Waking up this morning felt like being hit by a payload train. I slowly sat up, wincing as a wave of nausea rolled over me. My mouth felt like it was coated in sandpaper, and my throat was as dry as the Sahara.
How I got home? I don't know either.
Last night was a blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and dancing. We'd hit the town hard, and now, as I tried to piece together the fragments of memories, I couldn't help but regret every sip of that last drink.
I forced myself out of bed, each movement slow and deliberate. My legs felt wobbly, like they were made of jelly.
I shuffled to the bathroom, trying not to look in the mirror. I knew the reflection would be a disaster—hair sticking out in every direction, makeup smeared.
Damn, I looked like a goddamn mess!
"Never again," I muttered to my reflection, though I knew I was lying. Here's to many more in the future!
The promise never seemed to stick after a night of fun with friends. I grabbed my phone and saw a slew of messages and missed calls. Apparently, everyone else was feeling just as rough as I was.
I texted Sasha, asking how I got back home, knowing none of my friends would've let me take an Uber by myself, especially Eren.
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Sasha <3
morning babe
how tf did I get home?
my fucking head hurts like shit
Eren insisted on driving you home
but didn't wanna take the rest of us home
jerk
that's Eren for you
I figured
Jean got mad at Connie this morning
cuz we didn't invite him :/
LOL so random
it's not like he would've come anyway :P
cuz I'm there
exactly!!!
idk he's being weird
you guys need to make up already -.-
& I thought we did
-.-
you both are so stubborn
and don't copy me -.-
hehe
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Casualties | ERENXREADER
FanfictionCollege AU; E. Yeager y/n and the infamous Eren Yeager have been best friends since birth, thanks to their mothers who hit it off during their college years. They both always found a way to annoy each other and but always stuck around during hard...
