Here's my poor attempt to write an Eren/Jean fic. So please excuse my awful writing and misconception of plots.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

disclaimer: I do not own SNK nor any of their characters.

So,first things first.

My name is Jean Kirstein. I'm 20 years old and I'm a musician, currently studying at Trost University.

I live in the dorms with my best friend Marco and have been since our first year of college. He's an artist and a bookworm, but we got lucky enough to get to live together after knowing each other since elementary school.

Now, here's what's really important, and how all of this craziness started. I have a band. Or well, I'm in a band. We formed it together, but it really kinda was my idea.

We've called ourselves The Recon Corps, and it's mostly pop punk covers so far, but we are working on our own material. Which basically means that I'm writing lyrics and then we yell at each other as we try to come up with a melody to those lyrics. Now, that doesn't' seem like much, but with our different personalities, trust me, it is a BIG challenge.

We're three official performers, but basically there are five members. There's Ymir, our awesome but absolutely wild drummer; our quiet but killer bassist Bertholdt, and yours truly as lead singer and guitarist. Now, I said we were five, and that's because we have our official groupies and absolutely invested supporters: Sasha (my childhood friend) and Marco (part-time manager and lifesaver on the side).

Now, it is also important to know that our band is not only a side project form a group of clueless music students, it is a project that has helped us though college. All of us being musicians, with the obvious exception of Sasha and Marco, being in a band has proven to be a big benefit. It proves our engagement, it helps us improve with our constant rehearsals, and lastly, it shows us the hard reality of the business.

Nevertheless, it's thanks to this "side project" that most of our grades have gone up, to the point where Ymir got financial help with which she payed for her studies and managed to stay in college. All in all, it's kind of a big deal okay?

But, back to what I was saying. This is how all of this spiraled down: with one simple phone call.

I was staring at the ceiling in my bedroom, pencil stuck between my nose and my lips as I thought of lyrics for a new song, when the my phone rang.

It was Ymir, the evil drummer, soliciting an urgent meet up for the whole band. She wanted us all to go over hers and Krista's place to talk about something apparently important. But I'm traducing here, cus all I got was a "get your horsy ass back to my place in an hour. I call an emergency meet".

But that's how she is and trust me, you get used to it. We used to clash a lot, what with our exploding personalities and anger issues. We were lucky enough to have our own type of "morphine" which for me translated in the form of either Sash or Marco. For her, it was definitely Krista. If you looked at Ymir's eyes while she's staring at her girlfriend, I swear to god her googly eyes and rosy cheeks will make you believe in miracles man. It's that powerful.

Either way, I sighed and rolled out of bed. Ymir didn't even let me say anything in response, just ending the call after having made her statement. So, being deprived of any kind of choice, I got out of bed and headed to the shower.

Once it was over, I put some clothes on and got to our very own and tiny excuse of a kitchen. Marco was sitting in the living room, head stuck in some book about something.

"Yo, I'm going to Ymir's. Emergency meeting. You coming?"

Now, here's what you guys need to know. Marco was not a part of the band. He wasn't in it, technically speaking, but he was the most level headed one in our circle and hence, he sorta became a strange kind of manager or just a very underestimated babysitter for our crappy little band. Marco helped us making decisions, managing our cash, booking our gigs and all that sort of things.

In other words, he was our saviour, our own freckled Jesus.

"Uhh, sure. Is there something wrong?"

"I have no idea dude. It's Ymir. Maybe she just wants to bark at us for a while or something."

Marco shrugged and lift himself, searching for his favorite hoodie that no one was allowed to touch.

Sentimental values or some shit, I don't know. I don't even know where he even got it from. It looks too tight on him and it's kind of weird. But hey, he can do whatever he wants.

So we grabbed our keys and headed to the meeting that would change my life.

"This is not working" was Ymir's choice of words.

"Are you breaking up with us?" I said to her, my bottom lip quivering as I tried my hardest to pull some kind of puppy eye look.

"Don't do that Kirstein, you look like you're actually human. It's scary."

I flipped her off while the rest of the gang laughed.

Sasha had somehow ended up joining us in our meeting, since she was our number one (and maybe only) fan.

