Petrasexual - Petra x Reader CRACKFIC

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After being gone for five years, there was a lot you could say you missed about Southern California. One of the things, or rather, people you missed was your best friend Eren Jeager. You had grown up with him, gone from building sandcastles on the shores of your favorite beaches to shredding the waves with him once you learned to balance on a surfboard, but all of that had changed when your parents uprooted you and moved out of state with no promise of a return halfway through middle school.

Your step-great-aunt or something had fallen ill, and it was imperative that your parents show up immediately to tend to her every need, which you thought was total bogus, considering she wasn't even related to you, but families are not a democracy, so you were packed up and shipped far, far away. Before you were allowed a phone, you and Eren would keep up using letters and emails, but eventually, the two of you fell out of touch. Luckily, you remembered your childhood friend's email address, and reached out as soon as your step-great-aunt had died and your parents decided to move back to SoCal.

Presently you sit on your bare mattress, surrounded by sealed boxes and suitcases. You slide your laptop from your backpack and power it on, typing in your password and logging in. You fire up your gmail and begin to type your message.

To: erenjjeager0331@gmail.com

Subject: I'm moving back to Cali!

Hey man, how's it going? How's life treating you? I'm just shooting you a quick message to let yk that I'm gonna be back in CA in a couple days, depending on how long it takes to drive there. Same old house as before lol. We should do something together. Hit me up, my number is: XXX-XXX-XXXX.

- (y/n)

You nervously hit "send" and watch the draft leave your screen. Assuming that if he got the email, he would text you, you put your laptop back into your backpack and wait for a response. Your family insists that you "take the scenic route" to get back to California, which is shorthand for, "we're driving so we don't have to pay movers," but you know better than to put it that way in front of them.

"Alright, kiddo, you all packed up?" One of your parents comes in and says, smiling and patting the top of your head.

"Yeah, I was packed, like, yesterday," you laugh back at your parent as you finally see a smile that reaches their eyes.

"Somebody's excited," they smirk, lifting one of the larger boxes by the door. "Whaddaya got in here? Dead bodies?" they groan as they heave it through the doorway to your bedroom.

"No, it's just (y/n)'s six thousand pairs of shoes. Honey, seriously who needs that many?" Your other parent snorts from the hallway before walking into your bedroom and lifting a box.

"I don't have that many," you respond, standing up and helping your parents move boxes until the moving trailer is stacked to the ceiling. You flip a final bird at your completely gutted house, happy to finally be saying goodbye to that place. You've been trying to nap on the road for the last couple hours, when your phone chimes with a message from an unknown number.

(y/n)? Is this your number?

Eren? You quickly type back, before sticking your head through the gap between the driver's seat and passenger seat and saying, "Guess who just texted me?"

"Who?" one of your parents says from the driver's seat while the other is absorbed in an audiobook that you can hear when you get too close to them.

"Eren," you reply, a sly smirk in your voice as you already feel like you've distanced yourself from the five years away.

"Oh good!" your parent says, their hands on the steering wheel while they look away from the road to smile at you. "He's a good kid."