Violet Night

Follow You

[ PART 4. Please listen to the song attached. ]

They made the rest of their way in silence, a wave of guilt hitting Jean as they walked. He couldn't stand it; the silence. Though he also felt he couldn't say anything after snapping at Eren, "look, douche bag," he piped up finally, frowning. "I'll tell you tonight if you stop your goddamn pouting." Eren narrowed his eyes, letting out a harsh sigh, "I'm not the one pouting, asshole." The brunet sped up, eager to not be any more late than he already was. He entered the class, Jean several paces behind him. Nearly everyone glared at the man behind Eren, he was known for teasing the drama nerds. "I wouldn't be caught dead in a class like that." Jean had said to one of his friends, but here he was, in a drama class. He would hear about this around campus until he graduated.

Jean sat beside Eren, looking at his phone in boredom. The professor was going on about stuff he didn't understand, and the dark theater was making him tired. Eren was called up, he was going to practice a part with some blonde girl. She was small, and reminded Jean of a fairy...or something. He didn't like the thought of something so girly, and quickly looked to Eren. He grabbed her hand and spun her into his arms, beginning to sway her in half circles. Jean chewed on his lip, his grip tightening on his phone. "They look like a damn prince and princess!" he thought, his foot tapping impatiently. They paused, and the brunet on stage received a bit of constructive criticism. They began dancing again, this time the professor played the music, instructing their movements. They came to a sudden stop when a dark haired girl went running up to the stage, telling Eren to get his "dog hands off of her," followed by a string of insults.

Eren returned to where Jean was sitting and his face was flushed pale, "She called me a pervert." Jean held his breath, then busted up laughing, "dude, that was some cheesy romance crap but I wouldn't say it was perverted. What's her deal?" The other male fell into his seat, "Ymir...is protective of her. I'm not sure why," Eren sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Sounds like a personal problem. Maybe she just doesn't like you?" the ash blonde male chuckled, nudging Eren with his elbow, "I'm gonna go grab a coffee. Have fun loser." Eren mocked his words in a high pitched voice, sticking his tounge out as Jean walked away.

Jean pushed his way out the theater doors, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets as he made his way to the snack stands just outside the college dorms. The damn privileged kids stared at him from their dorm windows. Nobody who didn't live in a dorm was brave enough to go over there, the spoiled rich kids would relentlessly bully anyone that wasn't a dorm mate. He quickly paid for a bagel and a coffee, then began his way back to the theater. It seemed half of them were too lazy to come out, or already in their classes.

As he made his way peacefully back, he entered the theater to see several strangers on stage now, Eren still in his seat. "Here," Jean handed the brunet half his bagel. "Thanks. When this is over I'll probably grab a burger somewhere then head home for the afternoon. I'll be bringing some props to the theater later tonight, when is your last class over?" Eren took a hesitant bite of the bagel, glancing at the stage for a brief moment. Jean ripped a part off his half, stuffing it into his mouth, "okay. My class starts in thirty minutes, so I'll be leaving soon. Calculus, it's over around six, maybe six-thirty." The brunet nodded, "alright! I'll come back around at 6 to drop off the props and then we'll meet up. If you don't tell me your little secret, I'll tell everyone you're a douche. Not that they don't already know that," Eren teased. Jean rolled his eyes and briefly flipped Eren the bird.

It seemed time was painfully dragging Jean through his class. Numbers and letters clashed on his paper, making his head spin. His note book looked like he had written over previous notes, or just plain chicken scratch. I was nearly six-thirty, and the professor let them leave 15 minutes early. Jean's stomach churned at the thought of Eren's reaction to...the issue he had. The reason he coughed blood, the reason he couldn't even drive himself home that night. He grabbed his bag, shoving his note book into it and making his way quickly out of the room.

He walked to the parking lot to the left side of campus, waiting for a familiar brunet to walk up. The tall male waited, 10 minutes before deciding to sit on the curb and mess with his phone. "Fuck-!" a voice came from behind a car, along with a loud clatter. Jean stood, walking around a few cars to see Eren had dropped a box full of props. Fake wine glasses & platters covered the ground in front of the boy. "Woah, nice one, Jaeger," Jean grinned at the sight of Eren desperately checking the plastic props for scratches. "Oh, screw you!" the male scrambling on the ground huffed, gathering the things into the box. "Com'on," he grunted, walking past Jean, headed to the theater.

They walked in silence for a moment until Eren finally broke it, "so when do you plan to tell me? I don't want to pressure you or anything but I'm dying of curiosity." Jean scoffed and rolled his eyes, "you're not the one dying of anything." The shorter brunet gave the other a confused look, along with a tilt of his head. Before either of them could speak up, a loud ruffled brunet pounced on Eren, "oh goodie! You brought them early! I can always count on you, Eren. I hope it wasn't too much trouble.I really appreciate it!" The women pushed her glasses up before taking the box with ease. "I appreciate it!!" she chimed happily before walking back into the theater, leaving the two boys speechless.

Eren began to laugh, "oh man, it's always the drama teachers that are odd balls, I should expect an encounter like that! She's not my drama teacher, but she's one of the three...a lot more joyful than the teacher I was stuck with. Oh, anyway, you gonna tell me now?" he looked hopefully at Jean, who wasn't looking back. He was looking down, then suddenly raised his head and ran a shaky hand through his hair, sighing. Gathering the courage to tell Eren, he began, "you're going to be the only person in my life who knows this." The brunet nodded, a sudden feeling of worry washed over him. "Eren, it's lung cancer. Extensive stage."