Ymir looked at Bert after having stated her mind, as if asking what were his thoughts.

Bert furrowed his brow and started to sweat. He was starting to get nervous, which probably meant that he was conflicted.

"What exactly do you mean with that Ymir?" He asked.

"I don't know. I feel like we're missing something. I mean, we're good, but I still feel like there's something else that could be done."

"Okay. Do you want to take on new songs or something?"

That was Marco. God, we needed him so much.

"I don't know. I mean I would love to, but I feel like horse-face here can't take too much playing without it somehow messing his singing."

"HEY! I do what I can! I would love to see you try!"

"Okay, okay, let's all calm down."

Marco said as he pushed his way between us and made us sit as far away from each other as possible.

"Ymir, why don't you come up with a list of songs that you would like, and then you guys could rehearse them and see how it goes. That way you get some change and Jean gets some time to practice."

"That sounds fair" Krista had spoken for the first time since our arrival. She was a tiny blonde girl, absolutely stunning, with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. She was like an angel. I would have loved for her to be with Marco, they would break the earth with their joined holiness.

If not, I would love for her to be my girlfriend, but it seems that just as Marco, she swung for the other team. And had somehow ended up in the hands of Ymir, which is still a complete mystery to me.

"Yeah, okay. Sounds fair enough." she answered finally.

"Do you have any other ideas if not?"

"What about a second guitarist?"

We all stared at Sasha as the room fell silent. After a couple of seconds, everyone turned their eyes to me.

Of course, they were expecting some kind of outburst, but I actually thought it was a brilliant idea.

"That's brilliant!" was all I said, surprising everyone around.

Sasha smiled smugly, knowing perfectly well that I wouldn't be bothered by her suggestion. Sash knew me too well. We had always been close, since we had been neighbors throughout our entire childhood and early adolescence, which explained why we were so comfortable around each other.

People often confused us as lovers, which was a definite no no since Sash was like a sister to me. But that didn't stop the jealous looks from other guys. I mean, Sasha was gorgeous. She has long legs and this brown-reddish hair that really brings out her eyes. She also smiles all the time and well she's just really hot I guess. What I love about her though was her personality. Damn that girl could pull awesome jokes. She laughs all the time and she puts up with my horrible attitudes. All in all, Sash is great.

But let's go back to where we were.

Bert and Ymir exchanged glances, not entirely sure if what I just said was some kind of trap.

"Really? You'd okay with that frenchie boy?"

"I mean, sure. If it means I can concentrate more on singing and get less shit about my crappy job as a lead man, then sure."

"What do you think Bert?"

"I mean, it could be a nice change. If you're both okay with it, then I'm okay with it"

"You should still make your list Ymir, while we start looking for a new guitarist."

"Yeah" Sasha scoffed. "Good luck with that. Finding someone who's able to put up with you guys is not going to be that easy."

Sasha made a horribly good point. We were awful. I mean Ymir and I were. And we both knew it. Bert was lovely, Sasha was awesome and Marco was adorable. The only douche bags here were us two.

"Well, we'll have to put our best attitudes then" Ymir winked at me.

I cringed.

"Don't wink at me. It's weird. And gross"

"Fuck off two-tones. You know you loved it"

I cringed again and this time everyone laughed.

"Well, I guess we'll have some auditions then" Marco said ,ending our debacle and already thinking ahead, as the awesome manager that he was.

I don't even think any of us had thought that far yet, but here he was, already making plans and everything.

"You guys should send me texts telling me when you're free. Then we'll sort out the dates and all. Sounds good?"

We all nodded our reply before standing up and getting our things. For as much as we enjoyed hanging around, Krista and Ymir were making eyes at each other that were enough proof for us to get out of there as quick as possible.

So taking our shit, we all made our way out,

"How about we go grab something to eat?" Sasha proposed.

"That sounds good." Bert said.

"I'm okay with that. Though, would you mind if I call a buddy of mine? He's in town for just a few days and well, this is a perfect excuse to see him"

"That's fine" Both Bert and Sash answered.

"I huh, I actually have umm other plans?"

The three of us stared at the freckled boy, seeing him sweat and squirm under our gazes.

