Me on a job interview...
Interviewer: what abilities can you bring to the table?
Me: I can colour in Nunavut
Interviewer: you're hired!

Growing Pains-Classified

Eren didn't have the heart to tell Armin what he had said the night before. He didn't want to know why Armin only had four months to live. It was too painful to deal with right now. Whatever it was, he knew he couldn't save his friend.
He decided to settle with making Armin smile as many times as he could. That was all that mattered right now.
"Hey, you've got syrup on your cheek." Armin pointed out with a small giggle, pulling him out of his worries.
"Where?" Eren asked, reaching toward his face. Armin chuckled and grabbed his hand using his other fingers to wipe at his cheek.
"Y-you..." Eren felt his face heat up and his heart race. What was this feeling?
"Boys, hurry the hell up. We have to go." Mikasa groaned from the doorway of the kitchen.
"Sorry!" Eren covered his blushing face as he tried to clean up all the dishes. He and Armin climbed into Mikasa's car and were instantly driven to the library.
"Back to the same old shit." Eren sighed as he climbed out.
"Yeah! Back to the fun stuff!"

***

Armin was waiting for his grandpa to show up when Jean pulled into the parking lot in a shiny red convertible. He was wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket even though it was hot. Armin couldn't believe he was having a mid life crisis so early.
"Hey, Armin!" Jean greeted. "Is Marco inside?"
"Yeah. He's cleaning up."
"Great. I'll go help him." Jean started to walk toward the library doors but stopped. "So...uh...you and Eren?"
"What about us?"
"You sure are getting close."
"Yeah. He's a good friend."
Jean smirked but Armin didn't know what the expression meant.
"That's cool. See ya later."
"Yeah. Bye."
Jean nodded and entered the library.
After a few more minutes of waiting for his grandfather, Armin got bored and decided to help with cleanup. He entered the library but stopped when he could hear a distinct conversation happening.
"I dunno, Jean. How am I supposed to council all these people when a lot of them are older than me and I can't even handle reading Korean webcomics about abusive, gay relationships."
"Marco, don't let it get you down. You were just a little bit high and it just wasn't the right time for Killing Stalking."
Armin ducked behind a book shelf so he could listen better.
"But they were fictional characters. I shouldn't have gotten worked up like that."
"Look, I read it too. Even I was mad at myself for hurting Levi like that. Don't worry."
"Jean, I'm really sorry for punching you in the stomach and screaming in your ear."
"It's alright, Spot. I forgive you."
"I told you not to call me that unless we were in the bedroom."
"Everywhere is the bedroom if you're with me.~"
Armin covered his mouth to hide a screech and shuffled out of the library again.
Marco and Jean were relationship goals and all...but not in the library. The library was sacred.
Armin's grandpa pulled into the parking lot the moment he got out of the building.
"Who has the hot rod?" He asked as Armin climbed into the passenger seat.
"Oh, just a friend of mine." He answered.