Mine ~ Ereri

8

Seeing as Eren was still at school, I was alone and had nothing to do. I had already cleaned the kitchen completely and everything else was still clean from my previous meticulous inspections. Getting up from my comfortable place on a beanbag in the den, which looked more like a library what with all the books, I padded down the hall into the living room and searched for my sketchbook. Eren had bought it for me after seeing my drawings on his napkins. Apparently I had a 'natural talent', but that came from Eren and honestly it's not a very big accomplishment due to the fact that he can literally only draw stick figures and flowers.

When I had found it, I grabbed my tin of prismacolors and sat down, my hands moving on their own as they outlined, creating the base figures. In about an hour it was finished and the green and teal pencils were worn down to stubs. I had drawn a pair of eyes, Eren's specifically. The only colors that stood out were his unique irises, the rest fading into a dull grey. Just as I stood to put everything away, the door opening caused me to jump, quickly whipping around to face the door. Seeing Eren walking in, I had no time to hide my work. Seeing as I had no other options, i pushed the book from the coffee table onto the floor and quickly sat on it. He shut the door before shuffling slowly over to the couch and faceplanting into it, groaning loudly. I took this as a chance to put the sketchbook away and I quickly hid it under the pile of cookbooks Eren never used. Honestly I don't even know why we have these.

Returning to my spot on the floor, I looked at him questioningly.

"What's up with you, brat?" I inquired. He didn't bring his face up from the cushions as he mumbled an answer.

"What was that?" I asked agitatedly. He brought his head up and propped it against the arm of the couch. He pulled a halfhearted cheesy smile.

"If I told you, you'd kill me."

"Whatever. So are you gonna answer my question or not?" I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the table.

"Fine, fine. I had a project for my minor due and I haven't done it yet. Also we had a substitute prof that gave me a weird feeling. He was hella creep and totally checking this chick's butt out. I mean at least try to be professional." This fact made me slightly uneasy. What if he did something to Eren?

"What was his name?" I questioned, genuinely curious. Not that I would show it.

"Dunno. The lecture only lasted for a few minutes before his computer blew up. Which sucks because my hard drive was over there and now I have to do another project over again. College sucks man," he sighed, burying his face back into the couch. The information he gave me made an uneasy feeling swirl in my stomach. I knew someone who would do things like that, impersonate and murder. Even though he's dead and gone now, it didn't make me any less uncomfortable.

"Strange." I commented, looking at my hands. I examined them, their faded scars and the places that used to be constantly inhabited by calluses. Memories flooded through my mind, good and bad. Memories of my family, my hardships, life and death all the same. Then new memories. When Eren took me in, every bad thing seemed to disappear, my past so far behind. My hands, which used to be constantly covered in grime and wounds, were now clean and soft, my pale complexion actually showing on my skin instead of it being littered by filth and blood. It was nice here, a million times better than the Underground. I looked up at Eren, and then back down to my hands. A strange feeling flooded through my chest, and if I could name it I'd say it was closer to admiration than anything else. I don't know what I did to deserve someone so wonderful in my life, but I'm glad I do. I almost smiled at that.

I don't know why but I suddenly felt the need to hug him, to snuggle up to his warmth and just lay there. My face suddenly flared up in a blush. I shouldn't think like that, it'll just grow into something more, intimate.

"You hungry?" I asked, trying to calm my blush. He nodded and I got up, walking to the kitchen and opening up the freezer to look for anything I could make. I was severely disappointed when I saw that the only things in there were two tubs of chocolate ice cream and about eighteen Hungry-Man TV dinners titled 'Cheesy Beef 'n' Mac'.

I sighed. I could've sworn we already went over the fact that he can't live off of Mac and cheese.

What do I see in him?

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Ayyyyeeee it's another chapter! Hints on the big rising action shit that's gonna go down, idk how many of you caught it though. I'm sorry for the randomness of hungry man cheesy beef and Mac but that shit is literally what my sister is living off of right now and apparently it's addicting so yeah. Sorry but late night book writing doesn't work well for me. Whatever, imma try to make something of actual importance happen later. Today was just something for insomnia time fillers. Meh, hopefully some of you found this entertaining.