Chapter 1
Chapter One: Where Are You?
"Armin, you did What!??" The irritated sigh on the other line made Eren even angrier than previous. "I got you the roommate you needed, except he has a little trouble with English, but of course that will probably be worked out in a couple of moths." Eren grumbled a few curses at the truck driver next to him.
"I swear to god billy-bob- whatever the fuck your name is if you decide to change lanes I will shit on your mothers grave." He yelled out his Ford Escape's window. The brunet gripped his steering wheel tightly and put his phone on speaker.
"Goodness Armin, I'm sorry about all the absolute idiots that like to drive down the highway," he may have yelled the last part at the SUV that was trying to pass him. "Eren," the blonde on the other line paused, trying to find words that wouldn't offend Eren. "Look, I'm sorry about not having you meet him first, but you need a roomate, and Jean seemed like a pretty good choice. Plus, you'll be back from you 'soulmate finding journey' in two days so you can meet him then." Eren drew a heavy intake of breath, thinking the situation over carefully. "Ok fine I'll give it a chance." He glanced over to see that that fucking truck driver changed lanes! "Armin I've gotta go, some idiot did a thing."
"Bye Eren, and remember, driving is not a rac—" He hung up before the blue eyed boy on the other line could finish. "If I say it's a race, it's a fucking race." He muttered, changing lanes and trying to pass a minivan. He rolled down the window preparing to yell. "MEET ME IN THE PIT BRENDA!"
Now, moving onto the topic of why the hell is Eren driving down the highway, well I'm sorry to say that there is no simple answer to that question, as the story behind it is long. But I'm 80% sure that you have time to listen, so here goes. You see, Eren lives in a world where soulmates are most definitely a thing that exists. And going off that topic there is one way to find your soulmate. Every living human on the planet is born with their left eye being the same color as their soulmate's eyes. Somehow the soulmates are destined to meet before they turn 22, this happens because when you turn 22 both eyes change back to their natural color.
So far, this probably isn't answering the question yet, so let me explain Eren's situation. When Eren turned 21, he hadn't found a single person with their left eye matching his right, so he took matters into his own hands. Eren decided to drop everything and during spring break he made plans to go on a road trip across America in a desperate last attempt to find his soulmate.
Along the way he'd met some nice people, some not so nice people *cough cough Levi cough* but none had a left eye that matched his right. He'd basically studied his own left eye, a soft honey gold that shimmered in the sun. The color contrasted nicely with his own blue-ish teal right eye.
Now for a quick recap, Armin just informed Eren that his old roommate, Annie had just finished moving out to go live with her two boyfriends, Reiner and bertoldt. He also informed Eren that he'd gotten his French friend Jean to take her place. There, I think that should answer the questions that needed to be answered.
Eren ran his hands through his hair in a gesture of worry. He had less than a year until his eyes were to return to normal, erasing any chance he had of finding his soulmate. The brunette picked himself up onto the hood of his truck, choosing to sit crisscross applesauce. His car was currently parked by the docks in Rhode Island. He was on the final stretch of his journey, heading back up to Boston once spring break wrapped up.
Eren let out a heavy sigh, not realizing that he'd been holding his breath. He lay back, looking up at the swirl of stars gathering in the night sky. Cars whizzed by on the stretch of road a few yards behind him. He recognized one or two constellations. Armin had tried to teach him when they were kids but of course, Eren had no interest in those weird lights in the sky. Annie also had a constellation poster in her room, Bert got it for her three days after they met, he was weird like that.
Eren recalled when he met Annie at one of mikasa's study parties. He'd instantly become very curious about her left eye that was split into two colors. He had been 19 at the time.
Right, he though. Annie no longer lived with him. Now he lived with... Jack? Jason? He'd already forgotten. He tucked his cold hands in his warm hoodie pockets, shielding them from the chill, Rhode Island air. He closed his multicolored orbs, clearing thought from his head. He let his aggressive nature retreat back into himself like waves retreating back into the ocean. The brunet dozed into a peaceful rest as those elegant waves crashed against the empty docks.
When the sun dawned over the horizon, casting colors deep into the ocean. Eren decided that he should probably start driving. He was mere hours away from his home. The home he now shared with a stranger, oh well. His joints ached from lying out in the cold, he could practically hear Armin nagging him about it.
Before he knew it, Eren was back driving down the highway, singing along to the Les Misérables soundtrack. As he hummed to the end of I Dreamed A Dream, his car rolled into the familiar parking garage.
He stepped out onto the sidewalk pulling two suitcases in tow. The sounds of the city filled his ears. The winding streets of Boston, Massachusetts eventually led him to his apartment building. The brunette took his keys from his pocket, waving to the little old lady who lived across from him in the complex.
Dragging his luggage up the six flights of stairs hadn't been as horrible as he'd imagined. He spent a considerable amount of time at the gym, mostly because Reiner had pressured him into joining and the brunet really didn't want to pick a fight with a literal beefcake.
He fished his keys out of his pocket, liking the familiar weight they put in his palms. Eren slowly stepped inside the apartment, bringing his luggage in behind him.
The whole apartment smelled like fresh baked cookies. His mom would always bake him cookies every Friday. She always said it was a reward for surviving the week, but as he grew older he realized that it was compensation for the illness that would soon lead to her death.
But why would my apartment smell like cookies? The brunet dropped his luggage. He raced into the kitchen, heart racing with the fear of a home invasion.
When he arrived in the kitchen, what he found was definitely not a robber, or anything threatening in the slightest. What he found was about four batches of cookies and a honey eyed man in a pink apron.
"What the hell?" The brunet questioned aloud. The other man jumped and turned to face Eren, obviously not having seen him enter the kitchen. "Ah bonjour, vous avez appelé Eren, Jem’appelle Jean. Uh, nice to meet you. The man said with a heavy French accent.
So this is the new roomate Armin was talking about, good luck then.