Dear Diary

Dear Diary: Seventeen

Eren's Point of View: -otaku-trash-

The raven had explained something to me, however I didn't particularly listen to the words that fled his lips; my eyes landed upon the way his lips formed the words, and how his eyes trailed from my work to my face. It had happened quite a few times, though I didn't notice how many times I did it. 

His eyes seemed to flutter as I watched his hands touching my work, reading through my writing as he let an exasperated sigh escape his lips. I too sighed, making the situation seem far worse than it actually was. I wasn't particularly keen — nor great — at talking with people I hadn't grown accustomed to, though I wasn't really the one talking in this 'conversation'. 

"If you need any help, say so. I have nothing better to do, so give us a shout." He spoke, snapping me out of my daze as he tapped my shoulder and returned to his seat. I slowly closed my eyes, as if analyzing the moment — I took every situation much too seriously, but I enjoyed the moments that made a smile — specifically from my heart — arise to my lips as some memories were so heart warming, whilst others were so bitter it haunted me. 

There had been a time when Armin came over to me house; it had been some time around Christmas (either just before or just after, I couldn't remember the precise date) and he reluctantly knocked at my door, his breath forming a visible cloud in the air due to the coldness surrounding him. 

He held a carefully wrapped box in the palm of his hands, a gleaming smile dancing across his lips as he watched my eyes widen...as he watched a small pink kiss my tanned cheeks. His blonde bangs fell across his blue orbs and it had been one of the best moments; I felt my entire world slow down for a few seconds, and that's what this moment felt like.

I felt the male's eyes bore into my back as I nervously tapped my pencil against the paper, admiring the soft doodles that screamed as I brushed my finger against the smooth surface of the lines. I dropped my pencil, putting my hands on my forehead as I thought about what the teacher was trying to explain — it had been something about rocks? Heck, I doubt she even knew what she was explaining. 

I swiveled in my chair, my eyes locking with a pair of sharp orbs that were coated with silver and small hints of blue. His raven bangs fell at the side of his pale face, and I found myself staring for longer than I needed. He coughed, as if signalling for me to speak.

I nodded, my voice cracking ever-so-slightly as I spoke: "So...urm...could you maybe help...?" I asked, watching his expression as a small smirk — barely recognizable — flickered across his lips.

I raised my eyebrows, and waited for him to speak as I was left questioning what he would do next. Did I seem like an idiot? Well, I hadn't done much so perhaps I was slightly stupid. Then again, when would I ever need to know the formation of a river or the different types of rock? 

"Eren. Could you face the front, or I'll think you're not paying attention." The teacher raised her voice, tutting as I rolled my eyes and turned back around.

She continued to write something upon the board, the pen making an annoying squeak every-time it was pushed too hard against the white background. I heard someone stifle a laugh and, not much to my surprise, it had been Jean — he smirked when I folded my arms in a strop, soon sticking up my finger as the teacher wasn't paying much attention. 

"Hn. Suicidal bastard, how dare you do that to me?" Jean spat with disgust, emphasizing the word 'me'. 

"Fuck you, horse face." I growled, earning a small laugh from Armin as he passed me back a few of the answers. 

I thanked him, and I decided to turn back around to face my only hope of not failing. Sighing, I looked to the ground before speaking. 

"So...will you please help me?" I begged, smiling a little as I had already guessed he would help me — I mean, he said it before so I should have some hope of turning things around. Or trying to, anyway.