Horrifically Wounded, Strikingly Gorgeous & Deadly [ErenXMikasa] [Eremika]

VII: The Morning After

[Mikasa]

I get home around one in the morning, when both Reiner and Levi have had enough of their booze. The party started dying down at around eleven, when all the party-poopers started leaving. Although the party didn't fully end until about one. I wave goodbye to Reiner, Bertolt and ecetera, watching as Reiner yells out of the window, holding a bottle of cheap rip-off beer high above his head and in plain sight, shouting and yelling as the music pounds loudly through the streets. Bertoldt screws a u-ey, makes a few donuts, and speeds off down the street. I shake my head, smiling.

"C'mon, 'Kasa. Let's go inside."

Levi says, a scowl on his face. I scowl back.

"Don't call me 'Kasa, Levi."

I say, pushing past his tipsy figure as I make my way into the house. Levi follows. I immediately turn on the lights, watching as the chandelier that dangles high above us lightens up, illuminating hte room in a warm light. I drop my keys on the counter, scanning the foyer. The house is silent. It's not surprising, to be honest. My parents are rarely ever home, usually stopping by at two to eight month intervals. Lucky bastards. They get to leave this place just because they're two of the best Politicians in the country. I shake the thoughts from my head. No use dwelling on things that'll just ruin my mood.

I tramp up the stairs, taking off everything except my jeans and bra and lay down on my bed, throwing everything in my hamper. I pull my phone out of my jean pocket, dumping my lighter and cigarettes in a crevice between my bed and it's support boards, and unlock my phone. I scan through whatever; gallery, Tumblr, Facebook, Instagram; Snapchat.

I sigh. I don't even know why I'm on all these social networks; I hardly ever use any of them. I sigh, throwing my phone on my bed as I stare up at the ceiling. I turn on my side, letting my breathing slow as I close my worn eyes. I can still feel the little warmth that was left over from my smokes in my lungs, letting it work it's way through my system as I drift off to sleep.

I'm afraid.

[Eren]

I wake up, my head pounding like I just got hit with not only a brick but all the yellow pages dating up until at least 2009. I get up, holding my head as I look around the room; shit. I fell asleep. I look around the room, spotting a few guys cleaning up the leftover alcohol bottles and party streamers, as well as my friends who have decided to fall into a very painful and definite heap on the floor next to the TV. I shake my head. I think we all had a little too much liquor last night. I must admit, even I got a little bit tipsy. I know this because of the pounding headache I have at the moment.

I walk over to the rest of group, realizing that Connie has fallen right on top of Sasha, and Jean on top of Marco.

Naww.

I ship them.

I shake Connie awake, feeling white hot pain spread across my head as his own scrawny frame snaps up in alert, his head hitting mine as we both sit down holding our very sore, and very bruised heads.

"Ow! Sorry, Eren."

He says, grinning at me a tiny bit as he rubs his forehead. I just nod. I'm in too much pain to answer with words.

"What happened? Did we all fall asleep?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Last thing I remember was Sasha stuffing both a spoonful of Nutella and a chicken crisp in her mouth at the same time..."

Connie says, drifting off. As if on cue. Sasha snaps awake, and Connie and I both snicker when she makes an almost pig-like noise.

"Oh, morning Sasha..."