also, lets pretend armin had a hella rad party to celebrate him finally reaching puberty and eren got hella drunk.
Ok now that we have some backstory, lets continue on with the crack!story I wrote at 3am B))
His fingers carelessly pressed against the screen of his phone in attempt to dial the digits he remembered from the top of his head. Though it took the brunette several tries, Eren finally managed to type in the correct phone number (without snickering whenever he wrote ‘8008135’), before pressing the call button without hesitation.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring—
“Jesus Eren, why on earth are you calling me at—“
“Ah, (Y/n), just the girl I wanted to talk to! Listen, Armin’s passed out and Marco’s twerking on Jean again, so I’m gonna need a lift home. Or maybe to Disneyland. Do you think they sell alcohol?”
“Its 3am! Of all the times you ever though