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“Eren Jaeger.”
Carla looked around the trashed living room which harboured numerous empty packages and cans from what she presumed were from the night prior to today.
Still unresponsive, his mother resorted to shouting.
“Eren Jaeger!”
The seventeen year old male groaned at her shouting, moving to cover his head with a plush sofa pillow.
Carla crossed over to the chair with an unparalleled sense of determination and ripped the pillow out of his grasp allowing for the brightness of the light to cloud his vision.
She threw the pillow off to the side, “You get your butt up right now.”
He pushed himself up from the couch causing his white video game controller to almost fall on the floor but luckily his reflexes were quick and he managed to catch it.
“Yeah?” He retorted somewhat sassily, although for the most part he was just asking what his mother wanted.
“Yeah?” Carla repeated, “look at this mess! What happened here?” She asked dumbstruck, gesturing to the grubbiness surrounding them.
“Nothin’ big, I had a few friends over y’know Jean, Connie, the football team, oh, and Forester came and brought a few of his buddies.” He couldn’t really remember the events that transpired the previous night, however if he had to guess he’d guess Forester didn’t just invite over a “few buddies”.
Carla folded her arms, “I told you not to bring that Floch kid over anymore, I thought you didn’t even like him?”
“I don’t.”
“So then why was he here?”
Eren shrugged, “kid’s weird.”
The empty energy drink cans rattled as Carla crossed the room, “and these?” She picked up an empty can, “where was zeke?”
“Here for an hour, then went out to party.”
Carla sighed in exasperation, “you couldn’t even clean up, I didn’t raise two slobs.”
“I was gonna.”
“Not good enough.”
“You know ‘ren,” she paused her sentence midway to bin a few cans, “how can I go away to work when I can’t even leave you home alone for a couple of days.”
Eren ran a hand through his chestnut hair, “you can though.”
Carla raised an eyebrow, challenging him. “Oh yeah clearly.” She told him, her tone laced with sarcasm.
He clicked his tongue, slightly annoyed by her motherly nagging, “it won’t happen again.” He told her hoping she’d stop her rambling.
“You’re right,” she crossed the room and snatched a broom from the small pantry, “it won’t and I’ll make sure of that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well if Zeke isn’t here when I need him to be and you clearly aren’t responsible enough to stay home alone, I’ll get someone to watch you.”
Eren scoffed, “you’re kidding right?”
“I’m not.” She drew closer to him, continuing to briskly sweep the floor.
“I’m seventeen, I don’t need a fuc- I don’t need a babysitter.”
Despite Eren correcting himself, Carla’s keen ears heard his use of almost profanity (much to her displeasure), so she reacted accordingly by pulling his ears.
“Ah! Ah! Ma.”
“Don’t you tell me what to do, clearly you aren’t responsible enough to remain home alone, so you’ll be getting a babysitter and she’ll be coming tomorrow since I’ll be going on a short trip.”
“This is crazy.”
“Yes it is, but it has to be done, now go to your room so I can finish cleaning down here.”
Eren woke up with a fright, startled by a loud knock downstairs. He wasn’t quite sure what time it was, he’d lost track after 11pm. His room was always dark anyway, only illuminated by the lights from his pc and consoles.
The knock sounded again, only this time slightly louder.
He spun in his chair, then pushed himself upwards, walking leisurely till he was at the front door.
His slender fingers opened the peephole as a green iris curiously looked through.
On the other side stood a black haired girl, slightly distorted due to the peephole, however she seemed to be (at least from what he could tell) a similar age to him.
Reluctantly, he peeled open the front door.”
he leaned on the door, resting his arm on the wooden frame, “Yo?”
“Hi, I’m here to babysi- Eren?”
Ah, she knew him? He thought her voice sounded familiar yet he didn’t instantly recognise her either. He looked down at her, scrutinising her face in the hopes a name would come to mind, when suddenly it hit him.
“Mikasa?”
She nodded, holding eye contact, “I’m supposed to babysit you? I thought Carla called me over to babysit a…no offence but a younger relative.”
He couldn’t believe his mom actually called Mikasa, honestly he thought it ridiculous. He hadn’t hung out with her since they were young even though they went to the same school (he put it down to different friendship groups) although he couldn’t deny it was nice to see her again (albeit a tad wierd).
“none taken, don’t worry about her, you can go home.” He eyed the clock, it was only 7’oclock. “I’m sure you have better things to do.”
Mikasa shook her head, “I don’t, anyway even if I wanted too I can’t, Carla said she’ll pay me once she gets back.”
“Ah.”
Eren pursed his lips then opened up the door so it was wide enough for her to step in. “Then come in.”
She manoeuvred past Eren into the porch, then she briefly stopped to take off her chunky trainers before going into the house.
Her perfume lingered in the air as Eren shut and locked the front door, it smelled sweet yet not strong, almost like flowers. Very Mikasa.
She took a seat cross-legged on the couch while Eren lingered near the stairway, the ambiance was somewhat awkward but that silence was broken once Eren spoke.
“So.” He paused momentarily, “you can do whatever you want really, I’m gonna be upstairs playin’ a game if you need me, unless you wanna come.” He made a gesture tilting his head at the stairs.
“Thanks but I’m good.” She pointed to her small black bag, “I brought stuff in there to keep myself entertained.”
