𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍•ᵉ ʲᵃᵉᵍᵉʳ

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𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟹𝟶𝚝𝚑

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑, waiting, with the supplies resting in my lap. I scroll through my phone to distract myself, flicking through group chats and random videos, trying to keep my excitement—and nerves—in check.

"What kind of car does Historia drive?" Eren's voice cuts through the silence, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hyundai Genesis. It's hot pink. You wouldn't miss it," I reply, keeping my tone casual. "She's had it since sophomore year."

He raises an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "Hot pink, huh? That's... bold."

"Matches her personality," I say, smirking back. I can't help but add, "And it's gonna look even better with all this glitter."

Eren glances at the supplies in my lap and lets out a small laugh, shaking his head. "You're something else, you know that?"

"Yeah, well, you're in this with me, so what does that say about you?" I shoot back, grinning.

He chuckles, running a hand through his messy hair. "Guess it means I have terrible judgment."

"Or that you just really want my forgiveness," I tease, nudging him lightly with my elbow.

His face softens a bit, his eyes meeting mine in the dim light. "That too."

We sit there for a moment, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between us. I look away first, back to the supplies in my lap, feeling the familiar tug of conflicting emotions. It's like we're right on the edge, and I'm just waiting for one of us to jump.

"Think she'll even notice right away?" I ask, trying to keep the mood light. "I mean, I bet she loves glitter. Maybe we're doing her a favor."

Eren snorts, leaning back in his seat. "Not like this. Trust me, it'll drive her nuts."

I can't help but smile, glancing out the window as we wait. This feels like the old days—before everything went wrong.

"Why are we still waiting?" Eren asks, his fingers tapping out a restless rhythm on the steering wheel.

"I don't know where her car is," I admit, glancing back at my phone. "But Hitch just posted on her Instagram—a picture with Historia. They're in the dorms."

Eren nods, his eyes fixed ahead, though his fingers slow down. "So, we're good, then? Just waiting for the coast to stay clear?"

"Pretty much," I say, scrolling past Hitch's post, half-smiling to myself. "You seem tense."

"Can you blame me?" He raises an eyebrow, smirking a little. "I'm about to help you glitter bomb someone's car. Not exactly my usual Friday night."

"Well, there's a first time for everything," I tease, nudging him.

He lets out a low laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, apparently."

"Y'know what? Let's hit it, pretty boy. No time to lose," I say, grabbing the door handle and shifting the supplies into my other hand.