ᴛᴀᴘᴇ sɪx - ᴅᴏ ᴜs ᴀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ?

𝟶:𝟶𝟿 ━❍───────── -𝟷:𝟸𝟷

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◉ RECORDING, tape six:

"Did I jeopardize my friendship or did I jeopardize my chance? Both asked for favors and I was only able to fully do one favor...this sucks."

sᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ
𝟹:𝟶𝟾 ᴘᴍ

❧ Two hours has passed since you stayed back at Iris's, chatting and eating with Iris and Jayce. The two spent the most of their time bickering about what they should watch on Hulu, you mostly sitting back and just on your phone the whole time.

You checked the time on your phone while sucking on your lollipop that Jayce, who kindly offered you some from his candy jar. Iris honestly felt offended since Jayce never wants to give any of his candy to her- "Maybe 'cause your sister is, uh i don't know, less annoying?" was Jayce's excuse.

You popped the lollipop out of your mouth and hurriedly stood up from the couch, "Uh I gotta go y'all, I promised to meet Eren at the coffee shop," you skipped to the coat hook to grab your jacket before putting on your boots, zipping it from the back.

"Bye," Iris and Jayce said at the same time, their eyes glued to their television. You grabbed your purse, tossing your phone inside of it before closing the door behind you. Before you started to walk, you pulled your braids that were inside your jacket and rolled your eyes after hearing shouts coming from behind the door.

You mumbled under your breath that the two just never knew how to keep their yelling down as you walked down the hall and down the stairs to the exit. The walk from the apartment to your car in the parking lot took only 5 minutes since you didn't park too far away.

Unlocking your car, you tossed your purse onto the passenger seat and sat in your seat, gripping onto the steering wheel as you closed the door before starting the engine.

"Alright y/n, only a 25 minute drive..." your words began to trail off after hearing your phone ring. You sucked your teeth and rummaged in your purse to find your phone that you tossed in, not too long ago.

Praying that it wasn't Eren calling you to complain about you not being where he needed you to be, your shoulders relaxed a bit but rose up after the contact name read- "Armin?" you answered the call, cringing at how quickly you picked up the phone call.

"Yes! Y/n, so glad you picked up," Armin breathed, exhaling in somewhat sounded like a relief to hear your voice.

"What's wrong?" you held your phone with one of your hands, the other on your steering wheel as you looked at both sides of the ride before turning right.

"I was wondering if you've seen a purple folder anywhere, I think I left it in your classroom yesterday," you didn't have to physically see Armin, but you can visual him running his fingers through his hair, stressfully.

"Purple folder, purple folder," you mumbled as you repeated over and over again. You stopped at the traffic light and looked over your dashboard to see a purple folder that Armin was speaking about.

"Oh? Is it the folder with the checklist inside of it?" you reached over the dashboard to grab the purple folder, biting your bottom lip while knitting your eyebrows.

"Mhm. My students names are listed on there, it's crucial that I have it with me though," Armin began to speak in his calm, soothing tone that you really liked to hear.

"I did realize that you left it, I was gonna give it back on Monday but if I knew it was this important, I should've given it to you sooner," you squeezed in a small laugh in your sentence, Armin chuckling over the phone too.

"Do you mind, uh, bringing it to me?"

You paused for a few seconds to register his question. You were so quiet that Armin was convinced that you probably hung up, "Hello?" his questioning tone caused you to blink back into your conscious again.

"Sorry..you want it right now?" You mentally face palmed yourself after your question. Of course he wanted it right now y/n, you scolded yourself, It was important like he just stated, why ask that?

You groaned lowly after feeling quite stupid, Armin on the other hand was chuckling, "Yeah, right now would be nice," Armin smiled, finding it cute how flustered you felt, "I'll message you my address, okay?"

"Y-yeah. that's okay," you parked your car beside a curb, waiting for the text notification to pop up after you both exchanged your goodbyes. That's when it hit you. Eren.

