Chapter 3: I Got That Off-Black Cadillac

"Are you asking for a death wish, Kirschtein?" Annie exclaims eerily, pulling Jean's ear. "You are cleaning that up with your mouth until your tongue falls off, you hear me?" She then lets go of Jean's ear and proceeds to saunter to the small gasoline station store.

Even Mikasa was scared. Annie is not a force to be reckoned.

"Poor Marco, waiting for us in Vegas. Poor boy is probably all alone. I should call him," Armin muses.

"Hey Armin! Are you guys almost here?" Marco gleefully asks over the phone.

"No. Jean splattered pie on Annie's car, so we stopped at a gasoline here at Barstow. I'm pretty sure she just told him to lick the pie off her car to clean it."

"Well, that's too bad. I'll be here, waiting for you guys."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Nah, it's okay, more gambling for me."

"Marco, aren't you only ninetee-" Marco had hung up on Armin.

~An hour before~

Eren was sitting in Annie's car, his hands folded over his lap politely. Sasha stared at him and said, "You know, you don't have to be really immobile in Annie's car." To which Eren replied, "I know, I just don't want to cause any damage."

Annie, who was driving, grinned and stated, "Good. Now about those crumbs, Sasha Braus."

The menacing tone of Annie's voice quickly ran through Sasha's nerves, causing her to swiftly pick up a broom and start sweeping her crumbs off the floor. Ymir and Krista smiled at this, half-pitying Sasha and half-not caring because they were in each other's arms, hugging and cuddling. Their drooped eyes and sleepy expressions were suddenly awakened, however, due to a loud ringtone.

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like—Eren blushed at his ringtone and clicked the answer button immediately, "Hi dad,"

"I saw your status on Facebook saying that you were going to Vegas and planning on getting 'turnt up'. Now I do not know what 'turnt up' means, but I hope you have fun. And remember, it's always okay to get curious and want to experiment; know that your parents love you and accept you for who you are. Love you, bye."

That conversation with his father confounded Eren. What did he mean by, "love you and accept you"? Did something happen that Eren does not remember? His father also sounded like he just saw something scandalous; was his father's voice wavering? Eh, he'll just talk to Mikasa about it later.

Meanwhile, at the front passenger seat, Mikasa chuckles softly as she looks through her messages with her adopted father, the most recent one being the picture of Jean on top of Eren, bottomless.

Feeling more relaxed, Eren unfolds his hands and instead, folds them on the back of his head. He stares up at the car's ceiling and notices a sunroof. Curiosity got a hold of him, so he decided to open it. He then raises himself and sticks his head out of the sunroof. The car was moving at a moderate speed, but he could feel the wind on his face. He felt exhilarated and started yelling at the top of his lungs, talking about how he was the "king of the world". He then hears a faint, "Shut up" from none other than Jean. Thus commenced the yelling war.

"No you shut up!"

~A half an hour later~

"They've been going at it for a half an hour. How are their vocal cords still intact?" Krista complained, irritated. She relaxed back into Ymir's body when the latter pulled her in and started braiding her blonde locks.

The girls in the car were getting antsy. Sasha had no food left in her food suitcase, and her phone died since she kept texting Connie. Mikasa's legs started cramping; she uncharacteristically pleaded Annie to let her place her legs on the dashboard, but Annie would not let that happen. Krista, while relaxed, was getting carsick; the movement of the car reminded her too much of that time where she went boating with her parents during a storm. Ymir, although comfortable with Krista next to her, was worried sick about Krista. Annie was simply tired of driving. So, they pulled in to a gas station at Barstow, and so did Bertholt and the rest of the clan. Apparently, Armin got carsick and needed a bathroom fast.

In the mini store of the gasoline station, Sasha began hoarding various food from beef jerky to boiled eggs. It was a good thing that Connie had just gotten a huge allowance from his parents yesterday since Sasha's excessive grocery shopping amounted to about seventy dollars.

The pies in the mini store looked absolutely delightful. The smell was heavenly; it was the perfect juxtaposition of apple and cinnamon. The crust looked delicious; it was bound to melt in one's mouth. However, there was only one pie left. And two hands from different people had just grabbed hold of the last pie. One hand was tan and belonged to Eren, while the other was paler and belonged to Jean.

Eren and Jean always seem to be fighting; it has been that way ever since middle school. The subject of their fights were usually trivial, which is the reason why they've stayed friends for so long; they actually have never had a major fight that ends friendships. Eren and Jean fight because of stupid things, like the last pie, for instance. And fight they did. A small tug-of-war happened, and instead of a rope, it was a pie between the two. A delicate pie, with a diameter of about nine inches and has the capability of being thrown like a Frisbee due to its circular shape, was in between Eren and Jean's hands.

It wasn't long until the pie flew off their hands, broke through the thin glass window of the store, and splattered onto Annie's Escalade. Maybe the pie wasn't as soft as they thought.

Annie stepped out of her car and looked for the perpetrator. She could only see Jean's face through the window, for Eren was covered by an aisle of potato chips. She then glowered and walked right to Jean, and although Jean was seven inches taller than her, he was about to piss his tight pants.

"Are you asking for a death wish, Kirschtein?" Annie exclaims eerily, pulling Jean's ear and pulling him outside of the store. "You are cleaning that up with your mouth until your tongue falls off, you hear me?" She then lets go of Jean's ear and proceeds to saunter to the small gasoline station store.

Although his ear is in pain, Jean can hear Eren's nasal voice inside the store. "Annie! Jean wasn't the only one who did it; I did it too!"

"Wait Annie! It wasn't Eren; it was Sasha. She commenced a loud fart, breaking the sound barrie—"

"I don't have time for your crap, Mikasa. Eren, you better get outside and start licking."

Eren runs outside of the store and is greeted by a warm hug from none other than Jean. "Thanks Eren." They stayed in that position for a while, until they both felt a glare from Annie burning their skin like lasers.

Having to clean Annie's car wasn't really a big of a deal since Sasha ran outside and licked the pie off of the car in five seconds. Sasha was Sasha and pie was pie, so she didn't really mind. However, Eren knows that Mikasa had spurred her into doing it in order to let Eren keep his dignity. He really needs to thank Mikasa for everything that she's done for him.

It was about 2:00 PM when everyone started heading out the road again. Reiner had gotten extremely drunk and was currently singing "22" by Taylor Swift. This elicited giggles from the rest of the boys. Of course, Reiner is still a level-headed person even when drunk, so he reasoned his Taylor Swift singing by stating that his birthday is coming up soon and that he is going to turn twenty-two. This elicited even more giggles; feeling tremendously embarrassed, he started getting rather defensive about his singing.

"I will end you!" Reiner screeches.

Bertholt allayed him and sent him to sleep, shushing him and telling him that, "You are the best singer ever. Taylor Swift would be jealous of your voice." He then looked at the group through the rear-view mirror, and told them, "Hey, Taylor Swift is his guilty pleasure, okay? I mean I don't laugh when I know that Armin still sleeps with the panda bear Annie got him from the fair or that Connie likes to take 'Which Gossip Girl Character Are You?' quizzes on Facebook. Or that Jean—"

"Okay! Sorry! I'm sorry!"

Bertholt huffed. Usually, he's lacking in self-confidence and leadership skills to reprimand those boys into attempting to do what is right; however, when it comes to protecting Reiner, he will do anything.

A/N: Omg I don't know. I'm just like so motivated right now (I should be motivated into doing my homework but HOMEWORK? HAH WHAT HOMEWORK?) and EreJean is love EreJean is life.