He didn’t check his phone until it was 8pm, and then Jean’s mind was still filled with everything about Luca and how goddamn perfect he was. He wished he could meet him already, and maybe there’d really soon be a date. Luca was already working so they’d have to find a gap in their every day schedule that fit Jean’s training, school and his crush’s work. Crush. That sounded better than being in love with his best friend. No, goddamnit, forget about him! Jean wanted to tell himself that Eren wasn’t worth it - that the world was full of hot nice gay guy who all wanted him and were just waiting for Jean Kirschstein to come out of the closet. But he knew what utter bullshit that was. Luca had been a true lucky pull and Jean would give his all to impress him, to get a date set - and, he ran both hands down his face and groaned, to forget Eren over that gorgeous guy, while they were chatting and Jean heard compliments, nice words that Eren wouldn’t ever say.
Because Eren Jäger wasn’t gay. Eren Jäger wasn’t gay. He was straight. He kissed hot girls on parties and was into tits and a nice ass (not that Jean hated his own ass but it was a male ass).
He shouldn’t have asked Eren. He should have just told him that he was dating Luca, and then spared him of all details. And that was exactly what Jean was going to do from now on.
He talked to Luca a bit more before flopping into bed and finally checking his phone again. Eren had messaged. Jean instinctively wanted to type a reply, but he took his time, forced himself to do so. Instead of texting him back immediately, he sent Reiner a short “alright I’m coming” and then went over to think what Eren should get from him. A few minutes later, he was done. The phone stayed muted on his nightstand while he fell asleep.
[ 8:34 pm ] yeah im coming. pick me up at 9:30?
The next evening arrived quickly and Jean was checking his outfit for one last time. He and Luca had exchanged their snapchat names and now he was sending him pics of his outfit. Luca replied with another “<3” and "you look so good!", and it had Jean’s heart beat wildly in his chest. This guy… he was everything he’d hoped for. Nice, hot, intelligent, a bit older and more experienced, and also a bit protective (fine, Jean appreciated that, so what?!). He smoothed a few wrinkles in his grey shirt, tugged at the hem of his tight pants. Yes, that was alright. He could show off his piercings with the shirt, that was nice. Of course there were no guys to impress but hey, he could feel comfortable.
At 9:30 sharp, a car honked in front of the door, and Jean quickly grabbed his leather jacket before sprinting down the stairs. His father shouted "have fun!" and his mother yelled something about how he should be careful, but Jean was out and ripping the door of Mikasa’s car open.
"Hey!" His grin was wide, eyes shimmering with excitement, and he squeezed himself on the back seat of the car.