Fangs of Temptation [Ereri/Riren] BoyxBoy

☆Some Luck☆ 1/2

"Hey, Eren! What's up?"

Armin, I think I'm gay and I need your counseling advice.

Or...

I need you to take me home since I broke some plates and have to leave work today until tomorrow.

Yeah, that sounds a lot better.

Or maybe I should do both?

No, that sounds a lot better.

"Oh.. Well, alright then." Yeesh, don't sound so disappointed. I'm already dying inside as it is. "I'll be there soon. I just need to finish washing my dog then I'll pick you up, okay?"

I hear clatters of broken plates behind me getting thrown away and I cringe, the scene replaying in my head, the sound unpleasant to my ears. "Sounds good to me." I hang up and turn my attention to my boss with a nervous, awkward smile.

--

After all my hard work to getting a perfect score in memorizing the menu and numbers, I screw up this day. My only chance to retain myself and keep this job is to at least pass that test and make sure my interview is solid. I don't want to mess this up and not have a job. I don't want to be a babysitter. I would be a tutor for... I guess math or teach some kids how to play the violin or cello or something, but this is close to where I live and I don't feel confident with teaching others how to do things anyways. Actually.. I do. Huh.

Minds are so complex.

"So, Eren..." And there's that damn tone of disappointment taken lighter this time, "if this job doesn't cut it. Then what?" He's obviously hinting me that I'm going to get fired soon. It's reasonable. I have to be ready. No one works one job forever. If so..that's actually pretty sad.

"Well..um..the last job I prefer going to is the intership." I shrug as I murmured my words, looking out at the still parking lot. "I want to look good after all."

Armin hums with a nod, "Alright. Glad you have something planned. Even if you don't get the job, you get one more year of being jobless and enjoying your free time doing whatever you want." He shrugs and taps his fingers on the steering wheel, "Oh, and about your birthday... Jean is going to be in charge of um..running it this year."

My eyes widened at the news.

"Wait wait wait... Jean?!"

Armin nods slowly as if it was hard to say it in the first place. "Yup. Mikasa did it last year with the pool party. Going down the list... It's Jean's turn. Don't worry though. I'll be up next year and I'll make up to whatever Jean does this year."

"I just hope he doesn't randomly book me for a strip club or something." I groan at the thought, rolling my eyes. That horse face. After making me feel so sexually confused and shitty, he's in the hands of my birthday. Great. Such great. Much wow. I can't wait to have my face in bits of cake and frosting. I can imagine it now.

"You're...able to go back to work tomorrow, right, Eren?" I can sense his hint of concern as if I'm actually going to be simply fired the next day, the parking lot now moving to the left as he turns right off the parking space.

I nod with a lazy hum, "Yeah..." I mumble my last word before closing my eyes for the ride, "hopefully..."

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I'm surprised the next day ran so smoothly in the beginning. I didn't have to pay the whopping $300 of plates I've shattered and I get to keep my job.

Thank goodness.

I just think that if I intern for this business company, I'd get bored to death. I don't think interning for a business company will be fun. I can imagine myself constantly picking up phone calls and struggling to talk and keep up and write down shit for certain things; doing shit for others, basically. Yeah, no thank you. But that will be my last resort.