"Shit," you covered your eyes with your hands, slowly pulling down on your face, realizing the mistake you made. You clicked on your message thread with Eren, typing your text to him.

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 💙
______________________

𝐲𝐨𝐮
͏͏͏͏e͏͏r͏͏e͏͏n. ͏͏i͏͏m͏͏m͏͏a ͏͏b͏͏e ͏͏a
͏͏͏͏l͏͏i͏͏t͏͏t͏͏l͏͏e...͏͏l͏͏͏͏i͏͏t͏͏t͏͏l͏͏e ͏͏͏͏b͏͏i͏͏t ͏͏l͏͏͏͏a͏͏t͏͏e , ͏͏k?

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 💙
*taps foot*

͏͏y͏͏n...͏͏i ͏͏r͏͏l͏͏l͏͏y ͏͏n͏͏e͏͏e͏͏d
͏͏t͏͏͏͏h͏͏i͏͏s, ͏͏c'͏͏m͏͏o͏͏n.

𝐲𝐨𝐮
͏͏i ͏͏j͏͏u͏͏͏͏s͏͏t ͏͏h͏͏a͏͏v͏͏͏͏e ͏͏t͏͏͏͏o͏͏ ͏͏d͏͏r͏͏o͏͏p
͏͏s͏͏o͏͏m͏͏e͏͏t͏͏h͏͏i͏͏n͏͏͏͏g ͏͏o͏͏f͏͏f ͏͏f͏͏o͏͏r ͏͏a͏͏r͏͏m͏͏͏͏i͏͏n

͏͏i͏͏t'͏͏l͏͏l ͏͏b͏͏e ͏͏q͏͏u͏͏i͏͏͏͏c͏͏k, ͏͏p͏͏r͏͏͏͏o͏͏͏͏m͏͏i͏͏s͏͏͏͏e!!

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 💙
͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏o͏͏k o͏͏k͏͏, ͏͏i ͏͏t͏͏r͏͏u͏͏s͏͏t
͏͏y͏͏o͏͏u. 🙄

After seeing Eren's reply, your eyes flickered up to the top of your screen to read Armin's address. Inserting the address to your GPS, thankfully the drive was only 20 minutes from your location. Which means...it would take only 5 minutes to get to the coffee shop- Sealed!

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❧ After 3 wrong ways that your stupid GPS led you to, you finally made it to Armin's place. He lived in a building similar to yours, tall, spacious parking lot with gates that have grasses decorated with flowers.

The purple folder was held in your hands, feeling it brush against your leg every time you walked and moved your hand back and forth. You looked at your phone again to check what door number Armin told you to knock on as you pressed the second floor button with your knuckle.

Armin's apartment was close to the elevator, you only had to walk past two doors to finally stand in front of it, "Just...chill," you advised yourself, hoping that it would help. You knocked his door gently, hoping that it was loud enough for him to hear.

You scratches your temple with your nail after not hearing an answer, or even any footsteps nearing the door. You knocked again, this time louder. Still no answer.

"Maybe he's not even here..." you began to say but rose your eyebrows after the door moved. Seemed like Armin left it open for you, knowing that you were coming over. You pushed the door to reveal his well organized and clean living room, his kitchen on the other side of the entrance at the door.

The whole entire apartment was silent, really silent. The only thing you could hear was running water that you assumed was coming from the bathroom that was down the hall from your left.

Not sure if you should take off your shoes or not, you just decided to keep them on. It was just a drop off and leave, not like you were gonna stay? Eren needed you anyways, your friend needed you.

You roamed into the living room, the purple folder behind held from behind your back. His living room was extremely spacious, 3 king beds would probably fit. A glimpse of something shiny caught your eye and there it was, a clear glass box that contained loads of seashells placed on top of a small table.

"Wow," you whispered to yourself in amazement. A clear glass box and a clear glass bowl were placed beside one another, filled with seashells inside of them.

