Under the Moonlight

It's freezing outside.

My fingers are wrapped around the handle of my suitcase as I roll it toward the front door of this Airbnb. Sasha wanted the entire group to go on a last-minute trip for winter vacation before the second semester of college starts back up, and now we're about six hours away from home with way too much alcohol. Mikasa worked her ass off trying to find an Airbnb that fit all of Sasha's strict requirements, even though it was completely Sasha's idea alone, but she hyped it up to the point where all of us were excited the entire car ride here.

Eren's groaning with the key stuck in the lock, trying to figure out how to open the door. "God fucking dammit," Eren mutters while vigorously trying to turn the doorknob. I honestly thought that being stuck with Connie as a driver and Sasha in the passenger was bad enough, but now that I'm seeing him struggle with a fucking key, I'm grateful that I wasn't stuck with Eren.

My grip around the handle of my suitcase loosens before I cross my arms, hoping to create some body heat before I freeze to death. Honestly, the second-hand embarrassment from Eren right now is enough to keep me warm.

Jean lets out a loud laugh as he walks up to the door, slightly shoving Eren to the side to stand in front of the lock. "Lemme try it, dumbass," he huffs while snatching the key out of Eren's fingers and sliding it in the lock.

Phew.

I've known Jean for a while, but only until we started our second year of college is when I realized how attractive he is. He matured in the blink of an eye and for the past few months, I've been dealing with the fact that I would hook up with him if he asked. Nothing too serious, we're still friends.

He briefly turns it, hearing a clicking noise as the door unlocks before he grabs the doorknob. "I told you," he announces. Well, he's definitely not the most mature person in the world, but it's better than before. He twists it while pushing it open and I catch a glimpse of the brown exterior of the front living room.

Connie doesn't give them a chance before shoving his way in between the two of them, holding onto his suitcase as he rolls it behind him. He clicks his tongue as he says, "both of you are fucking annoying." His hand reaches for one of the light switches, turning on the light before shivering. "It's cold."

Once Jean and Eren are both inside, they immediately set their belongings onto the ground. I take a step inside, letting the even cooler air brush against my body as I look at the interior. It's a decently large house with an expansive living room, having a kitchen and dining room set to the side. There are glass sliding doors in the living room, which would let the sunlight peek through if it wasn't almost midnight, and a long hallway with multiple doors.

My eyes focus to see through the glass, barely seeing a built-in hot tub on the patio. A few lights are illuminating the area, showing a large patch of grass extending past the patio as the backyard.

"I'll turn on the heat," Mikasa says while carrying a case of water in one hand and rolling her suitcase through the threshold with the other. She walks to the kitchen, setting the waters down on the counter before leaving her luggage against the cabinet. I leave my luggage by the door before holding my hands, trying to form some heat between them to warm up.

Sasha takes a step inside as I hear the click of the thermostat before the heat turns on, knowing that it's going to take a moment for it to start warming up the house. "I have all of the alcohol in my bag," Sasha announces as everyone glances over at her with smiles across their faces, probably excited to get drunk. "And the weed as well."

I walk over to Sasha to grab her over-the-shoulder bag filled with all of our paraphernalia. "Are we getting fucked up tonight?" I ask as I walk to the dining table, gently laying the bag on the wooden surface.