too close

⁰⁶ / " hurry up before i change my mind "

《 ✦ TOO CLOSE ✦ 》

You slapped him across the face, making his glasses fall off, and said, "Hell no."

You stood up, trying not to step on some people who were on the ground.

You've finally exited the living room and arrived on Sasha's porch. You were about to text Hitch that you were leaving early when a certain someone walked up behind you.

He questioned, "Where are you going?" You returned the stare, stunned.

"Where were you, Eren?" You asked, annoyed. "I knew you were looking for me, fucking stalker," he teased with a laugh.

He was dressed in a black clingy shirt and ripped army jeans. His hair was again in a messy bun, and he was dressed in black shoes. Some of his forehead was covered by baby hairs. He finished off his outfit with a pair of solid black earrings that revealed his ear piercings.

You shared his laughter and joked, "You're absolutely right! I'm obsessed with you! Is it possible to get an autograph?"

He glanced back, disgusted, with a raised brow. "Are you serious?" He inquired. You looked at him in puzzlement. "You actually believed my act?" You inquire of him.

"What can I say, you're an actress. You even pretended to be my father." You parted your lips and attempted to speak, but were unable to do so. Why would he bring up something for which you have already expressed regret?

"You're speechless? What's up with that?" Eren asked. He reached into his pocket and extracted an electronic cigarette. Sasha's porch had a hammock, so he went up to it and sat in it.

You were standing next to the railing on the porch, leaning against it, watching him. Eren leaned back on the hammock and gulped a substance in a cup. He then reached into his pocket for an electric cigarette.

"Can you stop staring at me? Creep," He said this while blowing a cloud of sweet smoke into the cool air. He glanced at you as he exhaled. He told you, "Leave me alone."

"Why?" you shook your head.

"You wish you were the cigarette, huh?" he joked, waving his e-cig around in his hand as he grinned. Now he's changing the subject?

Your eyes widened, and you felt a tiny little bit of embarrassment. You think you weren't thinking about stuff like that. You've simply lost track of time by staring at him.

He leaned back into the hammock and said, "By that reaction, I'll take that as a yes." With a pat on his thigh, he demanded, "Come here."

"Why would I do that?" you asked, shaking your head. Wasn't he mad at you just now? And now he's asking you to sit on his lap? This is completely incomprehensible.

He smirked and said, "You want to, don't you? You can be selfish sometimes, stranger. Now, hurry up before I change my mind." You paused, knowing full well that if he was sober, he wouldn't say such nonsense.

You should just go along with the situation before it gets out of hand. His jeans brushed against your thighs as you sat on his lap.

"Damn, you're heavy. Fatass," He joked. You gave him a don't-say-that-again look, and for a brief moment, he appeared intimidated. "Just kidding!" He mumbled, staring at the ground angrily. He leaned out of the hammock and tossed the e-cig to the side.

He brought you closer to him by placing his hands on your sides. He quickly removed his hands from the scene "I'm sorry, but I didn't ask. Is it okay if I..." He wonders, his face flushed.