my best friends brother | eren.j

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Rule number 1. The most important rule, the rule that came before anything else was:

"DO NOT GET WITH MY BROTHER!"

Which was easy enough for you. Eren Jaeger was a dickhead. He was the biggest, meanest boy you'd ever seen, and the last thing you'd want to do is get with him. He who would play his guitar loudly just to piss you off next door, he who would bring back a girl every night whilst you and Bella would hang out, he who was just known as the biggest jerk in the whole entire world.

You met Bella when she moved in next to you, aged four, with her snotty twin brother, who she was older than by exactly 6 minutes and 27 seconds. You had always been somewhat intimidated by her, she was bold, loud and always the leader of group in class, whereas you were more quiet, playing with yourself at recess. Then one day, whilst planting flowers in the school garden, she had been situated next to you and had accidentally flung a mound of dirt into your face, which had shocked you, sending you into a fluster of tears. She immediately started apologising too, promising it wasn't on purpose, and had ended up sending herself into tears, causing your teachers having to calm you both down in some corner of the classroom as you both sniffled. She apologised, and you said it was okay, but she watched you warily in case you went around giggling that Bella had been a cry baby, but you didn't. So at the end of the day she hugged you, and ever since then, you were inseparable. Sandbox love if you may. You were attached at the hip, and you did everything with Bella, which came with a price. Her annoyingly stuck up twin brother, Eren Jaeger.

You were now in your first year of college, studying at Trost University along with Bella and unfortunately, her brother. He knew of Bella and yours rule list, he was there when you both made it at 11 years old, and boy did he love to play around with the rules. Always taunting Bella by making snarky remarks about how he'd kiss you if he got the chance, and although Bella took it with a pinch of salt and just her brother's terrible humour, at times you wondered if he was joking or not.

It was like a cruel joke. Sure, Eren had always been somewhat good looking, but it was like the second he turned eighteen he flipped. His hair had grown out all summer, which you noticed immediately when you came back from your home country. He was still tan from spending all day out in the sun, and he'd gotten a little tattoo dedicated towards his mom below his ear. He stopped working out as often so he lost the gross bulging muscles you hated and became more lean. His style had changed too. A silver chain around his neck, fingers adorned with rings and always in baggy clothing, not skinny jeans and a hoodie like the rest of the boys.

"What are you looking at?" Your best friend asks you as you snap your head up, not realising that you were trying to study Eren's multiple rings.

"Mmm. Nothing." You flicked through a book as Eren smirked subtly to himself, noticing your flickering glances. That fucker.

The three of you were waiting on Armin and Mikasa to arrive at Bella and yours' shared dorm so that you could go to some stupid frat party you got invited to, which came to your surprise, as you were much quieter than the Jaegers and never personally got invited, just tagged along with Bella and her brother.

"Hello? Y/N? Are you stupid? Drop the book and get ready!" Bella called out as she swept eyeshadow on her eyelids, throwing a glance your way as you lifted your head up from the textbook, then looking at the clock.

"I have an hour. I'm good."  You mumble before shrieking as a pillow attacks you, making you frown at Bella.

"Wasn't me." She muttered as you glance over at Eren, who was frowning also, perched on his sisters bed, staring at you.