MONEYTREES ☆ eren x black reader

𝐜𝐡. 𝟔

"We could always go home if you want to... They don't even know we're out here." Troye looked over to you in the dark car. The two of you were parked in front of the roller-rink, car turned off to reduce noise. You'd seemed nervous, like you were anxious to see Eren after ignoring him for the entire day.

"I know," You said, tugging a lip-gloss tube from your purse. You spread it across your lips, looking in the mirror in the car, "I just hope he wasn't hurt or something by it.."

Troye furrowed her brows, "I mean... You did ignore him without telling him why. He probably thinks you're ending the relationship here."

You thought for a moment, zipping up your purse when you were done with your lip-gloss. "Let's go inside," you pulled open the car door, taking one last look at yourself in the reflection of the shiny paint-job.

You and Troye made it up to the door of the skating rink, looking around as Troye opened the door. It was filled with people, people you didn't recognize. Most importantly, in the dead-middle of the dining area within the building, you saw the familiar Eldian logo on a few people's backs. As you scanned their faces, you could finally see Eren. He was seated beside a blond-haired boy, his chin rested on his palm as if he was bored.

"Eren, look," Jean nudged his shoulder, pointing towards you.

He popped up, a relieved grin on his lips as he waved to you.

"See? I told you they'd come," Jean commented.

You walked to him, letting him wrap his arms around you for a hug. "It's nice to see you," he told you, pulling away after a few seconds, "Let me introduce you to my friends."

"This is Y/N," don't be weird, he thought.

You listened to them introducing themselves, glancing over to Troye who'd already began talking to one of his friends. She had short dark hair, you'd remembered she introduced herself as 'Mikasa', funny enough, she was exactly Troye's type.

Eren turned to you, "Still don't know how to skate?" He teased, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He led you to the area where you picked your size.
When you got everything together and the skates on, he went out onto the rink, outstretching his arm for you to hold onto. You shakily grabbed his arm, letting him help you off the platform and onto the rink.

"Don't think about falling," he said to you, helping you balance on your feet, "I won't let you fall."
Your lips curved into a smile. You held tighter onto his arm, letting him guide you around the rink. He smelled like expensive cologne, the one he'd worn when he went on the first date.

"So, how long you known Eren?" Troye asked, looking up at Mikasa as she turned back to the table.
She took a sip out of the cup that was in front of her, letting out a hum. "Just about his whole life," she responded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "What about you? How long have you known Y/N?" She questioned.

"It's the same with us. They've been my best friend since we were babies." Troye responded, glancing back up to see you tightly holding onto Eren's hand, letting him guide you through the rink.

Mikasa raised a brow, "I haven't seen him this happy in a while. Whatever your friend's doing to him, it's working." She was definitely awkward when she spoke; her words sounded like they rolled off her tongue, yet they were always followed by a nervous smile or giggle.

"Y/N has that effect. So many dudes tried to get with Y/N, but they always find a flaw in every guy. Except for maybe like... One." Troye explained.

As they continued speaking, Jean and Connie stopped by the rails on the side, looking up at the door.

"I think another group's coming to the door." Jean squinted through the windows, tilting his head to get a better angle.