Underwater Attack on Titan Short Stories (Requests Open)

Starstruck (JeanEren)

I'm skipping class so I thought I would be productive

Jean Kirstein was a dick. Or at least, that's what I seen him as. He used to be like so many, a doe eyed kid with big dreams of singing his heart out in front of millions of adoring fans that would lift him up over everyone else, selling millions of copies of his albums and getting a platinum record. Everyone told him that he wouldn't get anywhere, that he was just in a childish state of mind.

And maybe he was, but now he was exactly where he had wanted to be. I swore up and down that I hated his music simply because I hated him. Everyone here at home in our small town, they adored him because he was making a name for us, funny how they support him when he gets famous isn't it?

Jean and I, we were like best friends although we would never admit it to anyone listening. We fought all of the time, we could never get along, but honestly it was never serious. We were always just playfully arguing like an old married couple.

I still remembered the day I realized that I had fallen in love with the fucker, I was sixteen years old and he had just told me that a record label signed him. Him leaving, that was the first time I had cried in seven years. We were supposed to explore the world together, I was supposed to make him fall in love with me one day, we were supposed to get mediocre jobs with a mediocre house and an extraordinary relationship that everyone would be jealous of.

He had tried calling me once he got settled, but I was too immature to answer. I blocked his number not long after, and when I finally came to my senses he had changed his number and I had to awkwardly conversate with an older lady who wanted to know how her grandson was. I had to pretend that I knew him and told her that he did in fact get taller, but she was nice.

I kicked myself everyday for letting him get away, and his music, if its ever a love song, I tend to get really depressed about it because I know its about someone, but its not me. I never got the chance to tell him how I felt, never got the chance to make him mine.

When the door to my apartment opened, I seen my good friend Armin with a big smile on his face as usual.

"Hey, Eren. Guess what I got!" He said and I raised an eyebrow. "I got tickets to Jean's concert that he's having in the city next weekend! And they're VIP!" he said, excitement clear on his face.

"That's cool." I said quietly.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to go with me, but I know you don't like him so I can ask-" I cut him off.

"No! I mean, I'll go. I think it will at least be bearable." I smiled and he raised an eyebrow at me this time. I almost slipped up there. I spent hours fretting over what I was going to wear all afternoon the day of the concert. I knew he wouldn't even see me, I knew how concerts with big shots go, and even if he did he wouldn't want to talk to me. So I settled with some skinny jeans and a nice shirt, one that Jean had given me. Did I mean to put it on? No.

So when we got to the venue, I was feeling kind of self conscious about wearing it. I took a deep breath and followed Armin inside, where we were taken to our seats which were right by the stage. I just had to refrain from singing to every one of his songs, I couldn't give myself away like that. We sat there for a good thirty minutes, waiting on the show to begin and listening to some opening acts for a little bit.

I was nervous to see him again in person. Yeah, I had seen him in videos and on television and he most likely wouldn't even notice me but this was different. I was different, he was different. When he came on stage, my heart skipped a beat. He had grown so much, but he was still that little wondrous filled boy looking to take on the world he was when I met him.

He started singing one of his songs, and I was just stuck on watching him. I couldn't move, couldn't blink, couldn't breathe, all functioning had stopped. I didn't snap out of it until the song ended, and he smiled at the crowd. Cheers erupted everywhere, girls nearly crying and trying to get a touch on him or even a glance.

"Okay, okay, quiet down for a moment please." Jean said with his deep, smooth voice. Everyone calmed down after a few moments, and he took a breath. "Alright so you know how at every concert I do a thing where I get one lucky fan to come sit up here for a song?" Cheers erupted once more. "Okay well, we're going to do that a little differently today."

"Armin, what did he say?" I asked, since it was hard to understand with people going wild once more.

"Something about doing something different." Armin said curtly, a smile showing slightly before turning all the way around. I furrowed my brows.

"Okay, so I have a name. You guys ready?" Everyone cheered and yelled. "The name is, Eren Jaeger." He said, and I froze. Did he know who I was anymore? Did he know I was here? How could he? Armin started shoving me towards the stage, and I narrowed my eyes at him. I would get that little coconut back for this. I was finally ushered to the stage, and he looked at me.

I really wanted to keep my face hard, I really wanted to pretend that I didn't miss him, and that I wasn't wanting to just cry until my eyes were too dry to do anything. Eventually though, my resolve was washed away and I felt my eyes water before I ran over to him and threw my arms around his neck. I felt him wrap his strong arms around my waist and bury his face in my shoulder. It was the best feeling ever.

"I've missed you, so much." Jean said, and I couldn't keep the tears away any longer. "And don't you ever block me again." He told me and I chuckled a bit through the tears. He reluctantly pulled away to wipe my tears away.

"Jean, I never told you this but I want to now." He smiled and nodded. "I'm in love with you. Have been for a long time now."

"You're such an asshole, you do know that, don't you?" He asked me and I smiled, nodding. He always said that to me as a joke when we were younger. "But I've been in love with you since I was twelve years old." My eyes widened and I felt myself tear up again.

Damn this boy.

Word count: 1211

This is a little longer than normal and I'm sorry but do you know how hard it is to write with one hand bc your cat wants attention at that moment and its so rare so you gotta pet? She's so crazy.