Jean:

I knew something was wrong the moment he started pulling out of Eren's driveway. There was a shiver that twisted its way up my body but I wrote it off as exhaustion because, after all, it was 2 in the fucking morning. Eren and I had been "studying" biology for the past few hours at his house, and when I say studying I mean we would pull out flashcards for five minutes and then decide they made better ninja throwing stars. It had been a normal night except for the fact that when I finally decided to leave it felt like we were saying goodbye for the last time.

I had kissed Eren longer than usual so he joked about how we'd see each other in 6 hours at school. I had also remembered to bring back his beloved key necklace which he'd told me to hold while he played soccer in gym over 2 months ago. On top of all of that, as I was pulling away Eren had come out of the house to wave goodbye and blow me a kiss. Something definitely wasn't right.

I put in my Mowgli's CD to drown my worries out and because, no matter what Eren says, they're an amazing band. I was about halfway to my house when I felt overcome with drowsiness and the shivering came back. I blinked hoping this weird shit would magically go away, but lo and behold when I closed my eyes I saw an image of a weird looking girl (?) with messy hair piled in a pony-tail and goggle like glasses. Again I wrote it off as being tired from studying, but even that wouldn't explain why when I blinked I saw the person sitting beside me.

I would like to point out that I did not scream like a girl but let out a very manly howl. I rubbed my temple willing this craziness to wait for like 5 minutes when he would get home. Looking back over to the seat next to me I notice there's no messy haired person sitting there.

Unfortunately I fail to notice the red light I'm blowing through. Apparently the truck driver fails to notice too.

The messy-haired person shows once again, but this time clearer. This time she beckons me. Then darkness.

Eren:

My already shortened sleep schedule was interrupted at 6 in the fucking morning by The Arctic Monkeys wanting me to snap out of it. Seriously what asshole calls at 6:13 on a Thursday morning an hour before my alarm clock goes off. I huff in anger before jamming my thumb on my phone to accept the unknown number's call.

"What?" I snap into the phone. This is obviously another one of Jean's annoying pranks but I don't understand why he couldn't wait to call at a decent time and I definitely don't understand why he'd wake up at 6 a.m. just to try and trick me.

"Is a Mister Jeager there?" A professional voice booms through my speakers "This is Nile Dawk from the Shinganshina Times."

I snort. A newspaper seriously, Jean? You wake me up for this? "Yeah, I'm here what do you want?"

His voice becomes a bit taken aback, "Well you're Jean Kirstein's boyfriend, correct?"

He woke me up at 6 for this shitty prank? Hell no. I decide to play back because fuck him for messing with my beauty sleep. "Who?" I say as innocently as I can manage. The silence on the phone let's me know I caught him off guard so I continue, "Yeah, sadly I am. Why? Did you want to know about hit weird collection of beany babies? Or maybe why he has a weird ass undercut?"

"Uh, I was actually hoping to get a quote from you." I sigh trying to think of a quote to shut this asshole up so I an go back to sleep. "I'm very sorry for your loss Mr. Jeager."

Loss? What the hell? Thinking of a fast comeback I spit out, "My loss? Oh man what a relief, I thought this was about him being busted for weed or something. So what did Secretariat leave me in his will?"

The now baffled sounding Nile responds, "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just calling to get a quote from you so I can write a column on your boyfriend since he was in a crash last night."

This was going too far, "Jean, shut up this prank isn't funny anymore!" I angrily hang up only to have my phone ring not even 5 minutes later.

"I suppose you're wanting a quote too huh? Since my boyfriend died right?" I yell into the phone. I swear to god when I see his dumbass horseface I'm going to kill him.

"Actually yes. I'm Erwin Sm-" I didn't even give him a chance to finish because I was 100% done with Jean's shit.

p"Listen I know this is all a prank so you can tell Jean to call off whoever else he let in on this prank. I just woke up and this is fucking annoying."

"Oh, I see. Mr. Jeager was it? I suggest you turn on a local news channel. I'm very sorry for your loss." I hang up even more angry than the first time and turn on the T.V. At first it's only talking about the weather but then it shows a picture of Jean's car aflame and flipped over. The woman's talking about the accident but I can't pay attention. My stomach that was growling a few minutes ago is silenced and filled with melancholy.

****
Days bled together with his funeral just around the corner. My mother made cookies that we brought to Mr. and Mrs. Kirstein. His parents were a mess of hysterical crying which was heartbreaking to see. I'm not the best at comforting people so I had to awkwardly stand by and let Mrs. Kirstein hug whatever feeling was left in me.

"You made him so happy, Eren. I don't think he'd want anyone but you to read his eulogy." I nodded without really realizing what I'd agreed to. I felt like I was being held underwater. My breathing was uneven and I couldn't catch my breath. When mom had finally pried Mrs. Kirstein off of me, we left.

****
The funeral had a good turnout because everyone knew Jean. I couldn't focus on anything partially because I was trying to still be in denial, but it was a little hard when his body was right in front of me. Armin and Mikasa sat beside me lacing their hands with mine in some attempt to calm me down.

The service started while my mind continued to wander. Every time I thought of the last time we were together I can't help but reminding myself that it was the last time I'd ever be able to kiss him, or talk to him. He was gone and that wasn't okay. I wanted, no needed, to blame someone. This had to be someone's fault. Someone fucking took him from me and like hell I wasn't going to let them get away without making them pay. Someone took away the light in his stupid fucking beautiful eyes and I couldn't stand it.

Mikasa nudged me from my inner turmoil and pointed towards the front. Everyone's eyes were on me and I realized I missed my cue to start the eulogy.

I slowly trudged to the podium while pulling out the messily folded lined paper from my pocket. "Uhm, hello." My voice cracked and the feedback from microphone reverberated through the room. I cleared my throat and started again, "Uh, sorry. Anyways I've known Jean for 5 years and he's been a huge pain in the ass for all 5 of them." I really wanted to add a dick joke but I figured no one would really appreciate it, so I continued on with the 'he's in a better place' bullshit.

When I finally stepped down from the podium I saw Mr. and Mrs. Kirstein nodding at me solemnly.

People tried to come up to me and give me condolences, but I usually replied with a 'yeah' or 'thanks.' I just wanted to go home and curl up in my bed and not move for a week.

And that's exactly what I did.