Chapter Text
Eren POV
‘I dare you to enter a gay club.’
These words kept repeating in my head with the annoying voice of Jean. I mean, what the fuck was he thinking? Me, a gay club? It’s not like I hate gay people; it’s just that gay bars were never really interesting to me.
My head still rings from last night; I drank too much. The ‘truth or dare’ game is simply childish to begin with, so why did we even do it? I groan in annoyance as I look for something in the fridge that can refresh me. I hear miscellaneous sounds of rummaging, it’s probably just Armin packing up for his class.
‘Hey, what time did you get back?’ he asks uninterestedly. He only owns two pairs of shirts, and today he’s wearing the faded green shirt with a random face on it.
‘I don’t know, probably around 3, but it’s not like you care,’ I reply, yawning for my creaky bed.
‘I’ve got class, so I’ve got to get going,’
I still hear his backpack being packed up.
Then something hit me. I had a great idea. A brilliant one. A genius one.
‘Hey, do you want to go to a club today, like at night?’ I asked Armin with full persuasion. I just need someone else to go to the gay club with me, then it wouldn’t look so strange. Besides, Armin was the perfect fit; people often think he’s gay or just a ‘forever virgin’.
‘Uh, why?’ he asks me back with total confusion.
‘I just really think you need to get out more, I’m helping you out, you know,’ I swallow the pills to get myself ready. I didn’t mention the ‘gay’ part for a reason. I would just apologise after for ‘getting lost at the wrong club’. I’d like to think he wouldn’t mind, as he was in a hurry.
‘Okay, I guess? I have to go now,’ he rushes out the door.
I grin a little as I feel like a small assurance in myself.
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Ping
I check my phone. It’s fucking Jean and a location of a gay club sent from iMessage. Then he types,
U r a man of ur own words, right, Eren?
I can see his grin on his face as he typed that down. That fucker, I click on the location just to be sure of where I’m headed tonight. It was extravagant and huge. I started to worry about the prices of the drinks, rather than the fact that I was going there tonight.
Ping
I’m hoping it isn’t Jean. It wasn’t. It was Armin.
I just finished my last class, so are we going?
I reacted to his message with a thumbs-up emoji and grabbed my jacket to head out.
notes: this is the first chapter, and it is short. more work will be here soon!