Meetings
Annie finally can't breath as she finally reaches her house, clenching her chest with her hand as little to no air is coming into her body. She stumbles into her house, letting the smell of a home booked meal come through her nose, “Dad, are you cooking?”
Her Dad laughs from the kitchen, “Yes, I am.”
Annie walks slowly to her kitchen, shoving ramen packets and soup cans into the tiny pantry that was just a closet sitting in their kitchen, “Where'd you get the food, anyhow?”
“Mrs. Ackerman stopped by earlier today and gave it to me.” He answers, and Annie freezes turning to her father.
“The cops wife came to our house today?” She leans against a wall, “Well, that's a new one.”
“She wanted to see if you were getting better with your actions.” Her father lets out a sigh, and Annie just looks at the ground, “But you're a teenager, I know that I can't stop you.”
Annie slips her sweat shirt off and places it on the back of the chair. Her left arm is covered in a sleeve that is space. The whole galaxy pretty much covers her arm, her right only has a dragon on her inner arm, nothing to fancy but a good looking tattoo in all.
“Whatever.” Annie pushes her bangs out of her face, showing the eyebrow stud that peirces through her eyebrow, “You know the reason I do that shit.”
“Yeah.” Her father nods his head, “I know.”
Annie walks over and sneaks into her dad's arms. He holds her for a couple seconds, still paying attention to the pork chops on the stove, “You're still a good girl, I'll always be on your side.”
Annie just agrees, slipping back of her Dad's arms, placing herself at the kitchen table. She checks her phone, which is filled with texts from her friends Bertolt and Reiner group chatting her.
“You were at the Ackerman's? You're dumb.” Reiner says,and Annie just rolls her eyes at it.
“I'm sure Annie had a good reason for it, right?” Bertolt replies.
“Yeah, sure. I had to hide from a store manager.” Annie types quickly, sending it.
“You did that again?” Reiner sends, a frowning face by it, “You know much of a bad idea that is, right.”
Annie rolls her eyes, “No one would think that I was a cops house, plus Mikasa let me hide. And only almost pushed me out the window a couple times.”
“Annie!” Bertolt types, a worried emjoi after it.
“Didn't die.” Is all Annie sends, before putting her phone down as her Dad walks to the kitchen, setting down the food. Annie smile wide as she looks at the corn that's still on the cob, and the pork chops. She also smiles at her Dad being so happy, it was really nice of Mikasa's mother to bring them food. It had been a while since she had one of her Dad's home cooked meals.
“The Ackerman's have a daughter that is your age.” Her father finally speaks, looking over at his daughter.
“I know.” Annie nods her head, slowly, “I accidentally ran into her today, she fell down and got her knee pretty bad.”
Her father looks over at her concerned, “How rude were you?”
“I wasn't, I said that I was sorry.” Annie shakes her head, “I didn't mean to run into her so hard at all, so I did what I was supposed to do and said that I was sorry.”
“That's a new one for you.” Her father jokes and Annie rolls her eyes at the remark.
“Uh-huh.” Annie responds, nodding her head, “Well, she did nothing wrong, so there was no point in being rude to her, she's to cute and innocent to let be hurt.”
Her father looks over at her a little strange, “I think that's the nicest thing that has come out of your mouth in a long time.”
Annie nods her head slowly, shoving her mouth full of food. She wasn't going to explain almost being caught by Mikasa's dad, or the fact that Mikasa freely shoved her into a closet. It wasn't something to bring up during dinner, so she nods her head. She technically wasn't lying, she had said sorry to Mikasa about crashing into her.
After dinner Annie does the same thing, she goes to her room to have a joint and have a nice night of sleep. That she never gets usually.
The next day she wants to talk to Mikasa again. But this time it's because she actually wants to get to know the girl, she couldn't be that bad. Her room looks like she had gotten it out of a hipster house guide. Somehow, Annie was still interested in how the girl would act.
“Oh god, I'm a creep.” Annie leans against a tree, a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, “But whatever, maybe I'll make a friend other than Bertolt and Reiner.”
There was she, dressed in that red scarf, a black jacket that was obviously cotton, a pair of blue skinny jeans, and converse. Annie didn't mind the outfit that much, but didn't think that anything was cooler than what she wearing in her leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and combat boots.
“Yo, Cupcake.” Annie runs over to Mikasa, and Mikasa doesn't listen. She has her earbuds in, listening to her music as loud as it can go. Annie runs over and taps on her shoulder.
This triggers Mikasa to jump three feet into the air and swing her hand in Annie's direction, hitting in her in the side of the head.
“That wasn't nice, now was it.” Annie grunts, rubbing the side of her head.
“What the hell do you want.” Mikasa crosses her arms, “What happened yesterday doesn't make us friends, as you could guess.”
Annie grunts, rolling her eyes, “You are so fucking stuck up oh my god.”
“And your a hard headed creep.” Mikasa narrows her eyes, “What do you need from me?”
“I was going to ask you if you wanted to go to the park with me, but whatever if you're going to be a bitch then it's not worth it.” Annie spits out, starting to walk away.
“Why do you want to be friends with me?” Mikasa sighs, following Annie anyways, “I could get you in trouble right away.”
“Eh, it's not like your Dad hasn't caught me before.” Annie lights the cancer stick in her mouth, letting smoke rise against the cool air, “Plus, not all kids have to be like their parents, you know.”
