Eren's POV (all conversations actually happen in german but for the sake of everyone I'll just write them in english)
„What a grumpy cat", I muttered when the raven haired weirdo, seeming like he literally ran away from us, left the plane in a hurry.
Mikasa, my adopted sister, and me got up as soon as the crowd of people started to clear up and rejoined our friends in the front. I immediately earned a hard punch in my side, making me groan.
„Thats for throwing the snickers in my face, jerk" Jean, a tall blonde guy with a face like a horse, said and I wanted to punch back but Armin, a boy with a blond bowl cut and also my best friend, held me back.
„Stop fighting, both of you!" he said sternly and threw his bag over his shoulder.
Jean and I are sworn enemies ever since we met for the first time. Despite the hatred we felt for each other, I have to admit that I respect him and he does the same.
„Who was that grumpy midget next to you two?" A boy with what looked like no hair joined us, followed by a girl with a brown ponytail eating some crisps. Connie and Sasha.
„Oh don't get me started on that idiot", Mikasa rolled her eyes. „He kept insulting us and calling us names. Seems like he has to make up to his lack of size with his enormous ego. He's so full of himself, bah, I hate people like him."
„Oh come on, Mikasa, he probably just had a bad day. We all do sometimes. No need to give him so much shit," I sighed.
„Once again, why the heck to you protect him? He was such a dick and you just let that slide?"
„Lol, maybe gay lil' Eren thought he was sexy", Jean giggled in front of me and earned a knee up his ass.
„Just because your boyfriend had to go ahead one day earlier than us doesn't mean that you can make fun of us by labeling us as gay just to hide that you are the gayest motherfucker here", I shot back with a cheeky grin.
„Hey, Marco is NOT my boyfriend okay?!" Jean tried to defend himself but I cut him off.
„Whatever you say, sweetheart", I blew him a kiss and winked sexily as I shoved him out of the way to go down the stairs that let out of the plane.
„Have a nice holiday", a stewardess bowed her head lightly as I passed her and I just nodded my head into her direction.
We were the last ones to leave the plane and enter the bus that would drive us across the field to the airport building. My friends and I kept joking about random crap the whole time, went through the security and made our way to the baggage claim.
„Oh look, my bag is already there!" I exclaimed and ran up to the belt where my big black bag with a green tag was slowly moving along the other passengers waiting for their luggage.
As I grabbed it I saw the grumpy midget (that's what me and my friends called him) out of the corner of my eye, staring at the suitcases passing by him. I glanced over at him just to see him slowly turn his head into my direction so I just took my bag off the belt and made my way back to my friends. It was heavier than I remembered but well, I carried a lot of stuff in there.
„Is that the midget?" Jean asked, seeing me staring at the raven-haired man.
„Ehh yeah…" I mumbled and bit my lip.
Jean was right with what he said earlier. I really did think that guy was sexy and his mysterious bad boy behavior only made him appear sexier. I wasn't out of the closet yet, the only one who knew I was gay was Armin and he only knew because he came out to me as bisexual first. I just shrugged it off back then and told him he didn't need to worry since I was gay myself. And that was it. We never talked about it again, mostly because my sister barely left my side and I didn't want her to know just yet but also because it would probably be just awkward as shit. But sometimes, when I was checking out a dude in the streets, Armin would throw me a knowing look and I would blush in response.
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As soon as we got out into the arrivals hall, we were greeted by Annie and Marco. The two of them took a flight to Tampa one day earlier to get our bungalow ready that we were going to live in for the next few weeks. Me and my friends took a gap year as soon as we finished school and we were on a ‚Work and Travel' trip all across the United States now. It was October by now and we had already been to St. Louis and New York, so now we actually wanted to head for St. Petersburg but while searching for a place to live we fell in love with Tampa and there we were now. We gathered up some money to pay the rent for the rather big furnished bungalow (we were eight people after all) and Marco and Annie went ahead to get all the paperwork done. Nobody wanted to go so we had to draw sticks and those two lost, much to Jeans dislike.
„Hey you two, got everything done?" Jean asked and greeted Marco with a hug as if they hadn't seen each other for weeks.
„Well, the house looks like shit and needs a big clean up but apart from that: yes. We only have six rooms though, remember? So we have to decide who has to share a bed", Annie said and glanced over at Jean, who was still hugging the life out of his freckled companion.
„Those two sure as hell will share one", Connie giggled.
„I think we should decide that when we get there, alright? First of all we should figure out how to get there… Annie?" Armin raised an eyebrow and looked at the short blonde girl in front of him.
„We can take the bus, it should take around 30 minutes, the busstop is quite close to the house." Marco joined the conversation after he managed to free himself from Jeans embrace.
„Okay guys, got all your stuff?" I asked and looked around the circle of my friends.
„I got everything I need right here", Jean cooed and wrapped his arm around Marco's shoulders.
„You two are so gay", Connie shook his head laughing and we all left the airport to get the bus that would bring us to our new home.
„Home sweet home!" Marco smiled as he unlocked the door to the yellow bungalow. It was located in a quiet area, away from the big streets, with several other bungalows looking just like this one.
All of us leaned forward to catch the first glimpse of our new home when Marco pushed the door open. He and Annie waited outside while Armin, Mikasa, Connie, Sasha, Jean and me all wanted to push through the door at the same time.
„Come on guys, one by one!" I hissed through my gritted teeth, getting squeezed between Jeans shoulder and the doorframe.
„Sure as hell not after you", Jean grunted and gave himself a heavy push, falling face first onto the wooden floor. „Hah, FIRST!"
„Oh wow, congratulations", I muttered and stepped over him, ‚accidentally' kicking him in the side.
„MINE!" I heard Sasha yell from the right, standing protectively in front of a doorframe.
„Sasha, that's the kitchen", Connie laughed and also stepped over Jean who didn't even bother getting up, knowing he lost the fight.
„I know. And it's MINE!" Sasha shouted and bit into an apple. Where the hell did that apple come from?
After a short fight about who gets which room and who has to share one, we all ended up alone except for Sasha and Annie who were willing to share one since they were girls and didn't have a problem with that and Jean and Marco who we practically forced together against their will but sometimes love needs a little push to happen.
I entered my room, quite small but it will do, and threw my bag on the bed. After a short fight with the zipper I finally got it open and reached in to get my clothes out. What I pulled out sure as hell were a bunch of clothes. Yet they weren't mine.