"We're here." Jean says pulling into a nice apartment complex. You snap off your seatbelt. "Damn. Am I the only one living in the dorms? You and Marco have an apartment together, so does Connie and Sasha and Eren has that big ass house."

Jean gets off and opens your door for you.
Of course. "Mmm, not really. Everyone else lives in the dorms, I think. Reiner, Bert, Mikasa, Armin. I think Annie too." That made you feel a little better.

The rain from earlier has calm down so now it's just sprinkling but based off the weather app on your phone, it was gonna be storming pretty bad later on in the evening. You look up at the sky and a water droplet makes contact with your eyeball immediately. "Ah." You yelp. "Got me right in the eye."

Jean laughs and gently grabs your face. "Let me see." You attempt to open up your eye and it blinks uncontrollably as it tries to gain it's vision back. When your vision focuses, it focuses on Jean's gorgeous face. His face just a breath away from yours.

A tear falls from your eye and he wipes it away with his thumb and then brings his thumb to his lips.  "Wha- Why did you do that?" You stutter. "Wanted to see what it would taste like." He says casually. "Well, how did it taste?" You ask looking into his light brown eyes.

You really study them, the sharp shape of them, the warm hue of his irises, his eyelashes and how they flutter as sprinkles of rain kisses them.

"Kinda salty." He replies, his hand slips off your cheek and slides down your arm until it grazes your hand and his fingers dangle by yours.

The two of you maintain eye contact with each other. Jean with a soft smile on his face and you with eager eyes and your heart beating rapidly. Is he gonna kiss me? Is this the moment?

As if the Earth was on your side, the rain gets slightly harder. Was your first kiss with him gonna be in the rain? He keeps his composure even as the rain gets stronger. His eyes never breaking away from yours.

"Jean?" You whisper, you don't mean to whisper but your voice trembles as he stares so intensely at you. "Mm?" He answers. "It's raining harder." You say, your eyes go back and forth between his eyes, looking at both of them. "I know." His fingers caress your hand and he hooks his pinky onto yours.

The rain gets even harder but neither of you move or break eye contact. It felt almost like a staring competition and one he didn't seem like he was in the mood to lose either.

You hear thunder off in the distance. "We're gonna get wet." You say, clearing your throat. "I don't mind." He says, his hand comes back up to your cheek.

"Well, maybe you don't but I do." You say. "What? You don't like getting wet?" He smirks. Your eyes burst open and your legs tremble underneath you. You panic and take a step back, bumping into the hood of his car. You break eye contact to turn around and find your balance.  "Very funny." You scowl as he laughs at you.

He takes a step forward and with both hands he pushes the hair around your face back and admires you.

  Kiss me, damn it.

"God, you're beautiful." He lets out. You melt into his hands like putty. The rain was now pouring down but you didn't care. This felt straight out like a movie. You had never been kissed in the rain before and Jean being your first just made sense.

Your mind goes everywhere. Were you his first too? Or has he kissed other girls in the rain before? How many other girls does he call beautiful? Was he just buttering you up before get to his room?

But you didn't care. Not right now at least. All you wanted right now was for him to kiss you.

"Just kis-" You begin but there's a bright flash of light and the sky roars violently above you causing both of you to jump. Your hands automatically race to cover your ears as you squeeze your eyes shut and Jean does the same. "Okay, let's go inside before we get electrocuted." He laughs, tugging at your arm.

The two of you run to safety, up the stairs to the second floor of the complex.

Once you're finally inside, you start to shiver once the cool A/C attacks you. "I'm freezing." You say rubbing at your arms. Jean shuts the door behind you and rakes a hand through his hair. "I'll get you a towel. Want to borrow some clothes?"

"Why are you guys wet?" Marco asks from the couch. He stares at you two drenched, leaving puddles underneath your feet. The two of you jump and turn to face him. You had no idea he was right there and based off Jean's similar reaction, he didn't either.

"It's raining." Jean points out annoyed as he walks to the restroom and hands you a towel. "Were you guys standing out there or something? You're literally soaking wet. Why didn't you run?" The freckled boy sits up straight and eyes the two of you suspiciously with a smirk on his face.

You look at Jean and wait for him to come up for an answer. "We did." He lies. Marco scoffs and faces the TV again. "Liar. I saw you guys through the window."

Your mouth drops open and Jean throws his towel at the boy's head. "Why did you ask then?!"

