Eren's P.O.V:
To my disappointment, neither Mikasa or I won the tickets to the concert. So all I could manage to do was camp on Facebook, and check on Twitter every so often.
"Eren, get out here please!" I heard Mikasa yell. Making me scoff and get up lazily. Leaving my headphones on the keyboard.
"What is it?" I groaned. Rubbing the sleep from my tired eyes as I leaned against the wall of the hallway.
"Look," the raven said. Her eyes wide as she pointed a sharp index finger towards the screen.
I glanced over, and raised a brow at the image.
"Your boy bands? Why do you think I'm interested in this?" I asked. Yawning, and rubbing the back of my neck; trying to alleviate the pain branching out from it due to my horrible posture and a brutal all-nighter.
"Because they're moving the concert to here!" Mikasa shouted. Giddy and girly like she gets sometimes.
"But we still won't have tickets..."
"Doesn't matter! I'll live better knowing The Trio will be here in Florida!"
I sighed. Mikasa was a typical fan-girl of The Trio, and those bands were really her thing. I don't exactly hate on their music, but I'd much rather listen to stuff with legitimate emotion instead of mushy romance and happy endings.
"Did you forget? Levi is in that concert, too!"
I blinked. Oh yeah. I kind of forgot about the details of that specific concert...and I can't remember much without forgetting it.
"We don't have tickets..."
"Oh, Eren. Be quiet. I'm going there anyway," Mikasa said with a smirk.
"But-"
"I won't go in the concert, I'll just hang around."
"What if-"
"Stop worrying. You're coming with me."
"I don't-"
"You will be coming with me, Eren."
I was about to say something else, but I decided not to. Mikasa would just interrupt me again. She does this in order to get her way; no matter how many things you say to object, she will always find a way to get you to do something by interrupting you.
"Alright, fine," I grumbled. Returning to my room. Why go to a concert you can't even listen to? I don't understand why Mikasa would do anything like that. It beats the purpose.
I grabbed my headphones, placed them on my ears, and sat down. Noticing a new tweet from Levi himself.
Levi Ackerman @LeviAckerman · 1m"Turns out the concert has been moved to Florida, the happiest place on planet fucking Earth. Someone kill me."
I frowned at Levi's description of Florida. It wasn't that bad here.
Glancing over the comments already piling in, I noticed a lot of other people that lived in Florida were either defending their state, or going giddy that the concert was moved closer to where they lived.
Hesitantly, I left a short comment.
Eren Jeager @ErenJeager · 1s"@LeviAckerman Florida isn't that bad. Though I have to admit that New York is better."
I knew he wasn't going to see it. But I still wanted to try. I mean, why not? Commenting on Twitter hasn't ever caused anyone to die or anything.
Right?
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