Hello & Goodbye (ereri)

Chapter Seven

~Eren's POV~

The following morning I left Mikasa's house a little before noon. She said she'd call everyone and see if they'd wanna hang out at someone's house for the night. 

I'm not surprised that neither of my parents bothered calling or texting me knowing that I didn't come home for two days straight. They're always only worried about themselves and they're both too financially weak and lazy to go through with a divorce. 

Walking up my front door, I searched for my keys in my schoolbag. Didn't take long, but the first step I took into my house, I got a huge whiff of cigarette smoke and alcohol. 

Dad laid sprawled out on the sofa with a bottle of booze and cig hanging out his mouth.

"Hey son," he slurred his words while attempting to stand on his feet. 

"Just call me Eren," I asked while stepping away from my poor excuse of a father. 

"Fine," he yields in his path and looks at me up and down, "Did you fuck someone again while you were gone? You look like a mess."

Rolling my eyes at the man, my tone was full of annoyance, "No, Grisha. I didn't, but I have a question. Do you have any cases of alcohol? I'm hanging out with friends tonight."

Blowing a puff of smoke into my already tired eyes, he replied, "Yeah there's four cases of corona beers in the fridge, but only take two."

"K, thanks," I replied as I headed upstairs into my room. 

I couldn't even think clearly with all the things that have happened over the past two days. Levi fucking Ackerman made me gay, I think? Is that how I should phrase that sentence? Can you be made gay from one person? These are the things I wish I could ask people, but even if my dad hears the word 'gay' he'll smash a bottle across my head untilI bleed and wash my mouth out with actual bar-soap. 

My mother wasn't any better. She would probably  just shrug and go back into her B.O. smelling room. I should be thankful given the fact that they don't physically hurt me to get over their own insecurities or to take out their anger. They're quite broken—mentally.

My bedroom was the only area in this house that was actually clean. It's kinda sad because usually for a teenage boy, it's the other way around. 

I threw my body onto my bed and stifled my face into my pillows. It felt good to relax without worrying if Mikasa was going to suffocate me with affection and if Levi was going to insist on fucking me without my consent.

With the lights off, the darkness of the room set an oddly relaxing mood. It was good enough for me to fall asleep in, so I did. 

My eyelids reopened when I heard the sound of my phone ringing. Aimless throwing my arm around my bed to find it, I finally glared at my screen with squinting eyes. Even as the bright screen flashed in my face, I could see my one and only best friend was calling.

Pressing answer on the mobile, I spoke, "Hey Mikasa, what's up?"

"Hey Eren! Are you coming to Marco's place tonight?"

"Marco's place?" I groaned into the tele.

"Yeah! Everyone's here and we're all wondering where you were! He sent an invite to everyone in a group chat!"

Exiting the screen to search though my messages, I was surprised to see over a hundred texts in the group chat I had muted, "Sorry Mikasa, I was asleep. I'll be over in ten minutes with some beer."

"Okay...see you then." 

Chucking my phone on the ground, I let out an exhausting sigh. My feet stood up on it's own and brought me to my closet. There were racks upon racks of clothing hung up. Eyeing each and everyone of them, I finally picked out some decent attire.

Finally removing it from the hangers, I struggled at putting on a pair of black skinny jeans. Slipping on a white t-shirt, I threw on a beige bomber jacket and my checkerboard-print vans. Damn fashion icon.

Grabbing my phone, I hurried downstairs to grab the booze in the fridge. 

"Hey Grisha! I'm borrowing your car for the night!" I screamed while rushing out the door and placing the beverages in the back seat. My dad had a beat up Ford car from the 90's which I honestly didn't care about. As long as I'm not walking to Marco's house—which is on the other side of town—with two case of coronas then I'm fine. 

Jolting the gearshift in reverse, I pulled out the driveway and headed onto the road. 

As the sun began the set, the numbers of other cars on the streets decreased. My friends and I live in a very not-so-busy type of town. Which to me is rather relaxing. On the road, I noticed I passed by Mikasa's house to see her parents' cars absent as always. 

The image of what happened last night suddenly replayed in my mind.

"Fuck," I shouted to myself out of cringe.

Pulling up in front of Marco's house, I scanned to see other cars parked. Taking my sweet time on get the beer out of the back, I heard someone scream my name.

"YO EREN! YOU'RE FINALLY HERE!" 

Turning around I saw Jean sprinting out the house to snatch the coronas out of my hand.

"Thanks so much man!" Jean belted even though he was less than a foot away from me now, "Come on, everyone's inside."

Following behind him, I was greeted with the scent of marijuana and all my friends gathered in the living room. It was already a mess and they were all sober. Jean passed out a beer to everyone, but Mikasa denied the offer. 

I could already tell this was going to be a long night.