Marco pulls the abandoned towel off his head and laughs. "I wanted to see if you were going to admit it." He turns to look at you. "I really thought he was going to kiss you but I guess he chickened out."

You cover your mouth and try not to laugh. Jean kicks his shoes off and throws one at Marco. He catches it mid air and stands up. "I'm just saying," he approaches you and lands a kiss on your cheek, "I would've."

Jean's eyes shoot open and Marco runs to his room, howling with laughter. Jean chases him and you chuckle as you take your shoes off.

You wait patiently as the two boys wrestle or.. whatever the hell it is they're doing. After multiple thuds and crashes, Jean exits Marco's room, face red and hair all over the place. He smooths his hair back into place and fixes his shirt.

"Sorry about that." He walks up to you and uses his sleeve to wipe the spot where Marco left a kiss on your cheek. You can't help but to smile. "Come on. Let's get you some dry clothes."

You follow him into his room and before you step in, you hesitate and wait by the door. He opens up a drawer and looks up at you. "You can come in, weirdo." Your face turns bright red as you enter the room. "Sorry. I just haven't been in a boy's room in so long." You say looking around.

His room was surprisably neat. It was all pretty, neutral colors. You'd bet it looked so nice whenever the sun beamed through his window and reflected the pale surfaces. "Weren't you in Jaeger's room yesterday?" He asks tossing you a t-shirt and a pair of sweats.

You frown in confusion but then remember what he's referring to. "That doesn't count." You lay the clothes he gave you on the bed. "You know you could've just gave me my shirt I lent you for me to use." You state.

"How many times do I gotta tell you that I'm keeping that shirt?" He says, pulling his wet shirt over his shoulders. You gasp and turn around. "You could've warned me you were gonna start changing, you know?"

"Why? You've already seen me naked." He says and even though you can't see his face, you just know he's smiling.

You turn your head slightly and side eye him. He looks back at you as his whole upper torso is now bare. You admire his body and how chisled it is. His skin looked so soft but so ruggid at the same time. You had to fight the urge to just go up to him and run your fingers down his toned stomach. Hitch was right. You defintely did want to pounce on him too.

Still looking at you, he unbottons his jeans and slowly slides them down to his knees and your mouth waters and your toes curl. You ball your hands into fists and look away once again.

"Aren't you gonna change?" He asks you. "Not with you in here." You mutter.

"I can't watch you but you can watch me?" He teases. You snap around to face him. "I wasn't watching you!" You hiss.

He smiles back at you still naked, only his boxers hugging his hips. "You were. I saw you." You grab the shirt he was gonna put on and throw it at him. "Was not."

"Was." He says slipping the shirt on. For the brief moment that the shirt is over his head and covering his eyes, you admire his body one last time. His muscles flex as he tries to slip the shirt on. It was taking every ounce of strength you had to just not throw yourself at him.

"Still are." He says as he pulls it over his chest. You snap back awake. "WAS NOT."

You totally were and clearly not hiding it well enough.

The shirt he wore was a tight fitting, white Nike pro t-shirt that hugged his body so well that you could see his muscles through it.

"Fine. I'll leave." He pulls some gray sweatpants over his legs and exits the room. Once he closes the door, you begin to strip.

You slip on the clothes he lent you and before you leave, you walk around and admire his room. His bed frame was low on the ground with gray sheets and hovering over a lighter gray carpet.

The lighting was dim due to the two large lamps on each side of his bed that rested on the nightstands. You couldn't lie, it was very romantic and cozy.

On his dresser, there's was three framed pictures. One of him when he was younger with what you're assuming is his mom. The next one is a picture of him and Marco at graduation, smiling widely and arms around eachother. The last one was a picture of him, Sasha and Connie at some sort of theme park doing silly poses and faces.

You found it so sweet that he had photos up of all the important people in his life. It made you feel a little empty that you didn't have much pictures with anyone besides the ones of your phone of your old friends and now estranged family members.

Picking up the frame of Connie and Sasha with Jean, you admire how happy they look. You decide that starting now you were going to capture more memories and might look into buying a camera so you can print out the pictures even though you can do that with your cell too, there's something about using old fashioned cameras that just made it more special.

You exit the room and see Jean laid out on the couch and messing with the remote control. "Took you long enough." He says while pressing buttons and eyeing the large screen plastered on the wall. "Sorry, I got distracted." You say walking up to him.

