Extra Pepperoni

(A/N): Hello you guys! For those of you who are new to my works, well Hi! Those who came back after reading the But since we're going to die here series, well thanks for sticking with me. As I'm posting this, i'm almost done with "But since we're going to live here" and crying...I'm such a sap. ANYWAYS, moving on to a brand new fic, brand new possibilities *wink wink nudge nudge*. This fic will be updated on mondays or tuesdays once I start to regularly update (when the other fic is over, so soon). Also it should have around 15-20 chapters tops, unless Levi decides on doing whatever he wants...cause this happens...

As you read in the summary...Eren isn't gay. At least that's what he says ;)

Enjoy.

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I let my shirt fall on the floor in front of my locker, not caring one bit about the eyes on me as people make their way out of school. They know better than to say a word. I take my running clothes and shoes out of my backpack and get changed in the middle of the hallway. Who fucking cares. I hate this place. I hate that I have to leave my car parked at the apartment because I can't afford the gas for it, at least not to go to school.

I step outside and it looks like it's going to be pouring rain soon enough. I start running immediately. The sooner I reach the apartment, the better. The 5km trip doesn't take that long, I have gotten used to it by now. I arrive home and slide my key into the lock. I walk to the fridge right away and chug down a whole bottle of water.

"You could at least take off your shoes." Mikasa says.

"It's not like it takes long cleaning a two bedroom apartment." I say, regretting my words instantly.

She glares at me.

"It's not like you clean it either... Have some fucking respect, Eren. I'm trying my best here."

"I know." I mutter, reaching for her.

"Ewe! No, go shower, you stink."

"Yes mom."

I turn around and then glance back at her.

"You're already doing a much better job than dad was... just so you know. I'm lucky to have you as a sister."

She turns her head, hiding whatever emotion just almost filtered through her impassive face.

"Whatever. Go shower or you'll be late to work."

I wouldn't mind, but I'm not going to say that. I need to be responsible. She already had to drop out of school in order to pay for the both of us after dad left. She made so many sacrifices and if delivering pizza is the only thing I can do to help, I will do it the best I can. The shower isn't long enough to my taste but we always run out of hot water after 2 minutes. Inconvenient of living in this hell hole. One day I'll find a good place for her and then I'll try to find one for me. We'll make it because we stick together, we are strong.

I push open the door of my bedroom, my foot instinctively clinging to the corner of my bedside table, as usual. I curse, letting myself fall on the bed as I hold my toes tightly. God dammit. I roll on my back, not even bothering about my brown mop of hair almost flooding my bed sheets. I stare at the fan that turns slowly above me. It's a very tiny room. There's a bed, a closet, a bedside table and piles of clothes on the floor. My broken laptop sits in the corner of the room, on the floor. I reach for my cellphone and glance at the time. Shit. I'm going to be late. I sit up straight, reach for a pair of dark jeans that doesn't seem too dirty and put on a neatly folded t-shirt that still has a hint of lavender smell to it. It's green, my favorite color. Why? Green to me, means freedom, probably as much as blue and white. It's what I'm starving for. Freedom from these walls. Freedom from the pressure of being very close to living in the streets. Freedom of having clean laundry a bit more often. I sigh as I grab my phone and keys and walk out the door. Mikasa is already gone to her second job. I close the one shitty light that barely lights up the living room and kitchen (which are pretty much the same room because the couch is actually touching the kitchen table.)