[ reader and jean forget to buy a christmas present for eren ]
“How the hell did we forget Eren?!”
Christmas was merely hours away, and families all over Sina were at home, watching holiday movies and consuming absurd amounts of hot chocolate. The day was supposed to be relaxing as children (and sometimes, even adults) awaited the arrival of the holiday.
Except, of course, you and jean.
It was 10:43 PM, and you were sprinting alongside your horse-faced comrade through the surprisingly busy mall, trying to find a store that was still open and offered items that your friend wouldn’t toss away without a second thought; and considering that you and Jean were selecting a gift for the ever-so-picky Eren Jaeger, that would be an issue.
So, because of this, you and jean were quite literally sprinting past stores upon stores, pushing past other shoppers (with you screaming apologies as you went on) and hurrying towards a pop-up shop where you could get Eren a Marvel action figure or something of the sort.
“I don't know!! I blame you, though!” you screamed, then screeched an apology at a cursing couple after Jean accidentally trampled them.
“It's not my fault that youuuu forgot a present for Eren!” Jean yelled back, squinting and he spotted a cart in the distance. “Hey, I think I see a shop!”
You yelled in frustration at your friend. “I'm right and you know it, idjit! Don’t you try to blame me for your failure!” you shrieked at him as he began to slow. The cart was much closer now and you could see the outlines of a few action figures, sitting in all their glory.
At last, you two skidded to a stop at the cart (of which, bewilderingly, had no line).
“Yes, hi, I'd like to buy this please,” Jean said hurriedly, grabbing a Captain America figure. You followed suit and snatched an Iron Man one, handing it to the cashier.
“And i'd like this one.”
“That'll be $160.98,” the employee drawled in a monotonous voice, briefly looking up at you.
Eyes now wide opened, you made a face of slight disgust, but also slight anger.
“What??” you screeched, grabbing Jean's arm and squeezing the living daylights out of it. “That's crazy! No wonder there's no line! I don't wanna spend $80 on a f—”
Jean, rolling his eyes, pulled his arm away and slapped that hand over your mouth, effectively silencing you, and then took his wallet from his pocket. With a short “tch”, he handed the cashier his credit card while trying to hide a small, fond smile. “You're silly, [name],” he said, then took the bag with their items from the cashier.
Quickly, he signed off on the receipt and grabbed your hand, quickly pulling you towards the exit of the mall so that the two of you could hop back into his car and rush to your house to wrap the presents for your stubborn friend.
“Did you honestly think i'd make you pay eighty bucks for that?” he asked exasperatedly as you both climbed into the front seats of his small Nissan.
Grinning, you rolled your eyes at your best friend and punched him jokingly on the arm.
Not even five minutes later, as you both enjoyed the comfortable silence whilst Jean drove you both to your home, Jean spoke up.
“No, but really, i'm gonna need you to pay me back.”