"You snooping through my stuff?" He laughs and looks at you. He eyes your figure up and down and smiles. "My clothes looks good on you."

You look down at your outfit. "Thanks." You look at the TV and watch him search for the movies you're supposed to watch. "We watching it here?" You ask.

"What? You wanna watch it in my room instead?" He snickers. You stumble back a little and wave a hand dismissively. "No, no. Here's fine." You take a seat on the armrest of the couch.

"Thought so." He says standing up. He begins walking to the kitchen and you follow. "What is that supposed to mean?" You ask. He opens up a cabinet and takes out a bag of popcorn. "That you're a scaredy cat." He says while using his teeth to tear open the plastic wrap.

"Am not." You puff, arms crossed. "Are too." He replies, shoving the bag of popcorn into the microwave. He dusts off his hands and leans back on the counter with his arms crossed.

The two of you stare at each other in silence. "Can you stop staring at me?" You mumble. He frowns. "I can't look at you?"

You roll your eyes and tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Not that much." He opens up the fridge and scopes the inside of it. "You're gorgeous, what can I say."

You smile but try to hide it quickly by pretending to check your phone. This is actually the first time you've even looked at your phone since after class. You check your notifications and you see two from Snapchat.

A friend request from oceaneyesarmin and
...
No.

jaegerbomb

Eren? But how did he?

Armin. So they had to have been talking about you. Or maybe that's the reason Armin even asked for it. To give it to Eren.

You felt your blood boil and the grip on your phone tightens. For some reason just the thought of them plotting something about you infuriated you.

"What do you want to drink?" Jean asks, head still inside the fridge.

"Water's fine." You say. You stare at the two requests and your thumb hovers over the accept button. Do you ignore the request or do you act oblivious to what they're doing?

Fuck it. You had already told yourself that you were gonna beat them at their own game. You were ready. You press accept on both requests and set your phone down on the counter.

Jean hands you a water and the microwave starts to beep. "I'll grab it." You say and he nods as he snaps open a Coke.

He hands you a bowl to pour the popcorn in and then the two of you head to the couch and plop down onto it.

He grabs the coffee table in front of you and pulls it closer and kicks his feet up on it. You do the same. He grabs a blanket that laid to the side and threw it over both your legs and you set the bowl of popcornin the space between the two of you.

"Ready?" He asks holding up the remote to the TV. You nod and shove two pieces of popcorn into your mouth. He smiles at you and presses play. He then turns to you and opens his mouth wide so that you can toss popcorn into it and he catches it effortlessly.

The lights were off and the only light came from the screen in front of you and from the open windows to the right that showed a perfect view of the rainfall. It was dark and gloomy just like the aesthetic of the movie that was now playing.

You sat close to Jean but not close enough for you to touch him on accident which was kind of disappointing.

Mid movie, when Bella finally confronts Edward about being a vampire, Jean throws an arm back so that it's now around you. "I wonder if it hurts to get bit on the neck by a vampire." He thinks aloud.

"Let's try it." You suggest. "You're a vampire?" He asks as he scoots closer to you, his arm still behind you resting on the couch.

"No but I can pretend to be. Unless you're..you know.. scared." You tease. He scoffs and tilts his neck to the right. "Do it then."

You gulp. You didn't actually think he would let you do it. But you couldn't pussy out now. You lean toward him and bring your face to his neck. The closer you are to him, the more you can smell his shampoo and cologne.

You giggle and he laughs too. "Hurry up! I want to be a vampire already so I can stay this good looking forever." He lets out. "Okay, okay!" You take in a deep breath and sink your teeth into his neck.

You do it lightly at first, hesitant to actually chomp down on him but once you see he has no reaction, you apply more pressure. He winces and closes his eyes. You release and a string of saliva connects from your lips to his neck and you use a finger to break it.

"Damn girl." He whines rubbing at the freshly made bite mark. "Crybaby, it probably doesn't even hurt that bad." You snort.

He knits his eyebrows together. "Let me do it to you then."

Your heart stops for a moment. Jean biting on your neck? You can't deny it sounds amazing but weren't you supposed to be keeping your distance from him?

"Unless you're scared." He grins. You scoff. "I'm not." You toss your hair to the side and tilt your head, exposing your neck to the cool open air.

Your heart was thumping out your chest and you felt your palms grow moist. You were so nervous but refused to show it.

