What Has This Become? (Levi x Eren)

I Can't Change The Past, But I Can Change My Future

(Eren's POV)

Another second.
Another minute.
Another Hour.
Another Day.
This is my life. I waste my valuable time on this planet trying to stay alive, in a decent house, and fed with decent food. I graduated from Survey High a couple of months ago, and let me tell you now, if you think school is hard, picture something 3 times worse, but without the tests. That is work. I recently lost my under paying job at Starbucks, and now I am desperately searching for a new one, to help pay rent. I live with my adopted sister, Mikasa. She's nice, sometimes. We lost our parents 2 years ago, in a house fire. She blames me, for not rescuing them, but I can't listen to her shit. Our uncle occasionally sends us money to help with rent, but never very much. We are basically left to fend for ourselves. We might have to move out of our current house, and get an apartment. I'm really not looking forward to that. I should probably get out of bed to go find a job, but I just can't. My bones won't seem to move, and my brain seems to not be responding to the signals I am sending it. With a grunt, I slide out of bed. I slowly pick out an outfit. I chose a simple, yet formal suit. It was pure black with a white tie. I also chose some black dress shoes. I grabbed my phone, and slipped it in my pocket. As I walk downstairs I smelt the irresistible smell of bacon. I walk into the kitchen to see Mikasa diligently cooking the bacon.

"Mmm. Bacon, how long?" I ask. I give myself about 30 minutes every day to get ready. Today was going to be a 'fun' day of hunting for jobs! Not. I sit down at our quite large dinning table. Mikasa hands me 3 pieces of her perfectly cooked bacon. I put a piece in my mouth. The taste is so perfect, that no words can describe it. I try to savour the taste, but it soon fades. A couple of minutes later, I had finished my bacon, I got up and placed my plate in our insanely small dishwasher. I shut the dishwasher out habit, and went to the bathroom to brush my hair. I grabbed my black hair brush, and ran it through my silky brown hair. I grabbed the bottle of hair gel in the cabinet next to me, and squirted a small amount on my hands, I slicked my hair back, making myself look professional. I grabbed the blue toothbrush and started brushing my teeth. When I was done my breath smelt of peppermint. I grabbed my briefcase with a copy of my high school diploma in it, and a couple other important papers. I grabbed my car keys, and made my way to the door.

"Bye Mikasa! Off to look for a job! Wish me luck!" I yelled as I opened the door. I heard her yell something back at me. Something along the lines of "Yeah, good luck, see ya!" I closed the blue-grey door behind me, and unlocked my 2013 Toyota Corolla. It was a good car, cheap, and had lasted us pretty long. The car is a beautiful red color. It shimmered under the sun's hot gaze. I stepped in, and put my keys in the accelerator. It roared to life, and I slowly pulled out of our nicely paved driveway. I was headed to the local mall we had near our house. It was the easiest place to find a job. On my way there I encountered some very sever traffic. A couple of people pissed me off, so I said a few choice words to them. When I finally arrived at the indoor mall, I was seething with rage. I luckily found a parking space right next to the entrance of the mall. I parked, and got out of my car. I quickly locked it, and started to walk to the entrance. I walked in, and the place was crawling with all sorts of people. There were old people in wheelchairs, middle-aged people there probably shopping for food, or clothes, teenagers, hanging out with their friends and small toddlers, boucing around like they were on a trampoline. I carfully weaved my way toward the Dillard's in the back. I felt something hit my shoulder, and the impact made me drop my briefcase. Luckily for me, it was sealed, so my paper stayed safely inside. But the guy I bumped into, hadn't sealed his briefcase, and his papers were everywhere. I quickly stooped down, and help him pick up his papers. He was very short, but a well built man. He has pitch black hair, and these terrifyingly sharp, grey eyes. When I made eye contact with him, it sent shivers down my spine. He stood up, and neatly placed the papers back in his bag.

"Sorry." I quickly apologized, flashing him a quick, sympathetic smile.

"Not your fault," He answered. "I wasn't watching where I was going." The man paused for a second. "You look familiar..." I suddenly remembered him. The man in front of me was the one and only, Levi Ackerman. He was a daily customer at the Starbucks I used to work at, before I got myself fired. He was also the owner of this big sales buiness, or something fancy like that.

"Yeah, I used to work at that Starbucks you always came to." I checked my watch. 10:37.

"Oh, yeah, wait used to? Did you get fired?" He tried to ask that politely, but his menacing eyes, aren't exactly polite.

"Yeah, I'm actually here, looking for a job right now." I sighed, realizing I need to get going, and soon.

"Oh, well there's an opening at my office, if you want it. You'd basically be working upfront with the phones, and stuff like that." I saw him check his watch, we were both crunched on time.

"Oh? Really? Well I have an appointment with the manager of Dillards soon, but if I don't get it, I'll come try that. Where is it?" I asked. 10:41.

"Oh, here's my business card. Call that number. Good luck." He swiftly walked away, leaving me standing there, holding his buisness card. I just got a job offer from the famous Levi Ackerman. Oh. My. I turned around, and headed to Dillards. I got in there, and was right on time. 10:45. I walked up to front desk.

"Um, I'm here for a job interview, may I please talk to the manager?" I asked.

"Oh, are you Eren? Uh, the owners office is all the way in the back, to your left." She smiled at me and pointed to where she said his office was. I walked in between the aisles, making my way to the back. I easily found his office. I knocked, and waited for a response.

"Yes?" A deep voice penetrated my ears through the door.

"I'm Eren, here for the job interview." I said, rocking back and forth on my heels.

"Oh, Eren, come in." He answered. I opened the door, and walked into his office. It was a pure white room, which totally blinded me. It was almost spotless, but not quite. It was a decent size, not too big, nor too small. "Come, sit down." He motioned to a chair conveniently placed in front of his desk. I sat down in the chair, and was immediately sent to heaven. This chair was softly padded on the seat, and the back rest. It also had wheels. I felt like I was sitting on a cloud. I closed my eyes for a brief second, and then refocused on my task. I needed this job, or the other job. But I need a job, or Mikasa and I will end up homeless.

(A/N)

Well hello! That was chapter one! I hope you liked it! I will be updating whenever I can!
Levi: "What about my POV?"
Author: "You get your POV next chapter silly."
Levi: "Tch, fine."

~Liz or Lizzy~