“I'm not really like my father, or I would have shot you by now.” Mikasa lets out a sigh, letting a light laugh come out after it.
“I guess I'm lucky you haven't.” Annie responds, slowing down so she's next to Mikasa.
“Alright, maybe your not that bad.” Mikasa shugs her shoulders, “But I know my father would kill me if he knew I was hanging out with his most wanted.”
“You don't have to tell your Dad.” Annie responds, letting more smoke rise into the air. Mikasa shrugs her shoulders not saying much, she doesn't really know what to say at this point, so Annie speaks back up. “Alright, how about we start this again, my name is Annie.”
“My name is Mikasa.” Mikasa holds her hand out, Annie shaking it properly.
“There, now we can pretend like I didn't climb through your window.” Annie claps her hands together, letting off a small laugh, “Alright Mikasa, what do you do in your free time?”
“I read.” Mikasa snorts, “And sometimes play my violin.”
“Oh my god you're a bore.” Annie makes a grossed out face, but has a tone that shows that she's joking around a little, “Were you raised alright?”
“Shut up.” Mikasa rolls her eyes, “What do you do, Punk Ass.”
“Punk Ass, that's a nice nickname.” Annie flicks her cigarette, letting out another smoke cloud, “I like to murder people on my free time.”
Mikasa's eye widen, and Annie starts laughing really hard, shaking her head, “Oh my god, you actually fell for that shit, that is gold. I don't murder people, I just like to get high in my room and draw.”
“Wow, so punk of you.” Mikasa scoffs.
“Hey, you don't know punk alright.” Annie puts out her cigarette, flicking the end somewhere.
“Whatever.” Mikasa shrugs her shoulders, “I just wouldn't see you as a art person is all.”
Annie smirks, “Not the first time I've gotten that one, I'm not always an asshole I guess.”
Mikasa looks down at the ground, she doesn't really have words to say as she would rather be in a book right at a moment. But Annie is keeping her pace up with Mikasa, and would probably follow into her house if Mikasa let her.
“Oh, and a really big thank you to your mother.” Annie's voice becomes a little soft, “She brought food to my father, and it was a big help.”
“Yeah, my mother is the type to feel for all people, that's for sure.” Mikasa nods her head, “Where as my father is all about the law, people need to follow it and worship it.”
Annie gets a confused looks across her face and shakes her head, “People believe what makes them feel better, I suppose. But you're mother is a really nice person, and she really cares about you.”
“I know, but I could use some independence.” Mikasa responds, “Because I know my family really cares about me, but I don't even have a car because it's not safe for me to drive.”
“Wow.” Annie laughs a little bit, “And walking is any better?”
“Right.” Mikasa agrees with her, getting a small amount of amusement from it, “Like, I could get mugged or something walking, but if I were to could get mugged driving I could like, run over the person.”
“You would run over someone?” Annie ruffles her eyebrows together, “Wow, you are a cruel person.”
“Shut up.” Mikasa narrows her eyes as she looks back over at Annie, who is looking up at the sky as she walks.
“Alright, I'll just be quiet.” Annie sighs, keeping her eyes on the sky, “That cloud up there looks like a penis.”
“Ew, what.” Mikasa looks up, and Annie points it out.
“It looks like a mans genitals.” Annie keeps her finger pointing to it.
“I don't think you've seen a man's genitals.” Mikasa covers her face from the sun as she trying to look at a cloud.
“I bet you haven't either.” Annie looks over at Mikasa, “I'm sure your Dad sheilds you from all of that, to keep you an innocent little flower.”
“Uh, this doesn't mean he goes through my internet history.” Mikasa puts her finger up, “Plus, you get weird places when you start clicking on things.”
“Ew, you're a perv.” Annie jokes, letting out a laugh.
“I am not.” Mikasa gets defensive, putting her scarf over her face.
“Cupcake is a perv.” Annie teases.
“Would you stop calling me Cupcake?” Mikasa rolls her eyes, “And I am not, I just happened to go through the wrong side of Tumblr.”
“Oh, with Tumblr it makes more sense.” Annie shrugs her shoulders, “And what's so wrong with Cupcake as a nickname, I like it.”
“I don't know, maybe the fact that you just met me?” Mikasa scoffs, “Like do you go around calling everyone sweetie.”
Annie nods her head, “Yeah pretty much.”
Mikasa pinches the bridge of her nose, “Alright, well I would like it if you would just call Mikasa, please?”
“Fine, fine.” Annie waves her hand quickly, “It'll do.”
“You're such a little shit, you know that right.” Mikasa is obviously a little frustrated.
“Ooo, you swore.” Annie uses jazz hands, and Mikasa lets out a noticeable groan, leaning her head back.
“Oh, stop that I've been swearing since you met me.” Mikasa slaps Annie playfully.
“You hit me.” Annie hits her back, and Mikasa just lets out a small laugh and shakes her head.
“I really do have to get home though.” Mikasa lets out a sigh, “How about we meet at the park? Maybe sometime tomorrow after school hours?”
Annie thinks about it for a second, and agrees, “Bring snacks.”
“What kind?” Mikasa asks, “Because the most I have is Cheese-its.”
“They'll do.” Annie shrugs her shoulders, stopping so she could turn around, “So I'll meet you at the park tomorrow at five, that sound good?”
Mikasa just agrees and runs back to her house, hoping that her mother wouldn't make a comment about how late she was, but it was of course brought up as soon as she walks into the door.