The pretty boy leans closer to you and bites softly onto your neck. You tense up but try to keep your composure by closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing.

He bites harder and you ball your fists up and grip onto the fabric of the sweats. Your little reaction makes him bite even harder.

You can't hold it anymore and a tiny moan escapes your throat from the pain. He chuckles against the raw skin and releases his teeth but before pulling away, he brings his lips to the wound and slowly and softly kisses it. "Sorry." He mutters as his wet lips drag along your neck.

The space between your thighs was screaming at you. You felt the moisture in your panties build and you squeeze your thighs together. When he finally pulls away, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and uses the blanket to wipe the saliva from your neck.

"Oh...shit." He whispers, two fingers touching the space on your neck. "What?" You ask.

"I think... I bit you too hard." He laughs nervously as he observed the bright red mark forming on your neck. "No way. It left a mark?" You say rubbing at the spot.

"Yeah. Sorry. What about me?" He says, moving his head to the side to show his neck. "Nope. Just teeth marks but that will fade." You state.

He clicks his tongue. "Well we gotta be even. Bite me again. Harder." You move back shocked. "No way! I can hide mine with my hair or makeup, you can't." He shakes his head. "Just do it."

You bite at your lip and scrunch up your nose and debate if you actually should. But maybe leaving a hickie on him is what he needed for girls to back off. Then maybe you wouldn't have to worry. Maybe you needed to mark your  territory.

You sit up on your knees and face your body toward him and move your hair out the way. He extends his neck to you like he's offering it all to you.

You go in to bite him and you follow the process that he used on you. You bite down hard and then retract your teeth and use your lips to kiss the bite. But except you don't stop like he did. Instead, you continue to suck on the skin and even use your tongue to lick the wound.

Jean tenses up under you and you hear him groan a little. "S-stop."

You don't stop. You suck on his neck just for a little longer and you accidentally let out a little moan as you eye his body twitch with pleasure.

You pull away and with your thumb, you wipe the wet area. "Shit!" You laugh loudly and slap your hand over your mouth and you let out a gasp. "Oh fuck!"

Jean looks at you with his eyes filled with fear and jumps up to look at himself in the mirror. "Holy shit." He says studying the dark mark that rests on the side of his throat.

You burst into laughter and splay your body all on the couch, grasping at your stomach as it tightens. "You told me to go harder."

He spins around to look at you. "Yeah I didn't think you were gonna go THAT hard. Mine is worse than yours now." He panics.

You wipe a tear from your eye. "Well, be careful what you wish fo-" You look down at his pants and see him sporting a boner that is especially noticeable in his gray sweats. Hitch wasn't lying when she said it was huge.

He frowns and looks to see what you're staring at. He gasps and quickly hides the boner with his large hands. He turns around and begins messing with his boxers. "Shit. Sorry."

You stand up and walk toward him. You place a hand on his back but he refuses to look at you. "You can bite me again so we can be even."

Jean places an arm against the wall and rests his forehead against it. "No, it's okay. You don't have to do that."

You slide your hand from his back to his arm. As it glides from his shoulders to his forearm, your hand moves up and down as it comes across all the muscles. His body was so toned and fit.

You bend over a little to swing under his arm and so that you're now in front of him. You tilt his head up to look at you. "I know but I want you to."

He looks you in your eyes and licks his lips. "Come on." You whisper as you place a hand on his face. With your other hand, you toss your hair behind you. "We gotta be even, remember?"

He chuckles. "I can't. It's hard to stop." You roll your eyes at him. "Okay Edward." He laughs and shakes his head. "You know what I mean."

"So don't stop." You say, your mouth hovering over his, noses touching. He exhales deeply and brings a hand to your neck, softly wrapping around it. With his thumb, he tilts your head to the side. You lean back against the wall for support.

He begins to bring his lips to your throat but instead of biting it this time, he just sucks on it. He drags his tongue along the side and kisses it passionately. You let out deep sighs and your breath gets heavier.

He still has one hand resting on your jaw area and the other behind your back, wrapped around your waist and holding you close to him.

As his kisses get more sensual, you unconsciously lift a leg up and he brings his hand to your thigh holding it up.

He moans against your neck as he continues to suck on the supple skin. Your eyes roll back and you let out little whimpers. "J-Jean. You gotta-you gotta stop." You cry.

