Complexity- Armin x Reader

Chapter 24: Dynamics

Blue eyes pleaded with Hitch's own, and the girl softened her demeanor. Rolling her eyes, she gave in.

"Fine," she gave in and Armin smiled brightly.

"Thank you!"

"But what about Marlowe? Can I tell him?"

The blonde frowned and scrambled to deny her request.

"What? No! Nobody!"

Groaning, Hitch slumped over the table and looked at Armin in distress.

"Well, what am I supposed to do with this information! I have to tell someone!" she complained.

"Ok fine!" Armin relented. "Tell Marlowe, but that's it!" The blonde sighed and closed his eyes as he careened forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the table and holding his cup in his hands. "You're lucky I trust him," he said quietly. And curiously, he questioned Hitch. "Why Marlowe?"

Hitch brightened on the topic of Marlowe.

"Because he's my go to!" she smiled. "He's a cool guy and I've pretty much known him since middle school. He has a horrible haircut, though. I begged him to get rid of it," she mused to herself as she shook around the ice cubes in her iced coffee.

Armin was pleasantly surprised.

"Oh, I didn't know you two were friends outside of German class."

Hitch got a dreamy look on her face, and Armin saw a blankness sweep across the girl's eyes.

"He's the kind of guy that lends girls his erasers. It's really sweet," Hitch noted as she spaced out and thought about Marlowe's haircut.

A girl can probably make soup out of that bowl cut. But it's a cute bowl...

"Uh...Hitch?" Armin waved at the girl and she snapped out of it.

"So, are we good?" Armin asked meekly.

Hitch sat in her seat and mulled it over. She smiled.

"Just friends sounds good!"

Armin breathed out in relief.

"Friends with benefits?" Hitch asked, pushing her luck.

Armin blushed and shook his head.

"Wh-NO!"

She laughed and shrugged off the rejection, finding the boy in front of her to be amusing.

"It was worth a shot."

She finished her drink and the two left, walking along the sidewalk on a particularly nippy, August day.

"So you and Becky, huh?" she asked rhetorically, and Armin only nodded. "Pretty sure she's down bad for you," she smirked over at Armin, who only shook his head.

"That's what everyone says. But I'm starting to doubt that," he said morosely.

Hitch prodded. "Why?"

"Well, for starters, we don't talk as much as we used to anymore," he revealed. "She would come over to my house all the time, and I would visit her often. But lately she's been turning down plans with me because she's busy hanging out with Jean," the blonde said, souring at the thought.

Hitch's interest peaked.

"Oooh, the one who went to the diner with us? The hot football player?" 

Armin rolled his eyes and gave a lackluster response.

"Sure, I guess."

Hitch grinned slightly, bumping Armin's shoulder with her own.