hard. I groaned and hid underneath the blanket. Armin was still asleep, facing me, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. He really was a beautiful boy. I poked at his soft porcelain cheeks. He grumbled and slowly opened his eyes which glittered in the light of the cabin. "Oh, sorry," I apologized. I didn't mean to wake him.

We both stared at each other, listening to nature's beautiful sounds. "Did you sleep well?" I asked. "Amazing. I haven't slept like that in what feels like years. I actually feel rested," he told me with a sweet smile glued to his face. I couldn't help but smile back at him. "I'm glad you did," I admitted truthfully.

"Thanks for letting me sleep here, Y/N."

"No problem."

"How early is it?" Armin asked, looking around the cabin. "Probably around 7:00 am," I guessed. "I wanna stay here a little longer." He told me. He then moved closer to me so that almost every square inch of each of us was touching. Oh how much I had missed human contact. I accepted his affection and moulded my body to his. He was so warm and I started to realize that he was really growing on me. Every time I was with him I felt like there was a knot in my stomach. I had a massive crush on him but it was hard to admit it. I wondered if he'd liked me in return. After all, was this really normal behaviour for a boy and a girl who are no more than friends?

Suddenly, the 7:30 am bell chimed. I had lost track of time, being in the moment and all. "We should get ready," I expressed, trying to get up. Armin pulled me back down onto the bed. He looked at me with his stunning blue eyes and demanded, "just one more minute." I snuggled back up to Armin and began to think. I so badly hoped that my feelings were not one-sided and that they wouldn't change our relationship. I wanted to tell him about how I felt but it was not the right time to do so. I wasn't completely sure about having 'feelings' for him, yet. I decided that I would wait a bit longer and see if my feelings would develop further. If they did, I would confess to him.

Armin rest his hand on my waist and shivers ran up my spine. He quickly pulled his hand away and apologized.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine," I assured him. I realized that we had been in bed for a while now, so I sat up and he did too. His fluffy, feathered bedhead was adorable and I loved it so. I ran my fingers through it. "That feels nice," he moaned, almost erotically, closing his eyes and tilting his head towards me. I stopped and told him, "I'll play with your hair later. Just get ready no- oh shit."

"Y/N! There's no need for foul language, I know you're better than that."

"I'm sorry, I just keep forgetting to get your clothes from my house," I growled back at him, pressing my palm against my forehead.

"I can just get some from my cabin, it's fine. Besides, you lent me yours."

Armin placed his hand on my shoulder and smiled at me. "You sure?" I asked. "Yes, it's absolutely fine. I can just run to my cabin and get some clothes. Besides, half of them will still be sleeping," he explained.

"Want me to come?"

"No, I'll be fine on my own. You can just stay here and get yourself ready."

Armin got out of bed but I stopped him. "Bring your whole bag," I instructed.

"Why?"

"Just do it. Okay?"

"Fine," he said, slipping on his shoes, then opening the door saying, "I'll be back soon." He ran outside, letting the door swing shut behind him. I sat up on my knees on the bed and watched the eager little boy run briskly through the dew-covered grass. I grabbed the wristwatch from under my bed. It read 7:35 am. I thumped down backwards on the bed and closed my eyes, listening only to the sound of my own breath. Around five to ten minutes later there was a knock on my door. "Y/N, it's me," I heard Armin announce from outside.

"Come in. You don't need to knock, by the way."

He opened the door, quietly closing it behind himself. "Well, what if you were changing? It would be rude to just walk in. Walking into someone else's cabin without knocking is just impolite, in general. And I don't want you to think I'm weird or some kind of pervert either," he explained to me. "We're friends, I don't care. Although, I do appreciate you thinking about my preferences," I replied as he walked over to me and placed a reasonably sized suitcase, more like a briefcase, on the mattress beside mine.

"This is all I have," he declared.

"That's alright. Can I look through your stuff?"

"Um... sure, I guess."

