A Fanboy And A Dollar (Ereri)

Chapter 4

Eren's P.O.V:

I was so eager to go to the concert that I didn't get any rest last night. I tried going to sleep early, but I ended up pulling a miserable, sleepless all-nighter. I wish that I could have nodded off into a nap at least, but no. I got nothing.

We're leaving in an hour to start going to where the concert is taking place. It takes about four hours to get there, so I could, hopefully, get more sleep on the way.

I frowned at my Twitter profile. I had a few random youtubers follow me for no apparent reason, but that was about it. Nothing special about it at all...

"Hey, Eren! I'm gonna go cook some bacon. I know how you love bacon," Mikasa said in a sickeningly sweet voice. I did love bacon but lately my friends have been acting weird. It's making me suspicious. Their knowing glances were starting to freak me out. They have information that has something to do with me, don't they?

I responded with a grunt, and she scoffed. "C'mon, Eren. Just admit it already."

I raised an eyebrow. "Admit what?"

"That you have a secret crush on me."

I grimaced at her. "What?!"

She smirked, and turned her back on me. Ending the conversation with the gentle thumping of her feet on the polished wood floor.

"Well that was weird," I said to no one in particular.

Mikasa's P.O.V:

There was a very large smile stretched across my face as I cooked the bacon for Eren. I hate bacon, but I'll do anything for Eren. I grew out of that weird "emo" music Eren listens to, and I matured into the beauty of romance and all of its perks. No problems or fights. Just perfect relationships.

I lived a perfect life, for the most part. I had someone whom I loved very much, I was beautiful, I had everyone chasing me and I could make anyone do anything. It's wonderful. I know Eren tries to hide it from me, but he obviously likes me a lot. He just wants to be different from the rest of the guys.

Well, it's definitely working. I love him with all my heart, and he gets embarrassed whenever I hold his hand or show him affection in front of people. He must be afraid that the other guys will get jealous.

I finished up the bacon, and placed it on a plate with a paper towel resting on it. Calling the brunet into the kitchen to grab the sizzling strips of pork.

He grabbed all but one, and left to his room. I ate the one he left for me, and started watching TV. Hoping to find some nice romance movie with hardly any drama and no pain whatsoever. That should be the world. It really should.

I heard some scuffling around, and found Eren slipping on some of his black-and-white Converse. Placing a black baseball hat onto his head and covering most of it with his sweatshirt's hood.

"Can we go now? I want to leave early," Eren begged. I smiled, hoping he would find my smile very attractive, and nodded.

I found him wearing the new shirt I bought for him and black skinny jeans.

"Jesus, Eren. Stop wearing so much black. If you want to stand out in the crowd wear brighter colors," I scolded. Eren would constantly whine at me about how he wasn't popular, and how he wanted more friends. But it was his fault. He didn't want to be unique like me.

I ended up putting on a frilly blue dress on. I wanted to look good for The Trio. Hopefully I can get them to notice me so I can get an autograph or something. I could even get Eren into real music instead of that depressing emotional junk he listens to now.