Camp Paradis || Jean Kirstein

Apparently I'm Not Lucky Enough

"Didn't you just get back from a weekend away?"

I pretended to be moved by her words, "Awe, Annie... you guys noticed I was gone?" I looked back at her.

She huffed, "Not really. We just noticed it was really quiet with no one complaining all day." that made me laugh, "Don't you have someone else that you can bother?"

I shrugged my shoulders again, "No, Jean's in class. I won't be able to annoy him until lunch." I didn't really get to talk to him this morning either. He brought me another coffee, but there just wasn't a lot of time for conversation for us, everyone was asking him about his quick trip back home.

Annie pushed her arms off the counter and started to walk around it, "Literally anyone else." she started towards the bathroom, "Try Eren. He likes attention."

  I slid down from the countertop and leaned back against it as she disappeared behind the wall. I waited for Eren to finish his conversation with the kid before waving him over to me.

He leaned back against the counter next to me, "Annie, ditched me." I told him, "She told me to come bother you instead."

  "I like attention." he shrugged.

  I grinned to myself, "That's what she told me. What are you doing this weekend?"

  "Mikasa and I thought about trying to catch the baseball game in Marley on Saturday. We were thinking of inviting everyone. I think you and Jean's little adventure last weekend has inspired everyone to get out of here for a day."

I'd never been to a baseball game, I don't think I've ever even watched one before.

"Are we invited?" I asked on behalf of my sister and Reiner.

"Mm hm. I said everyone." he confirmed.

"Well," I pushed myself off the counter, "if you can convince everyone to go, I'll cover everyone's tickets."

Eren's eyes almost bugged at me, "That's generous. Thanks, Beckett. I'll get everyone on board." he gave me a thumbs up and I returned it.

I left the gym, deciding to head back to the house and wait for lunch. I had the idea to work on my sketchbook some more. Jean advised that I needed to start trying to come up with an original plan, and maybe he was right. If I was going to be successful, I was going to need to be original.

  That's why, when I got back to the house, I laid on my bed with my book and tools in front of me, spaced out along the comforter. I pushed my hair back and pulled it up so that it wouldn't be in my face while I was trying to concentrate. I flipped the book open to a blank page and stared at it.

  I wasn't sure what I was expecting. Maybe I thought ideas and inspiration would hit me as soon as I saw the opportunity that a clean sheet of paper would offer. But when the pencil in my hand didn't move, I discovered that was far from the truth. Where would I even start?

Maybe I could take the approach of what do I need to be built? I tapped fine point pen onto the book, trying to get it it to act like a metronome to calm my brain. I couldn't think of a damn thing.

I tried another approach, was there anyplace that someone else would need to be built? Putting myself in other people's shoes was difficult, because to be quiet honest, I've never needed anything. I closed the book in defeat, I would try another day.

My phone buzzed next to me and I quickly picked it up when I saw it was Jean.

jean:
Heard you're taking
everyone to the game
on Saturday