You had never been so nervous in your life. You were about to ask your best friends brother about…the birds and the bees. Fuck.

You hung around your best friends family like they were your own, since yours were pieces of shit. They treat you like you’re their own. That being said, you and Armins relationship was never…anything more than best friends little sister.

He was an angst teen when you started really seeing him around, then he just kinda disappeared for college. He was smart as hell. Going to Harvard for engineering, and planned to go to Columbia grad school.

You had the fattest crush on him. But he was a bit cold. You tried confessing once when you were like 7, and he was 11. He laughed in your face. You pray he forgot about it. When he went to college, you were absolutely crushed when you found out he got a girlfriend.

It was near Christmas time and Armin was back from his out of state uni. You were geared up to give him a huge welcome back, but were deflated when he just said “hey.” And walked straight to his untouched room.

It was the day before Christmas Eve and your best friend hosted a party in the basement with all your friends. You met some other college guy there and hit it off. Now you were in for it. He wanted you. Badly. And you…think you wanted him to. With no guidance, you went to the first worst thing.

…

He gives you a confused and concerned look that says ‘and you’re asking me this…why?’.

“I know my sister isn’t a virgin.” He says it like it’s a gross thing to say. Well, it is. It’s weird to admit that. “Why don’t you just ask her? It’s a bit weird for you, a high school student to ask a college student about sex and how to pleasure dudes.” He says firmly.

“I…she wouldn’t shut up. I just…I kinda wanna know how to…make a guy feel good.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I’m straight. I wouldn’t know how to make a guy finish.”

You squirm in frustration. “I know! I meant-“

“Chill. I know what you mean.” He says, a poor attempt at humor.