Say it.

a boy is a gun

Eren leaps to open the door before Sasha can get another word out. "Who is he looking for?" Eren stands over Sasha, blocking your view of anything outside the bathroom door.

"Y/n," she replies, sneaking a peak of you behind Eren. "Last I saw him was ten minutes ago. I think he left but I'm not sure," she squints, confused.

"Thank you Sasha," you say, pushing past the gap underneath Eren's arm. "I'm sure he left. Let's go," you tell him, grabbing his arm and pulling him with you.

He stays close to you, hiding his sweats. "Who invited him?" Eren huffs from behind, following you into the area living room where the stairs are. The comment was more to himself than it was to you, but you reply anyway.

"Eren, no one needs to be invited to come to one of your parties. I'm sure there's people here right now who you've never seen in your life," you tell him, making your way up the stairs with him behind you.

You both make it up to the door of Eren's room quickly. "You can change. I'm going to get a drink, do you want anything?" you ask him.

"I'm fine. I'll be down in a few minutes," Eren clears his throat. He waits for you to turn and walk back down the stairs before pivoting into his room. Something about Jean looking for you put a bad taste in his mouth. He didn't like it.

You take your time walking back down the stairs. Although you didn't talk much, your throat felt scratchy from the the encounter in the bathroom.

A drink was long awaited for not only you, but Eren too. Making your way to the kitchen, you squeeze past crowds people dancing and talking. Some drinking or occasionally passing around a blunt the size of a roach.

Unlike the rest of the house, the kitchen was completely empty, but a few people stood by the door carrying out conversations.

Walking to the corner of the room, you grab two plastic cups and bring them to the bar area. The counter was full of drinks. Everything from whiskey to pink Whitney took up space on the counter. Your face curled up at the sight of the nasty brown liquid.

A few bottles of flavored syrups and different juices occupied a space next to the liquor.

You grab a half empty bottle cranberry juice and pour a large serving amount into Eren's cup before filling yours with the same amount.

As you reach for the Pink Whitney, you feel a figure press against you. You pause in your movements. Your mind flashes to Eren.

The texture of his jeans make uncomfortable contact with your bare legs. Eren was wearing sweats. He couldn't have changed that fast.

Whoever it was, it wasn't the man you'd just seen. A chill passes through your body as you get a whiff of familiar cologne. .

"Is that for me?" the familiar voice proposes. Your questions are answered by the sound of his voice. Turns out he didn't leave after all.

"What do you want, Jean?" your hands steady of the two cups in front do you. You attempt to force some space between the two of you, but he doesn't budge an inch.

"You haven't been answering my texts. I messaged you over three times. Is that not enough for you?" he speaks calmly, but his words were the opposite.

You fingers fidget on the plastic cup in front of you. If Eren were to walk downstairs and see this scene displayed for him, he would flip.

"Jean," you take a deep breath before responding. "I am not obligated to reply to you. I have nothing to do with you or for you," you emphasize.

The room goes silent for a couple heartbeats. As if it were only you two in the house.