°°Only he was too naive to realize that love cannot be ignored°°
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Broken promises, unrequited love, and shattered friendships. The past is full of heartbreak, and when you start your first year of college, it seems that Eren and Jean might be set...
Two weeks had passed since the midnight waffle house escapade, that had ended with you watching the sunrise with Jean. Ever since then, you and Jean had been more comfortable around each other, and more flirtatious. However, neither one of you had plainly spoken your feelings. The two of you touched, and made jokes, and hinted at your feelings, but no confessions had been made. This left you a little confused, but you weren't complaining. After all, you were spending more time with Jean, and your relationship had no labels.
You had never been fond of labels in a relationship. Ever since the beginning of high school when you got your first boyfriend, you had always felt trapped at the thought of ''belonging'' to someone. This wasn't to say you didn't want a romantic connection with someone, though. Just like everyone else, you craved intimacy and passion. You wanted to be with someone who was like your bestfriend and lover combined into one person. You didn't want the cheesy bullshit that came with an immature relationship. You wanted to be with someone who made you feel free and alive, not tied down.
You hadn't experienced this though. Labels scare the absolute shit out of you. You hadn't actually admitted to yourself that you had commitment issues until your senior year of high school. It wasn't that you were a cheater or anything, you were actually usually very loyal in relationships, you just didn't want to be tied down. The thought of you being responsible for another person's happiness and romantic life never was never appealing to you.
Maybe thats why you and Jean's weird connection didn't bother you. If there were no promises, then you wouldn't feel trapped. But then again, something is different about him. Hes not like the immature high school boys you used to fool around with. Thats not to say Jean isn't immature, he is to an extent, but he doesn't make you feel like hes clingy or smothering you.
Maybe things could be different with him...
A cellphone started ringng near the front of the class room, disrupting your thoughts.
"Hey! Turn that off brat! Tch" Mr. Ackerman shouted at a frightened looking student sitting in the front row. The short professor resumed his lecture, and this time you were determined not to get lost in thought again, because you really needed to pass this class.
Jean was sitting beside you, also not paying attention to Mr. Ackerman's lecture. He was leaned back in his chair, with a notebook propped up on his legs. His long fingers were loosly holding one of those fancy charcoal pencils, and he was sketching a beautiful image of a horse (sorry guys, couldn't resist).
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horseface draws horses lol🤠
Jean was nibbling on his bottom lip, and his hair hung into his eyes as he was concentrated on his art. He was so cute when he was focused. You studied the way he lightly gripped his pencil, and how every once is a while he would smudge his pencil marks with the pads of his fingers, leaving the tips dusted with charcoal. He cocked his head slightly, as if to examine his work, and then went back to sketching obviously not interested in anything Mr. Ackerman was lecturing about.
