The Reason

“You want me to do what?” Christa lets out a sigh, sitting down on the couch that she was lucky enough to have in her bedroom, “If you want me to take you out to dinner, you can just tell me.”

This catches Ymir's attention enough to lift her head away from Christa's cat, giving her a strange. Christa just lets out a sigh, putting Mikasa on speaker phone for Ymir to hear, “You're on speaker, by the way Mikasa.”

“Hey Ymir.” Mikasa lets out an obvious sigh, “I have a date tomorrow, and I can not for the life of me let my mother or father know who I'm going on a date with, and I kind of told my mother that you were taking me out to dinner.”

Christa pinches the bridge of her nose, “Well, this is a new one.”

“Yeah, and what makes it even more weird, is the fact that's...you.” Ymir adds in.

“Yeah, yeah I know.” Mikasa responds, “This whole situation is kinda strange, but I'm going along with what my gut is is saying I suppose.”

“So you're going on a date?” Christa sets her phone down between her and Ymir, “I'm not doing anything until you tell me who it's with, because knowing you it's someone cheesy and enjoys books to much.”

Mikasa remains quiet on the other side of the phone, and Christa picks her phone quickly, “What the hell, did I loose you?”

“No.” Mikasa responds quietly, “She's just really different.”

“She?” Ymir leans forward, “I heard that correctly, yes?”

“Yeah.” Christa moves her hand in flicking motion at Ymir, “What is she like?”

“She's a punk, bright as red hair that she seems to only like putting into a bun, she's just your typical leather wearing, swearing, trouble making punk.” Mikasa explains.

Ymir is still shocked that Mikasa is going on a date, a look of shock across her face, and Christa is just concerned about her best friend, “Are you sure she's safe?”

“I mean, she made me food.” Mikasa responds, “I have no idea if she's safe, but there's something about her that I like. I just really don't need my father freaking out about her, because if I caught with her I would be dead.”

“Who?” Ymir asks suddenly.

“She's the one teenager my Dad has been attempting to track down forever now it seems, she has been shop lifting around time, and you know that my father is called in for everything.” Mikasa explains, “And I thought I would give her a chance, all she's wanted from me so far is Cheese-its.”

“Mikasa!” Christa scolds her like she's a child, “Do you know how hurt you can get doing this?”

“If I get hurt anyway you can rub in my face, but Christa please, you're like my only friend.” Mikasa begs through the phone.

“Well what am I?” Ymir scoffs, turning back to Christa's white cat.

“Pleaassee?” Mikasa whines again, “I'll pay you back in any way I can, but please just help me with this.”

“Fine.” Christa gives up, leaning back on her couch, “Whatever, sure. I'll ask after me an Ymir watch a movie.”

“Thank you.” Mikasa almost yells, hanging up the phone. Christa looks over at Ymir, shaking her head in a disappointing manner.

“Hey, you have to let her learn her lessons.” Ymir lets out a sigh, rubbing her shoulder with a low groan.

“Are you alright, you've been doing for the past couple hours.” Christa turns her attention over at Ymir hissing in pain.

“One of the guys must have pushed me a little to hard, my shoulder is killing me.” Ymir rolls her shoulder, letting out a sigh, “I'll be fine though.”

“Here sit in front of me.” Christa points in front of the couch, and Ymir gives her a weird look, but goes along with it anyway.

Christa places her hands on Ymir's shoulder, starting to put pressure on it, “Your shoulder is hard as a rock, Ymir.”

“Like I said, something probably happened in practice.” Ymir hisses as to much pressure is put on her shoulder. Christa stops for a second and lets out a sigh, standing up.

“Put the movie in, I'll be back upstairs with an icepack.” The small girls runs out of her bedroom, leaving Ymir to stand up and put the movie in. The pain in her shoulder make it feel as if it's on fire as she's walking around.

Ymir places herself back on the couch, rolling her shoulder again to see if she can get any of the pain to go away, but instead more pain runs through her nerves.

The short blonde runs back into the room, walking over to Ymir, plopping next to her and placing the ice pack on her shoulder, “Don't you guys take those like, ice baths after you practice?”

“Nah, that's only after really hard games.” Ymir explains, “Plus, it didn't hurt this bad a couple hours ago. I hope I didn't do anything to bad with it. I'm one of the best players on the team.”

“I'm sure you're fine.” Christa grabs the remote, pressing play on the movie. Christa leans her head on Ymir, “This doesn't hurt any, does it.”

Ymir shakes her head, “No, the ice pack is helping a little. If it isn't gone by the end of the movie, I'll take some pain killers.”

“Alright.” Christa yawns, letting the weight of her head rest on Ymir's shoulder. Ymir looks down at Christa, who has her head just resting there. Ymir feels something suddenly, she would call it something along the lines of happiness. Christa is really warm, and she had never been this cuddly with Ymir.

Ymir checks every couple of minuets, and suddenly Christa's large blue eyes ave fluttered shut, and her had fallen asleep. Ymir feels the happiness get bigger, and it takes over her stomach. Christa looks like much more of a child when she's asleep, Ymir doesn't mind the sight.

The tan skinned girl moves around a little bit, lifting her arm a little as her shoulder was getting stiff, and Christa's head slides into her lap. This makes Ymir's skin flush a bright red, she wasn't going to wake Christa up to tell her that she was falling asleep, so she takes is upon herself to try and carry Christa to her bed only a couple feet away.

The pain in Ymir's shoulder is back on fire as she carries Christa back to the bed, pulling the covers up to her shoulders. She moves and grabs a teddy bear not far away from her, ignoring Ymir and falling back asleep. Ymir just admires how small Christa is, how cute she looks as she's asleep.

“Oh shit, Ymir you're a creep.” Ymir thinks to herself, turning away from the bed and laying on the couch. Christa's cat crawls up onto the couch with Ymir, making herself comfortable on her chest, and Ymir does nothing but pet the cat under it's chin and closes her eyes to the purring noises it makes.