𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗥 [𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿]

𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬: 𝑫𝒓𝒖𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒊

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 up to the bright sun shining in your eyes, you had fallen asleep on your couch last night while watching movies with Eren. You groggy sat up from the couch and rubbed your eyes and looked around your living room to see no Eren. But there was a blanket thrown over you that you didn't have last night.

Your eyes were met with a folded sheet of notebook paper on your coffee table. You grabbed it and unfolded the paper where you were met with cursive-like handwriting.

Good Morning Y/n, thank you for letting me sleep over and watch movies with you. I enjoyed it a lot. I (sadly) had to leave early because of business with Armin, but I hope we can have another sleep over soon where I can stay and take you out to breakfast. I enjoyed your company and 'saving your life' as you called it. I hope you have a great day.

Hope to see you soon pretty girl,

Eren Jaeger

P.S- call me :) ***-***-****

P.S.S- I stole one of your smoothies in your fridge.

You chuckled at the ending of his letter, a large smile creeping your face. You couldn't help but read over the line where he called you pretty girl multiple times. A light tint rising to your cheeks.

You turned your head back to the coffee table to see the twenty five dollars you had given him last night on the coffee table. You furrowed your brows and made a pouting face.

"That jerk." You spoke, grabbing the twenty five dollars and shoving it in your bra.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

"Armin I really don't know why you have your panties in a bunch." Eren grumbled, staring out the window of Armin's silver bentley. The clouds covered the sky today, the colder months for New York were coming around making everything look and feel more grey.

"There in a bunch because I have to deal with an idiot every day of my life." Armin said. Armin was annoyed at Eren for not only making them late to somewhere they needed to be but dressing like a college student who was broke as well. Armin knew better then anyone that Eren was far from broke. "It's not my fault I didn't know there was a dress code to a damn drug deal." Eren defended himself.

The two boys had been best friends for years, since their childhood even. They often got mouthy at each other from their different views on life, but no matter how much the two bickered at each other they loved one another like family.

"I told you to stop calling it that! You make us sound like criminals." Armin spoke, pursing his lips together. "Armin do you hear yourself? If you don't want to be a criminal maybe we shouldn't be going to a drug deal and maybe should run and attend an underground fight ring." Eren couldn't help but laugh at his blonde friend's words.

"Shut up Eren!" Armin's pale cheeks now became a shade of pink from embarrassment. Eren kept laughing at his friend, Eren enjoyed moments like theses where everything in the world felt ok. Where Eren felt like he wasn't a bad guy like everyone made him out to be and maybe he was just a normal twenty year old boy.

Armin made a sharp turn into an alley and parked his car. The blonde boy reached into the back seat and grabbed a duffle bag. Armin groaned at how heavy the bag was to him. The boy had to drag the duffle bag to the front seat, letting out sharp breaths of air.

"Give me the damn thing you weakass." Eren snatched the bag from Armins hands, picking it up with ease. Armin made a sour expression at Eren's comment, it wasn't his fault he couldn't bench press up to 320 pounds. Armin mumbled words under his breath as he took the keys out of his car and shoved them in his beige trench coat and swung open his car door.