Wherever I Go

Chapter Seventeen

Third Person POV

"Yeah." Eren replied to Mikasa's question, stopping in his tracks. Mikasa then caught back up to his side. They both started walking again. "Why, do you not want to go on a date with him?"

Mikasa shrugged, pulling out the ticket from her pocket and looking at it. "I mean, he seems like an okay guy."

"A guy you'd date?" he asked, glancing at her. She just gave another shrug. They walked in silence on the way home, until they got to their doors. "Hey..."

"Hm?" Eren glanced over at Mikasa, loosening his grip on his doorknob.

Mikasa looked downwards. "What do you even do on dates?" she asked, letting go of the doorknob that was in her grip. "I've never... been on one. Not a real one." she quietly added.

"Eh?"

"Have you?" she asked, meeting his gaze.

"Y-yeah." he lied, giving a forced laugh. "O-of course I have."

"Are your ears turning red?" she questioned, studying his ears, that were in fact turning a light shade of red. Mikasa thought it was kind of cute, but she kept that thought to herself.

"They do that..." he responded with a sigh.

"When your lying." she added and smirked. "But really, I have no idea how dates work. I don't want to embarrass myself."

Eren decided to go over to Mikasa's and help her with her date with Jean, that was in about three hours. They both sat on the couch, discussing the probabilities that could happen.

"Well first off, sometime during the movie he's probably gonna do something like wrap his arm around you, or make some kind of move." Eren stated, recalling all the romance films he's seen with that scenario. Then he made a disgusted face, "Or even worse, he'll try to kiss you with his horse lips."

"Make a move on me?"

"Knowing him, yeah." Eren sighed, "Like this." he said, then without even thinking, he gently put his arm around her shoulders, letting his arm rest on the back of the couch.

"Or this." he added, then moved his arm away to place his hand on hers, squeezing it. "He'll probably do that dumb move where he 'accidentally' touches your hand when reaching for the popcorn."

"Why would he put his hand in my popcorn?" she questioned, trying her hardest to ignore the fact that they were holding hands. His hand was much bigger and warmer than hers.

"You'll probably be sharing it." Eren replied. "Have you never seen those scenarios on TV?"

Mikasa shook her head. "Oh, well it happens a lot." he sighed, then slowly removed his hand from hers. "S-sorry."

"It's fine." she quietly assured, turning her face to hide her blush.

After that they needed to find something for her to wear. It needed to be something nice, but not too fancy. It needed to be casual.

Eren explored her closet, searching for an outfit. "If I was your date, this is what I would think looks nice." he said, pulling out a simple gray short sleeved t-shirt with a few black colored designs on it and a pair of skinny jeans with a few tears close to the knee. "I don't know about Jean. If he doesn't like it, then he can go screw himself."

"Hmm... okay." Mikasa said and nodded, taking the clothes that he handed her. "What about shoes?"

Eren didn't think about shoes. He scanned around her room, searching for a pair of shoes that would look good with her outfit. He walked over and grabbed a pair of black slip-ons that were placed next to her dresser. "These would look okay I think." he said and walked over to her, handing her the shoes.

They both looked at each other. "I'm gonna go change." Mikasa informed. Eren nodded, watching her go to the bathroom, exiting her room. He sat on her bed, waiting for her to return.

A few minutes later, she came back wearing the clothes Eren picked out. "Looks good." he commented. She gave a smile, "Thank you."

They sat on her bed, watching a show on her TV until it was time to go. Eren didn't need to get dressed or anything, so he was already ready.

Later, Jean came by to pick her and Eren up. The three of them got in Jean's car and left.

Eren's POV

When we got there, Jean ordered him and Mikasa a popcorn to share, while I decided to buy some candy. Popcorn is too mainstream anyways. We also got drinks, then we headed to the theater.

We handed the man our tickets and went in. Mikasa and Jean sat on the end of the row, as someone took the other open spots next to them. Sighing, I sat in the seat behind Jean, who was on the very end. The lights dimmed and the last preview played, allowing the movie to begin. I had also eaten all of my candy while the previews played, so that's great.

"If you get scared, you can hold my hand." I heard Jean quietly say. Mikasa just gave a quiet laugh.

Ew, aint nobody wanna hold your hooves, I thought to myself. I don't even know why I hate Jean, I have since junior high. We 'made up' after our argument, but I still have the urge to punch him in the face. Last time we got in a fight, which was around freshman year, we both got suspended.

During the movie, I saw Jean carefully place his hand over Mikasa's, which was lying on the arm of the chair. She just flashed him a smile, and he gave one as well. They were talking quietly, so quiet that I couldn't hear them. Not that I was eavesdropping, but I'm still curious. And very bored. This movie isn't that scary, but it is pretty creepy.

Out of boredom, I rested my chin in the palm of my hand, propping my arm up with my elbow resting on the arm of the chair.

When the movie finally ended, the lights came back on as the credits were rolling. People were getting up and leaving. I exited, following behind Mikasa and Jean. We threw away our trash and got in his car to leave. I sat in the back quietly, while he talked and drove.

He parked his car in the parking lot and I stepped out, waiting for Mikasa. "I'll be up there in a moment, I want to talk to Jean." she informed me.

"...Alright." I said, shutting the car door. Then I headed up to my place, waiting at my door for Mikasa to come up.

After a few minutes of waiting, I spotted her after she got out of the elevator, making her way down the hall. "So, whens the wedding?" I teased her.

She playfully rolled her eyes. "So, what did you talk about?" I asked.

"I kinda... let him down." she sighed.

"Oh." I said, surprised. "What did he say?"

"He said he understood, and that he's glad I was honest." she answered, pulling out her door key, then unlocking her door. For some reason, I was relieved she turned him down.

"Oh, it's already unlocked..." she pointed out.

"Well, see you later."

"Bye." she replied, then went inside her apartment, closing the door behind her. I turned around to my door, but before i could twist the handle, the door was already opening from the other side. "Eh?" I raised an eyebrow, watching the door open before me.

The door opened to reveal someone I didn't expect to be here; my father.