𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗼𝘆, 𝘫.𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯

¹¹ "swim"

*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍𝘽𝙊𝙔*ੈ✩‧₊˚

After Jean drove you home, you sulked in your empty apartment. You were thinking of inviting some friends over, like Sasha, but figured everyone was probably busy with plans of their own. After all, it was spring break and you didn't plan anything.

The only person you knew of that was available at the time to hangout with was Jean. The two of you hadn't talked for a week after that day at the diner. Ignoring texts and places you could possibly see each other. It was childish, really, but you wouldn't get far with him if lying was the thing that would prevent what could've been.

You were thinking about picking up work again after taking a vacation break but you knew you would regret it the second you stepped inside the coffee shop. You weren't going to waste the rest of your spring break on a boy you clearly didn't know. You sighed and plopped down onto your plushed sofa, grabbing the remote from the coffee table placed in the center. Surfing through the endless channels for something to watch until you came across one of your favorite movie franchises, Twilight.

You played it and walked to the kitchen to pop some popcorn. There was a knock on the door before the popcorn was finished. You weren't expecting any company and Mikasa wouldn't be coming back until tomorrow. You walked towards the door to answer, opened it and your eyes met with, to your surprise, the very person you were meant to be ignoring, "Jean? What're you doing here-?"

He was leaning against the door frame, one arm touching the top of the door. His intense glare made you clench your jaw. You felt he was being rude by coming to your apartment, glaring at you as if you were the one in the wrong, and had the nerve to simply ignore your question. You flare your nostrils and backed up to slam the door shut in his face. He put his foot between the door, "Y/N, just wait!"

You froze, debating whether you should hear him out or go on with your life. Although, said life was just watching Twilight by yourself during the time you were supposed to be out doing stuff with your friends and having fun. You sighed and opened the door once again, "Fine. Come in."

The microwave started beeping, alerting you that your popcorn was finished. You walked over to the kitchen area as Jean stepped inside, eyeing the apartment, "Nice place."

Your back was still turned as you shook the popcorn bag and emptied it into a plastic bowl. He was standing with his hands in his pockets when you turned around to face him. You leaned your behind on the counter and threw a piece of popcorn in your mouth, "How did you know which apartment was mine?"

He moved his gaze from the TV onto you, "I called Mikasa and asked. Practically begged her to tell me. Of course, she gave me an earful."

"Yeah, as she should."

He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his nape from the awkward tension, "Y/N, I-."

You cut him off immediately out of frustration, "Why didn't you try to call? Or text?"

"Can you let me explain?"

You squint your eyes at him as you chew the popcorn, "..."

"Listen, Y/N, I know I told you that I didn't know who Pieck was and that was dumb of me. I know that I shouldn't have lied about it. I just didn't expect to see her there especially after-. Anyways, I just didn't want her to ruin our-."

"Friendship."

"Yeah, that. Our 'friendship'."

"Jean. Who is she?"

"Y/N, let's not talk about it. Please? I just came over to apologize."

You break eye contact, looking down at the floor as you scoff at this pointless conversation. You aggressively placed the bowl of popcorn onto the counter and leaned forward with the calmest expression on your face, "So, let me get this straight- you came here to apologize for lying but you don't even have the decency to tell me exactly why it is that you lied?"