(Build me up buttercup, word one)
Seven: Why
Eren was sprawled across Jean's bed completely naked, just waking up from a wild night before. He was sleeping here more rather than in his dorm now 14 months into their "official" relationship.
Jean was in his first year of law-school and currently in the process of throwing some clothes together for a trip to see his mother for the weekend. She lived a few hours away and Jean liked to visit every few months and on holidays. One pair of pants completely missed the bag and landed on Eren's face.
Eren sat up and folded them, placing them into the duffle.
"I don't mind if you stay here over the weekend," said Jean, "But I swear, if you throw some wild and crazy party, I will know, and you will pay." Jean continued to pack, but when he turned around and saw Eren's sullen face, he immediately stopped, "Eren, what's wrong?"
Eren looked up, his amazing green-blue eyes flashing sorrow towards Jean. He was sitting on the bed, crossed legged now with his chin resting on his palm.
"It's just… why don't you ever introduce me to your mom? We've been together for a while now, but I still haven't met her."
"Eren-"
"It can't be because she wouldn't accept us because you were with someone before in high school, right, that Marco kid you once mentioned? So what's the big secret? You've met my mom, so why can't I meet yours?"
Jean stopped.
"Eren," said Jean drawn out. He sat down on the bed, and put an arm around Eren, "Don't ever think that it's about you. I love you Eren and I do want my mom to meet you eventually. It's just… well did I ever really tell you about Marco?"
"Not entirely. I just know you used to be together."
"Yeah, well, Marco was my first boyfriend and we dated for two years in high school but… during my senior year, he was killed by a drunk driver. Part of me seeing my mom involves visiting his grave. My mom won't travel so I can't bring her to you but I would also feel somehow guilty if I brought my current boyfriend to Marco's… well, you know."
Eren sighed, and leaned his head against Jean's chest.
"I understand then," said Eren.
Jean lightly ran his fingers through Eren's hair and kissed his forehead. They sat like that for a while, just in contemplative peace.
"You know what," said Jean sitting up, "I think you're more important to me. I want you to come with me."
