The Reason

Mikasa is a little on edge as she walks to the park. Annie could really do anything to her when she got there. Annie didn't seem to be threatening, but it still scared Mikasa to think about possibly getting mugged with cheese-its in her hands.

“Cupcake!” Annie yells from the swings as Mikasa comes into view, and Mikasa rolls her eyes as she walks over to the punk on the swings, two baggies her in hands.

“What did I tell you about that, Punk Ass?” Mikasa sighs, walking across the grass to where the swings are placed.

“Sorry, sorry, Mikasa.” Annie stands up, “I made us sandwiches!”

Mikasa nods her head, “Well, let's go find a table, I suppose.”

Annie runs over to the nearest picnic table, sitting down, “You have to sit across from me.”

“Alright?” Mikasa sits down across from Annie, who is taking her leather jacket off. Her arm is covered in one of the prettiest galaxy sleeves that Mikasa has ever seen. It has a vibe to it that's just so bright, and it's more cartoony than anything. Mikasa can't look away.

“Staring at something Mikasa?” Annie looks down at her arm.

“Sorry, it's just... it has some really nice art.” Mikasa sets the box of Cheese-its on the tables.

Annie gets a warm smile across her face, letting a small laugh come out of her mouth, “Thanks, I like it as well. But anyways, I want you to try this.”

Mikasa gets a little worried, who knows what she could actually pull out of one of those baggies. But to Mikasa's suprise, a sandwich gets places in front of her and Annie opens her own, “I made it myself and I think it tastes good, but I wanted someone else to try it.”

“This isn't gonna drug me, is it?” Mikasa picks up the sandwich that has the strong smell of peanut butter coming from it.

“I'm not that bad,” Annie scoffs, rolling her eyes, “Just eat the damn sandwich, would you?”

Mikasa bites into the sandwich, and all the flavors hit her at once, and it isn't that bad, “Well damn, what's in this?”

“Honey, bananas, and peanut better.” Annie responds happily, as she takes a bRight into her own food, “It tastes pretty damn good, doesn't it?”

Mikasa nods her head as she bites in again, “So, you just came up with this?”

“I mean, yeah.” Annie shrugs her shoulders, biting into her food, “I had everything in my kitchen so I thought: why not?”

“It was a pretty good idea.” Mikasa admits, “If you want me to be honest, I thought these would have ended up being really bad.”

“Thank you for hurting my pride.” Annie grunts.

“Cry me a river.” Mikasa says through a mouth full of food.

“I would rather live in a drought.” Annie flips Mikasa off, and Mikasa just shakes her head disappointed.

“Anyways, yeah this is good.” Mikasa nods her head as she takes another bite, “It's actually a really nice day out today as well.”

“It's a good day to be at the park.” Annie smirks, grabbing a hand full of Cheese-its and starting to eat them, “So, how was school, eh?”

“It was fine I suppose.” Mikasa peels her coat from her arms, setting it next to her. She's just wearing a plain black t-shirt with a flannel button open over it. Annie's eyes widen, Mikasa actually didn't look that bad in flannel, “How about you?”

“Me?” Annie scoffs, “Do I look like the kind of person that would go to school?”

Mikasa should have guessed it, and just shrugs her shoulders in response, “I don't know, you might be someone who is really smart, you know.”

Annie doesn't recall a time anyone has thought she might be smart. It had always been her running away from cops calling her a punk kid with their fists over their head. She almost tells Mikasa thank you, but shoves it to the back of her brain as her body leans forward, “Nah. I'm not the smartest in the bunch, I'll tell you that.”

“That doesn't mean you couldn't be.” Mikasa continues with her food, “And it doesn't make you dumb either, you just have to try harder.”

Annie's mouth feels like it's stuffed with cotton, and her brain doesn't know what to say. A cute girl in flannel was telling her that she wasn't stupid or dumb, “Yeah, well what do you know?”

