𝙿𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎𝚜

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟷

Eren didn't bother trying to fall back asleep. The air mattress was far too wobbly, filled with barely enough air to keep him off the ground. He laid there uncomfortably, listening to the fit of giggles that came from the kitchen. It acted as his alarm clock, set to snooze every two minutes to remind him to get up. He heard your and Sasha's muffled voices go on and on about whatever it was that had Sasha all worked up.

He eventually stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eye with his knuckle to try and wake up. You and Sasha sat beside each other at the kitchen island, hands wrapped around mugs filled with steaming coffee. He rested his forearms on the counter and slid your mug right from under you.

"You're going to have to give me back my shirt, you know." He took a sip of your coffee.

"Good morning to you, too." You made a face and yanked your cup back. Looking him once over, he was standing in just his jeans from last night, his chest on full display. He didn't seem to mind much.

You looked down at the oversized shirt you wore. It covered just the cusps of your legs as you sat with one foot on the seat of the stool, the other dangling toward the floor. You caught a glimpse of your inner thigh. The flesh was splotched with purpling bruises and lovebites. You tugged the hemline lower. Eren shot you a flashy smile.

Sasha poured Eren a cup of coffee, and the three of you chattered on about the night. Correction: Sasha did most of the talking. You and Eren just listened. She continued her rambles about the guy she danced with last night. She had been gushing all about him to you from the moment you woke up.

Funnily enough, she couldn't remember his name, only the fact that she had his number. You had spent the last thirty minutes watching her type and then delete at least ten different drafts of messages she wanted to send to the poor fellow. It was a bit entertaining, watching her throw herself into a tizzy over a simple 'hello.' She still hadn't settled on the perfect opening.

With your coffee finished, you headed to Sasha's upstairs bathroom to find your clothes from yesterday. Eren left not too long after you returned his shirt, mumbling something about having to take Armin somewhere. Eren didn't even really seem to know. He just told you it had something to do with 'nerd stuff.'

You lazed around Sasha's house for another hour or so just to pass the time. After every night out, you had a ritual of meeting up with your friends at the usual hangover spot. You didn't even need to text Jean or Connie to know they would be there at noon.

Sasha kept her mouth shut about the whole Eren thing for most of the morning, and you thought you had managed to escape the topic altogether. But it wasn't until Sasha had you locked into her car, unable to physically escape, that she finally decided to interrogate you. She might as well have had a cigar hanging from her mouth and that moody detective lighting because she was about to pry every detail out of you. You were ready to plead the fifth.

She waggled her thin eyebrows at you while she drove to the restaurant. "So, you and Eren, huh?"

The thought of rolling out of the car, even on this 45-mile-per-hour road, sounded more appealing than having this conversation.

"'Me and Eren,' what?" you asked.

"Sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I–"

"Sasha!"

"Right, right." She laughed to herself. "You only cuddled. Just like you did when you spent the night at his house because, apparently, that's all you do."

Not exactly. "Yeah."

She parked the car in the spot just outside the diner's front door. The parking spot should be reserved for her at this point. The diner was never busy, leaving plenty of parking and tables open for the four of you. It only made the service all the better. Nothing beats having your waitress know you by name.