"What are you hiding from us Marco?"

"W-what? I'm not hiding anything. I- I'm just going to the movies"

"Uh huh And I told him about our guitarist issue and all, since well you know, i talk a lot with this person and well they always know what to say and-"

"Marco, you're ranting"

"Right! Sorry! So, I told him about it, and he said he might know someone who would be willing to try and audition"

"So it is a "he" then?" I said, completely over looking the point Marco was trying to make and smirking at him.

"JEEAAAN" he whined, covering his face in his hands.

"What?"

"Listen to what I'm saying!"

"Okay. So, this person knows someone who could be our new and potential guitarist?"

"Yes."

"That's good. When will he be coming?"

"I don't know. I still haven't planned for it. Why?"

"So that he can bring this mysterious person that's making you blush like a teenage girl"

Marco looked up at me, completely embarrassed and I was about to laugh when a pillow abruptly collided with my face.

"You're a dick"

I actually managed to laugh after that, grabbing the pillow that had just hit me, prepared to take my vengeance. Marco quickly caught up with my plans and ran towards his bedroom. I chased him through the small dorm we shared and bolted inside his room. I was instantly tackled and hit several times with multiple pillows. I defended myself from the surprise attack the best that I could, but Marco had the upper hand, knowing the placement on everything in the room that I couldn't see in the darkness. So, making a dramatic fall, I surrendered. Marco wouldn't stop giggling, but he did flick the lights on before settling next to me on his carpet.

"Are you gonna tell me about your friend?"

Marco scoffed a laugh and turned towards me.

"Fine. If you must know." He said, mocking my dramatic end just a few seconds earlier.

"His name is Armin. He's majoring in History and is in one of my classes because he refused to take a sport as an alternative class. So, he's kind of a mess, but he's so cute."

I looked at Marco as he talked. I hadn't seen that spark in his eyes for a while. This new kid had definitely made an impact.

"I swear to god Jean, if that boy weren't so cute, the teacher wound't be so patient with him. I mean, how could you say anything mean to those big blue eye?."

"Well, sounds like you got yourself a crush there."

Marco looked up at the ceiling in his room, smiling slightly. "I think it's more than that."

"What?"

"I think I'm love with him Jean"

"How long have you even known this guy?!"

That was a surprise to him apparently.

"For about four months?"

"FOUR MONTHS?! You've been hiding this from me for four months?!"

Freckles smiled at me, the guilt obvious on his features.

"I'm sorry?"

"No, fuck you man. I thought we trusted each other."

I pushed myself up, ready to leave the room. I wasn't angry really, just a little hurt. And I would much rather leave now than say something that I'd regret.

Still, Marco grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me back down.

"I do trust you, you idiot. I'm just scared."

"Scared?"

"Yeah. I don't think I've ever felt like this before. It's awful. A wonderful kind of awesome."

"You have it that bad huh?"

He blushed again, but he still nodded. I crashed next to Marco again, wondering why I hadn't met someone like that. Was I cursed to never feel love or something?

"Would you like to meet him?"

Marco's question interrupted my weird thoughts, and I gladly took the chance to get away from them.

"Yeah, sure. Just tell me when."

"Well, I am going to see him tomorrow, but only to grab a quick bite to eat. I think his best friend is coming too. Eren or something like that."

"Eren? What kind of name is that?"

Marco breathed a laugh "I don't know man, but I sure as hell ain't asking him. This guy needs to absolutely love me. He's like family to Armin."

"Really? Do you really want ME coming to that?"

Marco seemed to consider it for a moment and that hurt a bit too.

"You're actually thinking about it?!"

This time Marco busted out laughing. "I'm just playing with you. Man you should have seen your face!"

"You're a dick"

"Yeah, well, so are you"

I couldn't argue with that. I just lightly punched his arm as response.

After a few minutes passed in absolute silence, Marco glanced back at me.

"So, you are coming tomorrow? I could use some moral support."

"Sure. I'd like to meet mystery man. And also, how bad could this Eren kid be anyway?"

I hope that wasn't so bad. It was kind of a filler, but I needed to put the characters in place and stuff. Next chapter will be better, I promise.