Mikasa shakes her head, “I don't know, I know it never helped when I got frustrated with my violin, just because it's hard doesn't mean you can't learn something.”

“You're a bore.”

“You're an ass.” Mikasa snaps back, lifting her head up.

“Yeah, maybe I am.” Annie leans forward, “And there's not a damn thing you can do about it, Cupcake.”

“I told you to stop calling me that!” Mikasa grinds her teeth together, feeling her muscles tense up as Annie gets closer to her, a mischievous smile making its way across her face. Mikasa is half sure that this is where she gets mugged and learns that Annie actually murders people in her free time.

“You wanna go?” Annie places her hands on the table, “Do you, do you wanna go out, on a date with me?”

Mikasa freezes, her knuckles tensing up in complete shock, “What the fuck?”

“Fuck, no, that's not what I... shit.” Annie sits back down, putting her head in her hands, “I'm so sorry, I'm just going to go, alright?”

“No, you have explain yourself Punk Ass.” Mikasa shoots her a look of anger.

“I like girls.” Annie shrugs her shoulders, letting out a sigh.

“I do to.” Mikasa's face softens a little bit, and Annie's face gets even more red as she looks down at her hands, having an internal panic attack. Mikasa gets tired of the silence that is happening between them, “I don't know is that was the best way to ask me out though.”

“This isn't how I expected it coming out in my head I guess.” Annie moves her head up, moving a piece of her red hair out of her face, “And I didn't know you like girls.”

“Yeah, and?” Mikasa shrugs her shoulders, “I like boys to, but girls are hella adorable, and I didn't know you liked them either.”

“It isn't obvious?” Annie ruffles her eyebrows together in actual shock, and Mikasa shrugs her shoulders with her dead-pan face.

“I don't really judge a book by it's cover.”

“Anyways, you don't have to but I would like to take you out to dinner tomorrow night. Nothing romantic, but something better than this?” Annie plays with her nails, a weird feeling rolling around her stomach, “I can understand if you wouldn't want to, but it's whatever.”

“Yeah, I'll go.” Mikasa stands up, putting her scarf and jacket back on, grabbing the box of Cheese-its, “Can I see your phone really quick?”

“Why?” Annie reaches in her pocket, grabbing her phone that is an old model of an Iphone, all cracked in different spots.

“Just give it to me, you'll see.” Mikasa reaches out her hand, which soon a phone is placed in. She types really fast, handing it back to Annie, “Just text me where we're going sometime tomorrow, and let me find a good excuse for my parents.”

“Because you would get killed for coming somewhere with me?” Annie stands up, grabbing all of the trash on the table.

“I would probably get grounded until I was dead.” Mikasa scoffs, “I'll talk to you tomorrow, alright?”

“That's why you sneak out your window,” Annie shrugs, giving a smirk, “If you're quiet it works.”

Mikasa only rolls her eyes and turn around, starting to walk back home. This would be a first date with a girl, even more of a strange feeling when it came to a girl like Annie. Some punk that runs around and colors things, Mikasa could never see herself falling for someone like that.

She pushes it to the back of her mind as she pushes the front door of her house open, “I'm home.”

“How was Christa?” Her mother smiles sweetly at her.

“She's good, we just talked about lessons and had some fun.” Mikasa lies, starting to head up the stairs, “She wants to take me out to dinner tomorrow, is that alright?”

Mikasa's mother turns around, a weird look, “Christa wants to take you out?”

“Her mother gave her money, we're just talking about music studies Mom, don't worry about it,” Mikasa finds herself a pretty good liar, “But can I, please?”

“I suppose.” Her mother shrugs her shoulders, and Mikasa bolts up the rest of the steps, into her room and onto her bed. She pulls out her phone, which is much different then Annie's all brand new and good looking. She was lucky to have somethings.

She types in a number and puts the phone to her ear, “Christa?”

“Yeah?” Christa responds.

“I need you to make plans tomorrow with her mother to take me out to dinner, please.”