Eren shrugged, “alright. I’m in my room if ya need me.”
Mikasa hummed in acknowledgment as he departed.
-J4eagerz is online-
He spread himself out on his gaming chair as his ps whirred to life. He flicked through an abundance of games in the game catalog as a notification popped up on his screen.
-JK1schtein69 sent you an invite to join with C2trappy-
Eren accepted the invite and put on his headset, leaving one ear uncovered in case Mikasa called him.
“Hop on GTA.”
“Already doing it.”
“Yo Eren.”
“Yeah?”
“Turn on your cam so we can see you, Jean’s is on, so is mine.”
Eren stood up to adjust the tiny device on the monitor, giving the group a good view of his mid-section before he readjusted so his face was in view.
“Hey are Reiner and his friend, um, what’s his name again, bertelu joining.”
Jean looked at him incredulously, his mouth hung agape, “how can you butcher his name that bad?”
“He ain’t my friend.”
Eren scooted closer to the monitor, “stop talking about Berthold, let’s play.”
“We’re already playing idiot, I’m in my new custom banshee 900R anyway.”
Eren couldn’t help but scoff at his shamefully pathetic attempt of flexing, “who asked.”
“Shut the hell up you bastard before I run you over.” Jean revved his engine in game in order to further his point.
“Try it and you’ll get sniped prick.”
Jean’s pimp like character punched Eren’s oddly dressed character causing a brawl to ensure, it almost mirrored their fights that actually occurred.
Then suddenly a loud snap boomed in the game.
Jean banged his hands abrasively on the desk and stared straight into the monitor. “You’re an actual asshole Jaeger.”
“Stop crying, it was funny.” Eren cackled loudly just to smite Jean.
Wasted: J4eagerz sniped by ReinerBraun? (Barbiegyalgabi1).
“You’re joking.” Eren threw his head back in exasperation, fisting his hands in his hair and ripped off his headset and threw it on the desk. The headset was thrown with such vigour it caused the monitor to topple over.
Quickly, Eren lifted his expensive monitor back into place and readjusting his camera again as Jean made no attempt to stifle his laughter.
He ran his tanned hands over his face before picking his headset up again. “Karma.”
“It’s not Karma it’s just Reiner’s shitty cousin.”
“Still funny.” Jean mocked.
“Yo guys what did I miss.” Connie back down in his chair, wiping his hands on his black tracksuit.
Jean stuck his tongue in his cheek, Connie was so random he was almost at a loss for words. Almost. “Where have you been?”
“Oh,” he pointed behind him with his thumb, “went downstairs real quick, cat was stuck in a tree outside.” He bent down quickly to pick up a black tiny kitten, he brought its face close to the monitor so its azure blue eyes filled the screen. “Cute isn’t she? I’m thinking of calling her Jean since she’s also a pu-”
Jean groaned at Connie’s teasing, “oh Fu, I’ll disconnect.”
“Nice one con’.”
“Thanks. I-”
A gentle knocking at Eren’s door interrupted Connie leading all the boys to become silent.
“Come in.”
Mikasa’s head popped in before she tentatively stepped into Eren’s gloomy room. She closed the door with a light click behind her then came up a reasonable distance behind him.
“Hey.”
“Hey. You good.”
“Mhm.” Mikasa’s eyes flickered around his room before focusing on his captivating greens once more, “you good? There was a lot of banging downstairs.”
“Ah, yeah my bad. Video games.”
“Seems stressful.”
“It is.”
“Anyway I just wanted to tell you I made dinner if you want some?” She offered.
She shifted about on her feet, waiting for him to provide an answer.
“Thanks, I’ll come come down in a bit.”
Mikasa shrugged, “suit yourself, oh and if you hear any talking downstairs it’s Sasha on the phone, she doesn’t have an inside voice.”
Eren chuckled as she smiled at him, then she left.
He closed the door again and went to scrutinise his monitor. Jean’s eyebrow were contorted into some forlorn expression while Connie’s hands were on his head as he looked on in disbelief.
“What?” He asked, unwrapping a random mint he found on his desk.
Just as he popped the mint in his mouth, Jean spoke. “Why is Mikasa Ackerman at your house?”
Eren froze. He forgot to turn off his cam.
The brunette stretched nonchalantly despite feeling rather frazzled, “no reason.”
Connie immediately sprang up the the monitor placing his face way too close to camera, “it’s fucking Mikasa, what do you mean no reason, she’s hot. Is she your girl, or maybe she’s tutoring you.” Sporadically, Connie started jumping up and down laughing to himself, “or maybe she’s looking after you.”
“she’s not his girl.” Jean announced, although it seemed like it was more for his own clarity than anything. “Plus I don’t think she’s Eren’s type, she dresses differently to the girls he likes.”
Eren thought on this. He mostly dated girls with black hair, so she ticked that category. Yeah, Mikasa’s style was slightly obscure from what he could tell (especially compared to when they were younger) but he thought it suited her, the grunge clothing complimented her pigtails and neutral makeup style, plus he can’t deny Mikasa has always been pretty.
“you’re wrong, she is.”
“What?”
“she is my type.” He corrected.
“So what that means nothing.”
No one could push his buttons quite like Jean could, it was like he had an uncontrollable urge to retaliate against him no matter what.
So what slipped out of his mouth next could hardly be helped.
“It does if she’s my girlfriend.”