But truth is you didn't want him to stop. But you knew if he didn't your whole neck would be purple. "You want me to stop?" He asks into your neck, his hot breath leaving you weak.

"No." You run a hand through his hair and grip it softly. He comes up from your neck for air. He lays his forehead on yours and the two of you close your eyes and smile. "It think yours is even worse than mine now." He laughs, out of breath.

"Jean?" You bring a finger to his lips and gently run it across his bottom one. "Mm." He grunts, eyes still closed. "Kiss me." You beg. His eyes open and meet yours. "Please."

He seems taken aback. He blinks several times like he's trying to figure out if he heard you right or the lack of oxygen is getting to his head. "Please kiss me." You whine, grabbing at the neckline of his shirt.

He brings his lips to yours but right before they touch, there's a loud banging noise at the door that causes both of you to jump.

"Who the hell is that?" You say startled, hand over your chest. Jean walks up to the door and looks through the tiny peephole. "Shittttt." He groans as he unlocks the door.

The door opens and Connie slips through followed by Sasha. "Why the fuck haven't you been answering your phone, bitch?" Connie says smacking Jean on the arm.

"Don't tell me you forgot about our hotbox session." Sasha says stepping inside.

And just when things couldn't get even worse.
Eren follows right behind her.

"Yeah Jean Boy," He tosses a clear ziplock bag of weed in the air and Jean catches it, "Don't tell me you forgot."

You quickly move your hair to the front to cover up your neck but you realize there's no point once you notice the bright purple mark on Jean's.

"Nice hickie." Eren snorts as he lays down on the couch. "Why the fuck are you watching Twilight?"

Connie and Sasha both gasp loudly. "HOLY FUCK! WHO GAVE YOU THAT?!" They run up to the boy and grab at his face. He slaps their hands away. "Fuck off!"

You stand completely frozen against the wall. They have no idea that you're here and if you make it known that you are, they'll know you're the one that left the mark on him. Okay, maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.

"Hey y/n." Eren says, side eyeing you, his usual smirk creeping on his face. Sasha and Connie turn aggressively to face you. Connie bursts out laughing hysterically. Sasha slaps a hand over her mouth and points her finger at you. "YOU DID IT?!"

Jean thankfully speaks up for you as he slaps Connie on the side of the head. "It wasn't her. She just got here. I invited her to the hotbox."

You sigh with relief. As much as you did want to be with Jean, you didn't want everyone to know about it. Not yet, at least. Plus, you JUST met him and you didn't want them to get the wrong impression.

"Oh." Sasha pouts. "I thought you two finally got together." She sits down sluggishly on the couch. Connie yawns. "That's boring. Who did it then?" He rubs at the spot where Jean hit him.

"You don't know her. Let's go." Jean says, turning off the TV and going to his room to grab a jacket for you and him.

You were glad Connie and Sasha fell for it and agreed to not ask anymore questions.

But then there was Eren, who still stared at you with the same stupid smirk on his face. He knew the truth. It was written all over his face.

When Jean returns back with the jackets and nods toward the door signaling for everyone to make their way out, the three of them walk out first, you and Eren being last.

Eren sighs as he gets up from the couch and walks along side you. He flicks your hair to the side, exposing the massive dark mark on your neck.He scoffs and lets out a deep laugh. "Good luck trying to cover that up."

"Fuck off." You snarl.

He smiles. "As you wish, princess."

Connie, Sasha and Jean walk in front of you side by side. Eren trails behind you by just a few steps.

You watch Jean in front of you and eye the purple mark on his neck. You really don't know how the hell he plans on hiding that.

"We came in Connie's car so we'll be smoking in his." Sasha calls back to you and Eren by turning her head around. You nod and play with your hair that is forcefully rested on your shoulder.

Eren picks up the pace and walks along side you now but doesn't speak at all. You try to look at him without making it obvious by looking from the corner of your eye. He seems distant like his mind is somewhere far away. He looks straight forward with his hands in his pockets.

Jean turns his head around to check on you and gives you a warm smile. "Put that jacket on, it's still raining a bit."

You slip his jacket on and Eren stares at you closely. "What?" You ask him. "Nothing." He says and continues to look straight ahead. Weirdo.

When you finally exit the building, you're attacked with a cool breeze and drizzling rain. "This is the best weather to hotbox." Connie cheers.

