Freefall | Eren x OC

Chapter 05: Potato Chip Girl

"NOOOO WAY!! THIS IS YOUR HOUSE???"

Sasha's eyes are as big as saucers and her mouth is wide open as she enters Yurie's house and rapidly swings her head in every direction, taking in every sight of the spacious living room and open kitchen. She takes in the second-floor mezzanine and the chandelier above their head, hanging from the ceiling of the second floor and shining down on the ground floor. Sasha runs over to the big 60-inch flat screen tv and then over to the credenza housing a large turntable and countless records. She takes in the beautiful baby grand piano overlooking the backyard with an enticingly inviting pool.

"How the hell can you afford all this?" she asks bluntly.

Yurie lets out a carefree laugh as she kicks off her heels and treads over to the kitchen to drop a bag of munchies on the counter. "Ahh almost all of this is inherited," she smiles and shrugs, "Hell, my brother LaMarcus got me the television, my gift when he moved out; it used to be in his room. And he helps me with paying for this place, I wouldn't be able to afford it on my own."

Sasha's eyes stay large as saucers as she keeps looking over the space, taken aback by how beautiful and adult Yurie's home is.

"Gurl, drop your gaze, you're making me feel so weird," Yurie teases her as she rips open the bag, pouring pretzels into a bowl. She then pours some potato chips into another bowl to give it to Sasha, who immediately starts shoving them in her mouth. "Sasha, we haven't even smoked up yet!"

Sasha ignores her and keeps stuffing her face as Yurie cackles from her overt goofiness. Damn, Connie was right about this girl; she can't go five minutes without eating.

"Okay, okay, relaxxx," Yurie drawls out with slight exasperation as she pulls the bowl out of Sasha's grasp. "You grab the joints and take them upstairs to my room, it's the room on the far left. I'll turn on some music."

Sasha nods and smiles as she rifles through her big tote bag before pulling some joints out. She turns and starts walking up the split stairs, "Oh I can't wait to smoke up with THEE Marie Antoinette herself."

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" Yurie laughs in fake outrage as she flips through the extensive collection of records on her turntable. She pulls out a record, SZA's SOS, out and carefully places it down on the slipmat before gently placing down the record needle. As the crackling music of SOS begins, Yurie turns the volume way up so it can be heard loudly from her upstairs bedroom.

Yurie reaches the top of the second-floor landing and strides down the open space of the mezzanine that houses her father's music memorabilia. Sasha's looking some of them over, and you smile in amusement. You've seen these things every day for 20+ years, and you often forget how extraordinary they are. A leather jacket, Alfred's prized possession, signed by Michael Jackson, James Brown, Johnny Cash, to name a few. A picture of him and Quincy Jones grinning and leaning against the grand piano downstairs. An old sound mixer from the 90s. A gold record with his name and the words 'Best Music Production of 2002; Alfred LaFleur.'

"Wow, is this all your dad's stuff?" Sasha asks quietly as she turns to look at her new friend. Yurie smiles somewhat sadly as she too looks them over, noting the accumulation of dust on some of them. She's come to ignore this space, overlooking it each and every time she comes up to her room.

"Yeah, this was all his," she murmurs with a touch of reverence for the items that show her father's accomplishments.

"Your dad seemed like a pretty cool guy," Sasha says somberly.

Yurie's somber mood quickly dissolves, and she shrugs as she turns her back to walk into her room. "From what I've heard at least. It's not a side I saw much."