They looked too fragile to touch and you wanted to be respectful, since that's what your mom taught you. You don't just go into someone's house for the first time and the first thing you do is touch something that ain't yours, her quote was sewed to the back of your brain.

Your hands were now on your knees after seeing his fish tank, underneath that same table. It was like this specific area was a mini aquarium. You were dumbfounded by the ocean paintings he even had on his walls.

"Pretty, aren't they?" Armin was walking out of the hallway while pulling down on his shirt before leaning against a wall to look at you from behind. You looked over your shoulder and rapidly stood up straight and turning around, feeling your face heat up at the position you were originally in.

Your hand brushed behind your bum to fish for your back pocket to stuff your hand in, "Yeah, really pretty," Armin could hear your nervousness through your laugh, which made him smile honestly.

Your braids were tied up in a bun so you couldn't really rake your hand through them like you usually do when your nervous. Armin didn't move from where he stood, he stayed put just to keep staring at you.

Before your eyes went down to your shoes, you noticed the pieces he wore. For someone who was staying home all day, he sure loved to look good no matter what. He wore a black, loose v neck shirt and a red flannel pattern pajama pants, and slippers that were definitely a Christmas present.

His hair was still wet from his shower even after drying it with his towel plenty of times. You watched him shake his head and running his fingers through his hair repeatedly as he walked up to you.

You gulped after feeling his presence directly in front of you, still unsure on where to keep your eyes without feeling awkward. Your nostrils took in a scent from Armin, an amazing scent of bath soap and lotion. Even better, a light and thankfully not such a strong scent of cologne.

Armin leaned his face closer to yours, his puckered lips being moved to the side as he attempted to search for your eyes, "My folder, Ms Cole?" Armin reached down to your hands, softly grazing his fingers against them with purpose before tapping his folder with them.

Your lips were left agaped as your eyes flickered from his lips that were formed into a teethless smile, his cheeks lifting up and back up to his eyes that were barely even blinking. It was like he didn't want to waste any of his blinks while admiring you.

"Oh, yes. Here," you held up the folder in between the two of you before placing it against his chest. Armin thanked you immediately right after.

"You want anything to drink?" Armin held his folder underneath his armpits while walking backwards into his kitchen. Your lips parted but no words came out, "Uh, no thanks actually, I was just about to leave anyways," you waved your hand with a flick of your wrist.

"Are you in a rush?" Armin snorted while grabbing a glass cup and slowly reaching for his fridge handle.

"Sorta," you responded, keeping your hands clasped together, "I gotta meet Eren at the coffee shop, he's doing this-"

"Photography project, yeah I know," Armin finished your sentence while pouring coconut water into one glass, "He asked me to help him but I couldn't...work," he said right after to give you a better context of his reasonings before taking a sip of his beverage.

"Mhm.." you hummed with your pursed lips, still standing a few feet away from his kitchen. Armin gulped down his coconut water and rinsed the glass before leaving his kitchen.

"I just thought it wouldn't hurt for you to kick back for a while, yeah? I mean..I can tell you about my seashells. You were pretty amazed by them," Armin's eyes were darted behind you to look at his box and bowl of seashells, his hands now stuffed in his pockets.

You chewed your bottom lip, growing indecisive if you should stay for a bit with Armin or leave to see Eren.

Staying with Armin would mean some more time with him. To get to know him, you really liked him and you didn't want to miss this opportunity, did you even like him enough to stay though? But Eren needed you, with his project of course. You didn't wanna turn that down either or even stand him up.

You looked at Armin who's face was plastered with him begging for you to stay with him. He didn't have to say anything or do anything to persuade you to stay with him, the look in his eyes did it all for you.

"A few minutes wouldn't hurt.." you finally made up your mind, smiling unsurely as Armin returned the same smile as you. He walked up to you, gently placing his hand on your back to guide you to his couch.

"Stay here, i'll bring them to you!" Armin spoke with excitement.