He unlocks his car and Sasha, of course, calls shotgun, leaving you in the back with Jean and Eren. Jean opens the door for you and you slide in while Eren enters the car from the other side, you sandwiched in between them. This should be fun.

"Who wants to roll and who wants to be aux?" Connie asks while setting up the settings of the car. Jean tosses the bag of weed to Eren. "You roll. I'll be aux."

Surprisingly without argument, Eren does as he's told. Jean connects his phone to the bluetooth and begins to scroll through his music. Sasha kicks her feet up on the dashboard.

You don't know where to look because everyone is on their phones and you don't want to be nosey so you just watch Eren as he rolls.

His hands are still rough and his knuckles still spilt open. You get flashbacks from the cave in his pool and your body shivers. You don't know what got into you at that night.

Luckily, the weed was already broken up so it didn't take Eren much time to get the blunt rolled. You watched as he packed the grinded up substance into the rillo with his finger. He had rings on which made his hands look even nicer. You found it odd how attractive you found his hands even though they were all cut up and bruised.

He brings the blunt to his lips and licks it shut. For some reason, you find your mouth slightly open and it drying up causing you to lick your lips. You always found it hot when guys rolled for some reason. Maybe it was the whole licking part of it.

"Here." He brings the blunts to your lips and since your lips were already apart, it slides in and rests perfectly between them. He grabs the lighter and flicks it on, bringing the flame to the end of the blunt.

You watch the end light up and take a deep inhale to get it going. You wonder why he let you have the first hit. Was he trying to make up for being such a dick?

He pulls the lighter away and watches you intently as you inhale the smoke. Once he sees you actually properly inhale, he turns away.

You take about two more hits and then pass it back to him. You do the same and stare at him as he takes his first hit. As he inhales, he side eyes you and the two of you just stare at each other. He exhales and blows the smoke in your face. You scrunch up your nose and fan the smoke away with your hand.

Laughing, he takes a couple more hits and then passes it to Sasha in the seat in front of him.

The condensation on the windows was heavy. You liked when it got that way so you could write stuff or do little doodles with your fingers. You extend your arm over Eren and draw a heart on the window with your index finger. He watches you as you do it and right when you connect the heart, he draws a line straight through it with his finger. "Mcht." You suck your teeth and he laughs.

You turn to your left and extend your arm over Jean who is scrolling through his music to choose the next song.

You write his name on the glass and right when you finish it off with a smiley face at the end of his name, he looks up and smiles. He then uses his finger to write your name and draws a heart around it.

Eren scoffs beside you. You turn to scowl at him but he is already facing the window again. He has his elbow on the arm rest of the car door and his hand holding up his chin.

He looks like he staring out the window but the more you actually pay attention, you realize he is looking at the heart you drew. Well the broken heart now.

Meanwhile, Connie and Sasha draw penises on their windows and try to see who can make the most realistic looking one.

Before you know it, the blunt is already making its way back to you. Connie hands it to Jean and the boy elbows you to call your attention to him.

He brings the blunt to his lips, the same lips that were on your neck just a few minutes ago, and takes a deep inhale of the smoke.

He then grabs your chin and brings you closer to him. Once your face to face with him, he squeezes your cheeks softly indicating for you to open up and you do so. He brings his mouth to yours and your body begins to panic thinking he's about to kiss you in front of everyone but he just blows the smoke into your mouth and you inhale it once you realize what he's doing.

Once he's done, he pulls away and smiles, bringing the blunt back to his mouth. You hope it's not obvious you're flustered so you turn away quickly.

Thankfully, no one saw. Or so you thought. You catch Jean sending a smirk to Eren who was watching both of you. The dark haired boy just looks at him, his face emotionless but his eyes hold deeper meaning. He almost looks....jealous?

After several rotations, everyone's eyes grew red and the car became packed with smoke. "So, where is everyone else at?" You say, rubbing at your eyes.

"Hm, I don't know what they're all up to but we didn't invite them because they don't really smoke. It's always just us." Sasha explains. Connie nods. "They'll smoke here and there but it's only at like parties and they'll only take a few hits."

Jean coughs and then sits up. "Holy fuck, this bitch is smokey as shit." Connie grins at him through the rear view mirror. "First one to open up a window or get out the car is a bitch." Jean groans and sits back. "Fine. You're on."

Sasha jumps up in her seat. "Oh! Did I tell you guys that me and y/n applied at Brew N Bake?" Jean turns his attention to you and Sasha. "The one at the college? I go there every morning."

