8. Harold, They're Lesbians

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Bella Swan in Twilight: No Charlie, there aren't any..... boys...... in town I want to date

11 year old me: I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me
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The sun was out on Monday. To nobody's surprise, the Fritzes were absent. Camping, that was their excuse, wasn't it? Or maybe because they would burn up and die if they were caught in the sun. 

At lunch, Historia found out that Marco had asked Jean to go to prom with him, and Jean had agreed - however, Jean had only agreed to go as friends. Marco didn't mind, though, because he was happy to be with him in any way. Sasha had dropped hints to Connie, but he hadn't picked up on any of them. 

The rest of the day passed with little incident. Uri was still out when Historia got home, and he'd called her to say he was bringing food home for dinner.

Historia decided to pass the time with a book she'd picked up from one of Uri's bookshelves, some 19th century romance novel. However, after a few pages, she realised with disgust that the love interest was named Ilma, and that was far to close to Ymir for her liking. She found a second novel, but the main character went by Emila, and that was even closer. Historia put the book back with annoyance.

In the few minutes Historia had left her phone alone, it had blown up with messages from the groupchat. She opened it to discover that her friends were planning to go into town on the weekend to find outfits for prom. She agreed to go with them, but only if Uri gave her permission. She figured she might fit in some shopping of her own when she was there.

Uri came home, true to his word, with Chinese food.

"I didn't know what you want, but I hope fried rice is good," he said. 

Historia nodded. "Fried rice is fine."

They ate their meal in relative silence. Uri wasn't a great conversationalist.

"So, um, some friends and I were planning to go into town on Friday," she said. "To go shopping for prom."

"You're going to prom?" Uri asked.

"No, I'm just going to keep them company."

"Aren't there any boys in town you like?"

Historia stared intently at a grain of rice in her bowl. "No. There aren't any boys in town that've caught my eye."

"Hm. If you wanted, you could always ask Eren to come with you. Kenny says he seems to like you a lot." Uri sat for a while, then picked up on Historia's emphasis on the word "boy". "Or you could ask Mikasa. She seems like the sort of girl who would..."

He trailed off, understanding that Historia didn't want to go to prom. 

"You can go to town with your friends," he said with a nod.

"Thank you," Historia said. She stood up, and took her empty bowl into the kitchen. 

The week sped by. It was sunny the whole time, and the Fritzes were still a no-show. The good weather had faded by Friday, however, and it had started spitting by the time they were on the road to the nearby town. They decided to split up; Jean, Marco and Connie went to a menswear store to look for suits, and Sasha and Historia went to find a dress. Historia suggested they go to a secondhand store, and Sasha agreed.

"How do I look?" Sasha asked, coming out of the dressing room and twirling. The dress she wore was light blue and might have been a bridesmaids dress in its past life. 

"It's... nice," Historia said. Sasha turned around and looked in the mirror.

"Hmm, I don't know. Can you pass the black one?"

Historia passed Sasha the black dress she was holding, and she went back into the change room.

"So why aren't you coming to prom?" She asked.

"Oh, I'm not a big dancer," Historia said. "And, nobody's asked me out."

"Jean asked you out," Sasha said.

"Correction: no girl has asked me out," Historia said. "And I don't know any other lesbians. My uncle said I should ask out Eren's sister, but I don't really know her, you know?"

"I think Marelda is pansexual," Sasha said, naming a girl from their maths class. 

"Yeah, but Marelda already has a girlfriend," Historia said. Sasha came out of the dressing room again, wearing the black dress. "That one looks nice."

She ended up buying the dress, and Historia bought a few pairs of jeans and some long sleeve shirts.

"The guys are going to meet up with us at Judy's Cafe," Sasha said, checking her phone. 

"Oh, cool," Historia said. "Hey, is it okay if I go off on my own? There's a bookstore nearby that I want to check out."

"Oh, sure. Just don't get lost or kidnapped or whatever," Sasha said with a wink. They both laughed, and went their separate ways.

Historia found the bookstore quickly, and browsed the shelves for something interesting to read. She ended up finding two YA novels that looked interesting, and payed with card.

Historia was five minutes into her walk back to the cafe when she realised she was being followed. Her heartrate sped up. There were four or five of them, loudly talking and laughing with each other. Historia hoped they were just a group of friends. Just friends, having fun with each other. Please.

"Hey!" One of the guys called. "Hey, come here!" 

His friends laughed, and Historia bolted. The group behind her started running as well, and she panicked. She had to run, she had to get away from them. She took a turn down an alleyway - and ran into a dead end.

"Shit," she said, eyes filling with tears. She didn't want her life to end like this.

"Hey, c'mon kid," one of the guys said. He and his friends entered the alleyway, blocking off the only entrance. Historia looked up, trying to see if she could scale the fence and escape.

"Don't be like that. It's no fun when they run," another said with a laugh, and Historia closed her eyes tight. Car wheels screeched nearby, and blared its horn. Historia opened her eyes to see an oh-so-familiar silver car, and she'd never been happier.

"Hey!" Came a shout. Ymir stepped out of the car, and walked up to the guys. Historia was far away, but she could see the fury in Ymir's eyes.

The guys looked confused. One laughed at her. She took his head in her hand, and threw him across the alley. Ymir looked to Historia, and met her eyes. "Get in," she said, and Historia knew what she meant. She took a break for it, and ran to the car. The guys were still too shocked to do anything, and she made it to the car door and got in. Ymir soon got into the driver's seat, and hightailed it out of there.


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