"We'll always be best friends no matter what okay Eren?" Marco was holding onto both of my hands.
"You promise Marco?"
"Of course! No matter what we will stay best friends till our dying days!" I watched as he linked our pinky fingers together.
"But...what if you get a girlfriend and spend all your time with her?" I wiped my teary eyes and noticed we were both 7 years old.
"Oh Eren stop being such a big baby! You'll get a girlfriend too! Besides I don't even like girls so don't worry!" Suddenly Marco of 7 years old grew up and now a Marco of 18 was staring down at me pitifully. I wiped my eyes.
"Jesus Eren. You never change, you're still a crybaby! I thought you'd grow out of this what the hell? How was I ever friends with you?" I cried as I realized I was still a 7 year old.
"You said we'd always be best friends Marco! You promised!" I ran after the boy now walking away.
"Who would want to be friends with you?" I watched him walk away as the darkness swallowed him up.
"Marco!" I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes I looked at the clock mounted on my wall and sighed. I kicked off my sheets and scratched my head as I yawned. It's been about 12 years now since Marco moved away, the last time we talked was about a year ago, I would message and he would read it yet...he would never reply back. I decided I should message him again. Lately he sends one word replies maybe that's why I have those dreams.
To: Marco Bodt
Hey man, it's been awhile how have you been? I don't know if I've told you yet but I'm going to college now, have been for a few months now, but of course you would be too so you most likely already know...I haven't heard from you in a while are you okay? Um...honestly I'm not too sure what to say to you anymore...You never respond and I'm not sure if I've done something or if I'm just being a pest...I just worry for you.
Message me back sometime...I'll be waiting...I miss talking to you Marco...
Your Best Friend,
Eren Jaeger.
I sighed and grabbed my clothes before stepping into the shower. After making sure I was clean enough, and only after seeing my fingers turn extremely wrinkly did I get out and dry myself off. I looked to see if Marco replied to my email yet and sighed when I saw it had been read but not answered.
I headed into the kitchen to make some breakfast. I pressed play on my answering machine and listened to the messages from my sister. Mikasa went out of state for college so I was finally able to breathe. I looked at the time again and decided I didn't have enough time for a full course meal.
I grabbed a piece of toast, my bag, a water bottle, my wallet, phone, headphones and sketchbook before running out to catch the bus. I shoved everything into my bag before putting on my headphones and turning the music up full blast. I finished my toast and took out my sketchbook. I opened up to an empty page and started sketching a boy that was sitting on the cement part of a flowerbed across the street from the bus stop smoking. I tried my hardest to make sure he didn't catch me constantly looking at him because he looked like major trouble that I didn't need.
I looked down the street to see the bus turn the corner so I shoved my sketchpad into my bag and looked one last time at the guy and noticed our eyes met. He was also already walking towards me. I panicked slightly looking for the bus and cursed silently at it being stuck at a stoplight.
"Hey you!" I looked around and noticed I was the only one standing there.
"Yes you moron! I'm talking to you." I sighed and took off my headphones and looked up at the slightly taller boy.
"Yes?"
"My friend back there said you kept staring at me, is there something you wanted?" I looked behind him and saw a short black haired guy glaring at us as he blew some smoke before putting out his cigarette.
"I asked you a question!" I flinched and shook my head.
"Sorry there must be some misunderstanding. I wasn't staring at you." I felt someone grab the collar of my shirt and yank me down. I came face to face with the short black haired person.
"So you're calling me a liar then are you? I'm offended." I trembled under his scrutinized glare.
"Jean, what happens when I'm offended" I looked back at the guy who I assumed was named Jean.
"Well lets just say their lucky if they escape with a few cuts and bruises." I could feel myself pale.
"Alright! Alright...he's right...I was looking at you...but it's because I was sketching you and your surroundings." I hesitantly pulled out my sketchbook and showed him the picture I drew of him. I flinched as the shorter man pulled it from my hand and shoved me onto the ground.
"Hmm not bad, I look quite sexy if I do say so myself." I watched the two boys flip through the book.
"Shut up horseface."
"Aw come now Levi, you don't have to be so mean so early, do you?" I watched Jean drape his arm over Levi's shoulder and Levi roll his eyes.
"u-um...c-can I have it back now? I need to be on that bus." I pointed to the bus coming towards us as Levi thought for a minute and handed the sketch book to Jean.
"Nah I have a better idea, come with us little nerd. We'll give you a ride to school for drawing such a great picture of my idiot friend over here." I watched as they turned to walk away.
"Uh...no that's okay I'll just take the bus..." I watched as Levi looked back and sent me a glare that chilled me to the bone.
"I didn't ask. Now move your ass before I throw you in front of that bus." I gulped and saw Jean chuckle.
"He's not playing around kid I suggest you grab your stuff and hop to it." I sighed and nodded pulling myself off the ground and following the troublesome men.
"Great...just what I needed.." I sighed again and looked one last time back at the bus. If only Marco were here...maybe he'd have been able to talk us out of this situation.