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One of the best things about the 21st century is obviously the Internet. Being able to connect with people all over the world, find friends with the same interests as you, knowing what is happening anywhere in the world at any given time. Of course, you may find some flaws in it, like the addiction to the screen for example, but really, is it that big of a deal?
Of course, the Internet has also created new jobs, Youtuber being the one most teenagers dream to become.
Krista Lenz is one of them, although, it’s not a dream anymore. She has 15M subscribers, men and women alike. She’s not doing anything special, she vlogs, does makeup tutorials, tags etc. but her natural beauty and kindness is what attracts people to her. She has that pure, innocent princess-y aura around her, making her shine like the sun.
She barely has any haters, or at least, it isn’t proportional to her fame at all. It’s almost impossible to hate her, she’s too kind for that.
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It was a Saturday in July. The weather was fairly hot but Krista wasn’t losing face in front of her fans. She had planned a meet-and-greet in NYC that day, but she didn’t expect it to be so hot. The meeting was taking place indoors and the concentration of human heat and sweat in a room was clearly suffocating. However, Krista didn’t complain -at least, not out loud- she was wearing her usual smile and greeting her fans with love.
- “An autograph, please.”
- “Of course! What’s your name?”
-“Zeke.”
She raised her head to properly see her interlocutor and was met with a tall, ripped guy with brown hair and blue eyes. His long hair was tied in a man bun and he was wearing what seemed to be a really old shirt.
Mmh, yeah, he’s my type. She thought.
-“Here you go, Zeke! Thank you for your support!”
-“Whatever.”
Huh? Whatever? Wasn’t that really rude?
And just like that, the guy left, without even saying goodbye.
Krista was a bit insulted for a while but the heat quickly made her forget all about the incident. She just wanted to go home quickly.
2 more hours to go…
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Krista was pacing in the corridor of her apartment building. She moved in a few days ago and had yet to see her neighbors, she thought it was time so she decided to bake cookies and give them some. It didn’t seem like they were home yet but that was fine, Krista could wait for them! At least that’s what she thought…
-“…What is Krista Lenz doing asleep against my front door?”
Eren Yeager was about to go home when he was met with this unexpected sight. He bent down to see her face more closely. She was really sound asleep, drooling and snoring.
-“So Krista Lenz can do these kinda of things too, eh?”
He poked her cheek, twice. Nothing. Her shoulder? No answer.
He sighed and threw her on the ground as if she were an inanimate object in the way. That woke her up though.
-“W-w-what happened?”
She looked up to see the tall figure. He really looked like a giant from the ground.
-“Oh! You’re… Hm… Zeke..Right? So you’re my neighbor? Oh I’m so sorry, I wanted to introduce myself but I just fell asleep, hehe. Do you want cookies, I baked them myself, they may not be the best but they still taste great if I do say so myself.”
-“…Annoying.”
-“What was that?”
-“You’re annoying, go away.”
-“Oh I’m s-“
And with that, he shut the door.
Krista couldn’t believe someone would just call her annoying and shut the door in her face. What’s with that guy?!
Even after getting back to her room she couldn’t stop thinking about it. And eventually…
“What do you mean I’m annoying, you asshole?! You’re the annoying one! You asked me for an autograph and that’s how you treat me ?! Give me my autograph back!! Also ‘Zeke’?? That’s such a stupid name! It’s ugly, like your face dumbass!” She was punching pillows and running around her room in full rage. However, the walls weren’t exactly soundproof.
On the other side of the wall, Eren was chuckling.
“So that’s how you really are huh? You must have held back your insults for so long that they’re about elementary grade level. That’s kinda cute I guess.”
He sipped a bit of his hot tea.
“But I won’t be fooled. You may be cute, but I’m not into fakes.”