[🌸] Admit It | Riren/Ereri AU

02 | living a dream

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Now, if someone were to ask me if there is limit to how organized one person can be I would say the most obvious answer: no.

Now if you ask my mom, she wouldn't hesitate to tell you that there is.

That's a difference between us that is easy to pick out, without putting much effort into it. I am, as she says, overly organized. All five hundred and twenty-seven books are organized by author, then by alphabetical order by title. Since my room isn't very large I have to make use of every inch of space.

I have a twin-sized mattress in the far corner of my room, pressed against the back wall. The foot of my bed faces the window, giving me a perfect view of my desk and the outdoors. Bookshelves run along the wall where my door stands, each shelf labeled with what author's books are placed there. A separate shelf that is near my bedside holds my souvenirs and "knick knacks". My closet is organized with several worn-out boxes, all labeled and neatly stacked. My violin case leans against my bed, it's strings untouched for over a year now. Every wall is plastered with old photographs of my mom and I, along with several posters of my favorite band.

My suitcases are stuffed to max capacity and are now lying on my neatly made bed. I have two large boxes ready for my use.

Mom is leaning against the doorframe, her lengthy hair tied back into a loose braid. She watches me take things out of my closet and place them into one of the boxes, occasionally make side comments.

We chat about what I'll be doing once I get to Sina campus grounds, and if I'll be sight seeing around Trost, since the city itself is such a large tourist attraction. There are several statutes of giants that stand all around the borderline of the city. I remember seeing them in photographs, apparently they have a name, but I can't quite remember it.

"Do you know who your roommate will be?"

I rearrange the items inside the medium-sized cardboard box for the second time. I didn't bother to turn and face her.

"Yeah, it's Farlan," I state bluntly.

"Oh, you're still friends?"

"Yes, mom. We have been friends for years now."

Farlan and I have been friends since primary school. He was one of the only people that talked to me after Eren started ignoring me. Farlan isn't much older than me, we are about the same age but he seems to be taller than me. In fact, everyone is. Even mom.

I continue to rearrange my things until I am satisfied. Farlan is supposed to come by and pick me up so we'd drive to Trost together. We were going to take the train, but he thought it would be much better to take his car. This way, we can have access to a car later on.

Farlan is also interested in the medical field, but he wants to become a nurse while I yearn to be a surgeon. We have this liking in common. Farlan and I planned out our futures together since the last year of secondary. We both were going to graduate together and work at the same hospital.

We are close enough to not hate each other's guts, as well as accepting one another's differences. While I live off of books, he is deadly addicted to video games, something I'm not very fond of.

"Well, I'll go make you something to eat before you go. Want anything in specific?" My mom asks me.

I tape down the first box with duct tape before turning to face her. "Uh, can you make me a sandwich? I don't want to eat heavy before hitting the road."

"Sure thing, with or without pickles?"

"Without," I say with a gag. I hate pickles.

Mom chuckles, "alright. I'll call you when I'm done."