☆ "𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲.. 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐣𝐚𝐡" ☆
in which y/n meets a loyal member of a
motorcycle gang named eren yeager but
he's got more baggage than they'd
expected.
𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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"What? You too good for gas station slushies or 'sum?" Troye said jokingly, watching the blue slushie fall into the styrofoam cup.
You furrowed your brows, pulling one of the cups out of the machine, "Well, when you said 'let's go get something to eat', I ain't think you meant gas station snacks," You laughed with your best friend, getting your own cup to fill.
The laughs had been cut off by an obnoxious group of what seemed like motorcyclists, the roar of their bikes echoing throughout the entire building.
"Damn," Troye exclaimed, nudging your arm, "Look at them, they look like a 'lil gang. That one in the middle look like he your type, too," she pointed.
You followed where she was pointing to, your eyes catching some guy who had emerald green eyes that complimented his long, brown hair. You scrunched your face, turning to face Troye. "Never that," you said to her, turning back to your slushie.
The door swung open, four sets of shoes clicking on the freshly mopped floor. They were speaking, speaking pretty loud too. Loud enough that you could listen in on their conversation.
"I told you, you don't have to follow me everywhere I go, you know." The one with the ponytail turned to face the group, a look of annoyance plastered on his features.
There was another one who'd spoken up, this one had ash-brown hair that was styled into a mullet. "Obviously we do," he said, "Eren, you know you love finding some shit to get into. We're just doing what the Captain said to do."
Eren rolled his eyes, making his way to the drink station. "We're like a ten-minute bike ride away from the house, what could I possibly do wrong? I just wanted to get something from here, this was supposed to be a me and Armin thing. Not me, Armin, Jean, and Connie. I don't like y'all,"
As they'd gotten closer, you flicked your eyes over to them to see what they were doing and why they were approaching so loud. You'd gotten a glimpse of the patch on his jacket sleeve, it had a set of wings on it, 'Eldian' printed underneath it. It was almost like Troye noticed as soon as you did, because she was back at it, nudging your shoulder.
"Stop," you whispered, wrapping your cup in napkins where your hand would hold it as you walked. You didn't understand why she kept trying to get you to call him cute. Sure, you thought he was, but something about him didn't sit right with you, him belonging to a motorcycle gang was just the icing on the cake.
Eren shook his head, "Armin doesn't like any of you either, he's just too nice to say it," Eren shrugged. You couldn't tell if he was kidding or not as you listened to their conversation, but you'd assumed he was after the other two began to laugh at his words.
You practically had to drag Troye away from the drink station, pulling her by the wrist to the rest of the gas station. As you looked at the large selection of chips, you could feel a set of eyes on you. You knew it wasn't Troye's, she was right in front of you, picking out a bag just like you were.
