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Chapter twelve

Last chapter everyone. It took me some time to finish, but I enjoyed this last chapter. Thanks everyone for all the support, and the votes, and the views, I really appreciate it. Thank you so much nubs. It was all a pleasure sharing my story, which was probably all just a mega load of shit.

Ah, and one last thing before you read the chapter. I'm going to make a new book. it's going to be ereri. Yeah. I have a lot of ereri story idea's and it might take a while to make a full plot. But I have to decide from like, I don't know, 10 ideas in total? I don't know. I seriously don't know. And by ereri I also mean riren/rivaere, I don't care about top and bottom, seme or uke. I like the ship, and that's it.
Ending the story with this picture.

 **Levi's POV***

Nope. Nope. Nope.

Nope.

It is so fucking dirty in this taxi. I don't even know why Eren can tolerate this, doesn't he see the speck of dirt right next to his shoulder? And what is with this sweaty tall guy? How does he get so tall? I shake my head of the idea when the car finally stops. I look out the window, and see a red building. It must be the highschooler's apartment.

Eren gets out of the car slowly, but I run out as fast as I can, thankful that I breath fresh air. I step unto the new grass, and it crunches on my feet as I step closer and closer to the run down abode, but Eren pulls me back. "We have to pay the taxi driver professor." I sigh and walk back to the yellow car, and bring out my wallet. "How much?" I ask. The man shakes his head. Just stay there. I do things my own way."

Eren and the sweat man look at the taxi driver weirdly, and I think I also am. "What are you going do?" Eren asks, shuffling to me. I grab him by the arm, and make him move behind me. What is he going to do? The tall guy looks at me and then looks at the building. Yes. This is all for a person. But it is for a person I don't know.

"Don't worry. All I have to do is smell you." The taxi driver says, coming to me, and bowing for some odd reason. He finally is closer to me by a couple of inches, and then smells my hair. I cringe, and look at him with one of my nastiest glares. Who the fuck smells people? He goes to Eren and then smells his hair. After he did, Eren went even closer to me. "Don't do that to Eren ever again." I whisper into that taxi driver's ear as he passes by me and unto the tallest of us. He nods. "My name is Mike, by the way."

When he finally smells the last one, he drives away, the smoke of the car following him.

"Okay, Bertholdt, professor, let's go." Eren says as he pulls my arm toward the apartment.

**Jean's POV***

"So, why do you love Annie?" Marco asks, as he continues driving to Annie's house. Armin looks at me and then Marco in a way that I can't describe. Then a blush creeps up his cheeks. "Why would you ask such a question?" he asks, covering his face with his hand. Marco shakes his head, and laughs. "Nothing, really. Just, everyone knows you like her." I nod in a agreement. "Yeah." was my only response.

"Well..." Armin trailed off to see me and the freckled man I call my husband's reactions. Marco waits eagerly for an answer. I look blank, but my mind sure isn't. "Y-yes. I like Annie." Armin stutters out, leaving a giddy freckled driver to deal with. I stifle a laugh, covering my mouth. Armin looks out of the window in embarrassment. "'But, who doesn't? She's a really nice person, helps out, and she is beautiful."

Marco breaks down, a giggling mess that's holding on the steering wheel for dear life, trying to keep balance. I pat his back, and don't even try to hold anything anymore. Armin bushes even more, and fortunately, his blond hair covers his cheeks. God damn his hair is long. I take out my hair tie from my wrist and give it to him. "Tie that shit up."