I sat up sharply and un-clicked the latches on the side of the suitcase, then swinging it open. It was mostly filled with clothes, as well as some other necessities. I rummaged through everything, determined to find something I liked. I yanked out a white blouse, some greyish-black trousers, as well as a brown vest. "Wear this, you'll look cute," I ordered him, throwing the clothes I had just picked out at him. He caught them clumsily.

"Sure," he replied bashfully, willing to obey my orders.

"I'll wait outside, okay?"

Armin grabbed my arm, stopping me as I was about to get up off of the bed. "No, you can stay. I don't mind," he told me with force. I looked at him and responded, "what happened to you being so body shy?" I smirked at him and he looked away.

"I don't know. I just feel better and more comfortable about myself around you. So, yeah..."

The last two words of his sentence faded into silence. He fidgeted with the sleeves of the sweatshirt I gave him a day ago and avoided eye contact.

"So am I staying or-"

"Stay, please."

"Alright."

I lay back down on top of the pile of clothes on my bed. It was really awkward having to look at the roof of my bunk for so long. Armin was quite the slow changer. "Are you done?" I asked eagerly. "A-Almost. That's a weird thing to ask," he stuttered.

"No, it's just that you're so quiet. I didn't know what you were doing."

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine, there's nothing to be sorry for."

"O-Oh sorry."

I sighed in a sarcastic manner, rolling my eyes. I sat quietly for another minute. Once he was finished dressing, he notified me of it, then approached the bed. His hands coiled together behind his back and he was awkwardly staring at the ground. I sat up and began to hug and shake him. I squealed loudly and his eyes widened.

"Armin you look so cute, you're absolutely precious," I yelped. "Okay, okay! Just don't squeeze me to death!" he chuckled. I released my intense grip on him and let my hands rest at his hips. "Sorry, you just look really good," I admitted, showing a bit of my affinity towards him, hoping he would notice. He scratched the side of his head and directed his eyes towards the floor below him. He put his other hand, fist-like, in front of his face to try to cover his already noticeable redness.

"D-Do I? I don't think anybody's told me that before."

"You look great. Seriously, every girl will be after you," I exclaimed. "But... but I don't want other girls to go after me," he said anxiously. "Why? Oh, no way. Do you already have your eye fixed on a special someone?" I teased, nudging him.

"M-Maybe," he stammered. I stood up quickly and grabbed his hand roughly, directing both of us to the couch. I launched Armin and myself onto the couch with a bounce. Invading his personal space, I hounded him, "Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Who is it? Tell me! I want to know! I won't tell!"

"Stop, please!" he yelled back at me. I sat back to give him some personal space. "Please, Armin? I really want to know. Can you at least give me some hints as to who she is?" I begged. I so badly wanted to know who Armin was crushing on but at the same time, it broke my heart a little to know that he was interested in someone else.

"W-Well, she's tall. Taller than me, and she's absolutely gorgeous. She has H/L H/C hair and her eyes glimmer with mystery and experience. I don't think I've ever met someone as beautiful as her. She acts really mature and I wish that I could be more like her. Every time I see her I just want to tell her how much I'm totally falling in love with her but it's hard. She probably likes a stronger, more handsome boy. She's completely out of my league," Armin explained. I put my reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Oh, Armin. Don't put yourself down. You're seriously the most attractive guy I've ever met, inside and out. I bet she already likes you. I say go for it," I told him. Saying these words hurt. My stomach literally felt like it had shrivelled up like a piece of fruit in a dehydrator. My insides were screaming at me to stop pushing him toward some other girl, yet I knew I needed to be a supportive friend. From what I heard, it sounded like he had his eye on a stunning girl. I thought that I wouldn't stand a chance against someone like that and that who he described obviously wasn't me. Sure, we had the same hairstyle, from what he explained to me, but I felt that there was no way that she could possibly be me.

I did not want to ruin his feelings for her and act jealous so I told him what he wanted to hear. I decided that I would forget about my feelings for him and just move on. I would mind my own business. This way nobody but myself would get hurt. I looked at Armin and smiled. "She sounds wonderful. She'll be so lucky to have you," I uttered.