There Is Freedom Here

So Eren decided to tell the truth.

At least a version of the truth.

"Because it's disrespectful for you to flirt with Reiner when you showed up with me as your boyfriend to the party," Eren explained calmly, as if he didn't spend the last thirty seconds throwing around furniture in his mind to cope with this confusing madness.

If you ever somehow found out about his feelings for you, you couldn't mention this moment and call him out for lying. He had technically told the truth, just not the whole truth. Nothing would come out of him confessing his feelings besides a harder goodbye. Because Eren still needed to return home, no matter how much he really, really didn't want to.

You stood still for a moment, taking in his answer. "Well... I guess that makes sense."

Maybe you had been overthinking everything. Maybe that was just you grasping at straws to fulfill your undying hope of Eren returning feelings. It was just a small blush, and even if Eren didn't blush often, it didn't immediately mean he was into you.

Too caught up in your own pondering to feel embarrassed for unsuccessfully calling Eren out for having potential feelings, you take the next few minutes to finish decorating the cake, a breeze of a task that had somehow taken almost thirty minutes.

"You can grab some drinks," you reminded, recalling that this whole conversation started because Eren asked if there was alcohol.

Eren walked over to the cabinet, Bubbles following his trail. Before opening the glass door, Eren squatted down to pet the small dog. Even though you had never mentioned it—Eren wasn't even sure that you knew—Bubbles actually slept with him some nights, abandoning the princess's bedroom to reside in his own. That would definitely bruise your ego though, so he hadn't said anything himself.

Eren grabbed a random bottle from the cabinet and returned to the kitchen, setting it on the marble counter softly.

"Whiskey? You have horrible taste," you said, even though you didn't know much about whiskey. It was more just to mess with Eren, to revel in his unleashed emotions as much as possible before he left.

"I can't even read the label."

"Holy shit!" you yelped, completely ignoring Eren to jump in the air, causing Eren to stare at you, wondering what you could be happy about now. "You should try Jägermeister!"

"Why?"

You rolled your eyes, waving off his rainy attitude. "Well, I would've done this last time we drank together but..." you paused dramatically, rubbing your chin as if you were deep in thought. "Oh! That's right. I didn't even know your last name was Jaeger because you lied."

Eren sighed, sinking into the cushion of the chair dejectedly, mentally preparing himself for a barrage of attacks from you since you remembered the fact he was a deceitful, lying piece of shit. Eren knew it was simply the consequences of his actions, so he remained quiet and just waited.

Except they never came. You only sauntered over to the cabinet, plucking the Jägermeister from the shelf and skipping back to the kitchen, like a jolly little girl. Eren isn't into little girls so that thought doesn't continue. (Why did I add this? Idk I thought it was kind of funny.)

"This drink is actually horrible by the way. I was just messing with you when I said whiskey is a bad choice," you said, unscrewing the cap and popping the bottle open.

You turned around to search for two old fashioned glasses in your cupboards, unaware of Eren raking his eyes over your stretched figure, standing on your tippytoes. Those specific glasses were only used by your parents, since you had no reason to drink at home, so they remained hidden, dusty and untouched on the highest shelf.