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𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 '𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲☠︎
𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

𖠋𖠋𖠋𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲
you groaned at the excessive ringing escaping your phone, you snatched the phone up from your bed with the most annoyance you could conjure, clicking harshly on the green circle and practically smacking it to your ear.

"creedance, call my phone like you lost yo damn mind again and i will block you." your voice was stern, tired and annoyed. he'd been hitting your phone call after call for hours since your argument. for him to act so single he was raising hell at the statement you had made.

you looked around your dark room, nothing lighting the room up besides the milky lilac colored candle. the flame was high, the stack of wax in the grey glass jar was melting quickly.

"block me and we gon see how many text now numbers i make" he sucked his tongue as he stood outside his glossy black camaro, his back resting against the door, his legs stretched in front and crossed as he loosely held his phone to his ear in his left hand.

his right arm hung down with his finger tips clinging to the rim of his raspberry tea arizona. "piece of shit.." she muttered before turning in her bed, holding the phone in the hand and arm she laid on and pulling her fluffy black comforter over her body.

"what was that?" he said into the end of his white glass backed iphone with the sound of irritation in his voice. "nothing nigga. can i just go to sleep? im tired of arguing today, try again tomorrow" she sighed with all sincerity in her voice.

this particular argument had been going since about 11 am in the morning, though the cause took place last night, and its now 12 am in the night.

yn dont even think she care anymore, she doesnt appreciate that he doesnt get the slightest sense of get the fuck on when she cusses him out over the phone again and again.

"im outside" his words are a short whisper and his voice is grasp compared to his usual warm, goofy tone. he is seriously upsetting her..but she feels warmth in her cheeks and in her finger tips as she nibbles on inside of the cheek she's laying on.

"well go home. dont waste yo gas, breath and time on me. im not coming outside, the fuck i say about pulling up on me?" you rolled on your back, looking up at your ceiling, resting your hand flatly on your tummy.

"can you please come outside, ion wanna go to sleep with you mad at me" hes rolling his index finger around the rim of the arizona can and he feels like hes pleading and begging. "you 'member we stayed up watching all of sister, sister?" hes confused why is she asking a random question like that, "yes yn" now he seems annoyed and shes got a grin.

"mk well go home roger" he rolled his eyes and they both let a small chuckle out, "igh keep playin" he exhales slowly and he throws his arizona can at yns sister mikasas window. it makes a crack sound as it drops down after smacking the glass. he giggles childishly and you wanna know what the fuck is so funny.

mikasa's in her bed, laying back eating turbos watching tv while erens on her laptop facetiming her. her neck makes a sharp turn when she hears a smack to her window.

"you heard that too babe?" she looks back to eren who nods and paused his game to ensure shes alright, "im gonna look" shes slowly slipping her dark red pantuflas on, the fluffy warm black fur inside warming her feet.