Sasha grins and looks at you with foggy, low eyes. "Yeah, I know." The two of you start giggling and Jean frowns in confusion. "Well, I hope you get the job so you can get me discounts."

Connie snorts. "Cheap ass." Eren laughs and sits up but leans forward placing his forehead on the back of Sasha's seat. She stretches her arm backward and begins scratching his head.

You catch him smiling softly and it's infectious because it makes you smile. Something about seeing this boy who always looks numb or angry actually smile was a indescribable feeling. It was like seeing a double rainbow or catching a shooting star.

You admire the girl bringing comfort to the person everyone seemed to secretly hate. The way you can tell this is something he enjoyed and how she had no problem doing it for him. It was obvious she really did care for him and love him but she just wasn't proud of his decisions almost like she's disappointed in him. You wonder if he was always this way.

"You're gonna make me fall asleep." He mutters, his eyes shut. His side profile was annoyingly perfect. He honestly looked like a Greek statue. Sasha giggles. "Okay, I'll stop." As she pulls her hand away, he grabs it and places it back on his head.

"You're like a big ass baby." Sasha laughs. Eren sighs and melts into the back of her chair. He looks so relaxed but so vulnerable. Like he has been lacking this sense of comfort and kindness forever. It almost makes you sad.

Connie turns around to look at you. "You coming with us to the cooking competition on Saturday?" For a second, your high ass doesn't even know what the hell he's talking about. "Niccolo's? Yeah."

Jean speaks up. "Oh you are? Hell yeah." You feel bad talking about it because Eren was right there and he wasn't invited but when you look at him it looks like he's in a whole other world of bliss as Sasha still scratches his head.

"Speaking of food, let's go get snacks!" Sasha says, releasing Eren's hair. He responds by smacking his lips and frowning. He really was just a big ass baby.

Connie stops her before she reaches the door handle. "Who ever gets out first is a bitch."

She shrugs. "I don't care, I'm hungry." She opens up the door and all the smoke races out along with her.

Jean rushes to open up his door. "Oh thank God."

Once the smoke from inside the car clears out and everyone steps out for fresh air, all five of you return back inside the vehicle and head to the 7-Eleven the group always goes to after their smoke sessions.

When you walk in, everyone spreads out. You make your way to the chips aisle and Eren is on the other side of it looking at the candy. You peek at him above the assortment of chips and he looks back at you. "Quit stalking me, creep." He breaks the silence. "You're the one that followed me over here." You testify.

You walk further down as you scan the entire aisle throughly to make you sure you know all your options. As you walk more down, Eren parallels you and does the same. "Stop following me, sicko." You tease. "Just wanna look at all the choices." He says.

The more further down you walk so does he, messing with you. To prove this theory, you walk backwards back to the start and he follows you. You grab the first bag of chips you can reach and hurl them toward him. He catches it mid air and examines the bag. "Just what I wanted, thanks."

Was he flirting with you? No, he's just being friendly. Right?

"I'm sorry for calling you a bitch." He says suddenly, his eyes still looking down at the candy.

"What?" You reply. You wanted to make sure you heard him correctly

He sighs frustrated and with slight embarrassment. "I said," He looks up from the aisle and at you. "Sorry for calling you a bitch."

You stare at him blankly. "At the party?" He clarifies with clear annoyance growing in his voice.

"I know what you're referring to." You scoff. "I just can't believe you're apologizing."

"You must really think low of me, don't you?" He chuckles as he holds up a candy bar and reads the wrapper.

"Let's just say I don't have high expections for you." You put bluntly. You grab a bag of Takis and exit the aisle making way toward the many fridges at the back of the store to grab yourself a drink and he follows you.

"I was just in a bad mood." He begins to explain further. "Seems like that's your default setting." You grumble as you scan the fridges. He opens one up and grabs a sprite.

You look at him and his eyes seem sad. "It's like you're angry at the world or something." You push further.

He opens up the green bottle of soda and takes a sip of it. "Something like that." He screws the cap back on and makes eye contact with you. "Anyways, like I said, I'm sorry."

You shrug. "It's fine. It's not the first time someone has called me that." He chuckles and you smile at him.

"Have you been taking care of your cuts?" You ask pointing at his knuckles. "Hm?" He looks down at them. "Oh. Nah. They always heal by themselves." You wrinkle your nose at him. "What if it gets infected? Did you atleast clean it?"

