love, band boy || eren yeager .

Chapter 1

"Ugh..." you sighed heavily as you closed your laptop. You laid back slowly on your bed and began to stretch out because of how tense your body was. It was a typical Friday in the summer and you managed to finish what was now your 3rd application for college. You were finally out of high school and managed to snag an apartment with your friend Sasha, who was quite the party animal. Your goal was to be accepted in a college and major in music. You loved music; in your freshman year, you somehow got put into band class. You weren't really interested in music until you started playing your instrument, a bass guitar. you had no idea how or why you were required to play such an instrument, but you couldn't exactly refuse to. After days, weeks, and months of practice, you were finally able to play it right; soon enough, you quite frankly loved to play. You participated in your school's concerts every time there was one, and even played in your parent's basement. Your love for music grew more and more every year. Now you're applying to college for it. Unfortunately you were denied by your top two and just finished your third application for another college. You've honestly been stressed out about the whole thing and never got the chance to tell Sasha, mainly because she hasn't been with you for the past two days. She texted you saying, "sry cutie, i'll be gone for 2 days, ttyl <3." Although you were a bit upset your friend was gone while you were stressing the most, you had to admit that she was the only real friend you had. She supports you through almost everything and makes sure you always have a smile on your face. She also makes sure you have the time of your life; whether it be crazy ass parties she somehow was always invited to, persuading you to tag along, or subtle cute little friend dates you guys went on together.
"Well," you thought to yourself, "she should be coming back today anyways. maybe we-"
You heard the door open and close within a few seconds.
Speak of the devil.
Sasha threw her stuff that she took with her onto the floor, and ran towards you.
"HEY BITCH!" Sasha screamed and jumped on top of you, giggling hysterically.
You couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey Sahsa, i was just thinking about when you were coming back."
"Aww!" She sat up and put her hands to her chest, smiling a bit. "You were thinking of me? How cute of you."
You playfully rolled your eyes at her and smacked her arm.
"Shut up! I was just wondering where you were!"
She smirked a little and hopped off of you.
"Well, if you REALLY wanna know... i met this girl a few months ago-"
You sat up almost immediately.
"A FEW MONTHS AGO?? WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME?"
She laughed at how fast you got up from hearing what came out her mouth and said, "You seemed kinda stressed, so i didn't wanna tell you about her just yet dummy!" She nudged you a little, "Speaking of, are you still feeling stressed about what college you're going to? You could always go to a community college out here like me."
You smiled a little but shook your head, "Nah, you KNOW that's not my goal, and I don't wanna go to a community college!"
"God you're so picky," she said as she stood up and walked over to her bags she dropped, "anyways enough about school talk. Guess where we're going today?" Sasha pulled out a poster and turned around to face you, cheesing extra hard. You tilt your head a bit.
"A... concert?"
"Yeah! They aren't a famous band or anything," she came closer to you, "they're more like.. an underground band. i know you love music so i thought you might've wanna go."
You held your hand out for the poster and Sasha firmly gave it to you.
"The Yeagerists?"
"Yep. Kinda cringey if you ask me."
"It could've been way worst. Anyways, 7:30 pm?"
"Yup, you cool with that?" she said.
You nodded your head lightly and smiled.
"Sasha... thank you."
"Girl you don't have to thank me," she reached in and hugged you, "you know I'm always here to help you hang loose after being so stressed and everything."
You hugged her back and sighed.
"Now I have to pick an outfit for later."
"OOOO let me help you!" she quickly jumped out of your bed and practically ran to your wardrobe.
You stood up and walked over to see what she picked.
Sasha picked out a black oversized shirt you thrifted and your favorite pair of jeans. She hands them to you while grinning.
"Well...?"
"Well what?" you said sarcastically.
she rolled her eyes at you, "Do you like the outfit i picked out for you dummy? I know those are your favorite pair of jeans."
You laughed, "Yes I like the outfit girl. And don't call me a dummy!"
She pinched your arm a little, then walked over to her side of the room.
"I think I'll wear..." she pulled out a brown knit top and a pleated brown skirt to match, "this. Is it cute?" Sasha turned around and looked at you.
You stared and bit your lip a little.
"Stop staring and answer!"
"My bad, yes it's a cute outfit you should wear it."
"You don't sound very enthusiastic, but I'll pretend you are." she said, putting them on her bed and walking out the room to go to the bathroom.
"I'm gonna take a shower, you're free to join me if you want to," Sasha said as your name rolled off her tongue.
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'll take one after you." You said.
"Suit yourself cutie." She closed the bathroom door as you sat back down on your bed. You picked up the poster and looked at it once again.
"An underground band huh," you thought to yourself, "they're probably not that great considering they aren't that known."