Run Out

Introduction

Key:

"Muffled voices/whispers"

'Thought'

"~Intoxicated/High Speech/Rambling~"

"Speech"

'If nobody's home right now other than me, then why is there movement?'

Eren was frustrated and terrified. With his girlfriend of eight months, Mikasa, out with her friends Sasha and Mina, there couldn't be anyone home, right?

It only made sense. Who doubts the one they love?

"Hey asshat!"

Sometimes, however, sense isn't the right way to do things.

"Oh shit!"

A loud crash could be heard.

'Male. Not too familiar.'

"Just hide!"

'Female. Far more recognisable.'

Eren ripped the pull-up bar off of the door's frame, holding it like a large sword. Dashing up the stairs at an inhumanly fast level and noticing the door was open in the corner of his right eye, Eren made a beeline for the slight opening and kicked with all his might.

"HYAAAAAA!"

The door burst open, clattering into the wardrobe and leaving a slight indent. Scanning the room for intruders, Eren's eyes lay on a sight he thought he wouldn't see.

He hoped he wouldn't see.

He fucking prayed that he wouldn't see.

Mikasa, on top of another man, which in enough of itself was scarring, but when he recognised who the man was, he wanted to throw up. It was his supposed "friend", Jean Kirschtein.

"Ah."

"E-Eren, it's not what it looks like."

'Cliché much?'

"So what is it then?"

Her face paled.

His face reddened and his eyes pooled.

Jean looked downcast.

Eren opened his mouth, but paused slightly.

"...exactly. Goodbye, Ackerman."

He then left, not noticing the saddened looks on their faces, only thinking of one thing:

'Was I crying that whole time...?'

~The Brauns', an Hour Later~

The room stank. Turns out body odour and Lemon Haze make for one hell of a combo.

"~And then, dude, she's on, uh... Jean, yeah... that's him...~"

Reiner laughed a mirthless laugh, disappointment flashing over his eyes. Reaching for a lighter, he sparked yet another joint and passed it to Eren after three drags. Feeling his vision go slightly hazy and his head become number and warmer, he relaxed into his seat.

"~Shit's heavy Eren.~" Reiner laughed again, more anger laced in his tone than entertainment.

"~So, like, what do I do, man? I wanna leave... go somewhere new bro... sound good? Or...desperate?~"

"~Might seem cliché, but... you only live once dude.~"

Eren nearly sobered up at that.

"~How long are your parents out, dude?~" He perked up, although still somewhat stoned.

"~Three more nights, man.~" Reiner responded.

They sat in silence for a few moments, staring at the same, slightly burnt piece of wood on the floor.

"..."

Silence.

"..."

Getting awkward.

"~Party?~" They both asked simultaneously, a grin on each face.

...

Better.

~Saturday Morning~

Eren awoke violently to a vibration. Next to a sea of bottles, covered in varied snacks and with a shot glass in one hand, he certainly looked better than how he felt.

"Ahh, fuck..."

Checking the time, his eyes widened.

"Two o' clock?! Fuck I gotta get home and see Mika-...Mikasa..."

Looking down from the clock widget, he noticed a text.

'Armin?!'

It had been years since Armin's departure, but the two remained in constant contact, whether that be on Discord or through text.

"Hey man, Reiner messaged me about the whole Mikasa situation, that sucks. My college is accepting transfers rn, and my dorm has a room free, you maybe wanna...?"

Eren responded nearly instantly.

"Your college is by the seaside, right dude?"

Again, his phone pinged near instantly.

"Yeah lmao, good sights and good times"

Eren grinned.

After all, what harm does a change of scenery do?

A.N: And that's a motherfucking wrap. This is my first novel in over three years, so don't get too irked if I'm rusty. Don't forget to share and favourite, and thanks for reading! Stay tuned!