"With soap and water when I wash my hands, yeah." He says. You make a disgusted face. "That's not what I meant."

"Who cares? This happens all the time and they never get infected. My body is probably already used to it." He waves off.

"Do you like fighting or something?" You ask him.

Eren scratches his head. "It's fun, I guess." You lean against one of the fridges and observe him. "You seem like the type who enjoys making people mad."

He laughs. "Yeah, I guess that too."

You open up one of the doors and grab a peach tea. "It's okay. Me too. It's funny." He smiles at you, his perfectly straight white teeth beaming. "Yeah, it is."

Connie walks up right in between the two of you and yanks open one of the doors and grabs a orange Fanta. He automatically opens it and begins to massive gulps of it. "Man, that shit is amazing. Who ever made orange soda needs their ass ate." He says as he wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket.

Jean appears as well and grabs a Cherry Coke. "What snacks did you decide on, y/n?" You lift your bag of chips up. Sasha pops up behind you causing you to jump. "Hey, me too!"

She grabs a Arizona from the coolers and pouts. "I wanted a slurpee but the machine is broken." You can literally see the heartbreak in her eyes.

After you guys pay, you begin to walk back to the car. "Hey. Can you take this to the car? I gotta piss." Eren says handing you his snacks. You nod and he walks back into the store.

You slip back into the car and Jean follows behind you, Sasha sitting back in the passenger. "I'm gonna pump gas while we wait for pee boy over there." Connie says pulling the car around to a gas pump.

"Oh I totally forgot there's the fair coming up!" Sasha exclaims. "They always do one at the beginning of summer season and at the end, we should all go Friday!"

"Oh... I'm actually already kinda going with someone." Jean says rubbing the back of his neck. You look at him but he avoids making any contact with you.

Sasha twists her head around in the passenger seat to face Jean and raises an eyebrow. "Like a date?"

"Yeah, something like that." He mumbles. Sasha looks at you and then groans. "Fine." She crosses her arms and faces forward again.

"Hey I can't help the ladies all want a piece of this." He grins proudly and then remembers you're right next to him and he tenses up.

" 'Kay just us three then." She replies dryly. Connie bends down and pokes his head through the open door of the car as he waits for the tank to fill up. "That's an uneven number of people, one would be left out on rides."

Almost like he timed it perfectly, Eren returns back from the restroom. "Oh! Eren wanna come?" Sasha grins at Jean. "Sure." He says as he sits down besides you, grabbing his snacks from your lap.

"You don't even know what she's talking about." Jean snaps, clearly bothered. Eren shrugs. "I'll still go."

"Great! You can be y/n's partner." She beams clasping her hands together. She shoots a devious look at Jean and he looks like he wants to punch her.

You didn't know how to feel. You were kinda offended Jean had a date with another girl considering what just happened but he probably had it planned way before you came over. Plus, he's single right? He's not your boyfriend.

Then there was Eren. If she would have said that just a couple hours ago, you would've instantly protested against it. But since he was actually being nice for once and even apologized, you surprisingly didn't mind the idea.

"Unless you have a date to the fair too." You say. "Nah." Eren rips open the bag of chips and shoves one in his mouth. "Looks like it's just you and me, sweetheart."

"Perfect." You smile and then turn to Jean who looks like he's fuming. You knew he was jealous but you didn't care considering he didn't mind shoving his date in your face either.

You look at Sasha who covers her mouth and snickers with you. She turns away and suddenly you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Sasha 🍓

Sasha: you're ok with that right? Eren going? I know he's not the easiest to get along with but I saw your face when Jean said he had a date and I had to get him back for you.

Y/n: yeah im okay with it, he's actually been pretty nice to me today so maybe it won't be so bad

Sasha: Good! I gave him a lecture before we met up with you and Jean.

Y/n: lecture???

Sasha: yeah i told him you were one of us now so he better start being nice to you or i was gonna beat the shit out of him

Y/n: well guess he got scared cause it worked

Sasha: He knows i'll fuck him up that's why 😉

Sasha: Btw, you okay? About Jean?

Y/n: yeah lol he's not my boyfriend

Sasha: :(

Connie hops back into the car and turns it on. "Alright, as much as I would love to sit and chat, I'm ten seconds from falling asleep and I still gotta drop you kids off so let's get moving."