The Sound of You - Ereri - (Boyxboy)

Chapter 12

The flashbacks (italicized text) have implications of NSFW content, but there isn't actually anything. It also talks about alcohol, just warning.

Oh, and I am really sorry. When I made that note saying that I would be getting my laptop, I was wrong. The bank screwed up on my receipt so I don't actually have as much money as I thought it did.

LEVI'S POV

The burn of alcohol lingered in his throat, pooled in his stomach.

I sat up in the bed, rubbing the back of my neck as I looked around an unfamiliar room. It was nice, neat... a hotel room?

The firey bitterness of the liquor, the refreshing sweetness of the wine. He swallowed the last of the sweet liquid, before setting it down, only to replace it with a much smaller shot glass.

I looked around the unfamiliar room, panning over the unfamiliar bed, my eyes landing on an unfamiliar face. Oh yeah..

He stared at the clear liquid, watched as it vibrated slightly with the surrounding noise of the bar. He watched it sway gently as he picked it up and maneuvered it to his lips. He felt a hand land on his shoulder as he threw his head back, downing the shot.

I cringed as memories from last night, as well as a throbbing pain flooded into my head. I tossed the blankets off of me, shivering slightly as I gathered up my various articles of clothing from around the room.

A pretty face. He was a pretty face, had a nice voice, charismatic. They talked. Very little, but they still talked. And drank. And laughed, and left, and kissed, and

After taking a shower and getting dressed, I cracked open the door to find him still asleep. Sighing, I exited the bathroom, leaving the hotel room after grabbing my wallet and cell phone.

Once I was outside and remembered the hotel I was at, remembered where I was, I turned to walk in the direction of where I remembered the nearest bus stop to be. I stopped for moment, digging my knuckles into my temples.

Maybe I should try a convenience store first, hangovers fucking sucked. But alcohol didn't suck. I was willing to pay the price of a hangover for drinking every once in a while.

Except hopefully the next time I decided to get shitfaced, it would be on happier terms. And not end in... well whatever that was.

I zoned out for a bit, choosing to focus on my headache instead of dealing with thoughts and emotions. That can wait until after medicine and tea.

I pretty much remained in a numb state of mind from the moment I entered the store, to the moment I got back to the dorms. I glanced at my watch to confirm that Eren wasn't home before I headed to the room.

Fucking Eren. I shook my head, kicking off my shoes before trudging over to the kitchen to boil some water.

The day after he told me about going to America, I of course had several questions. For instance, how long would he be gone? What about his classes? How much would it cost to get there and back? What about me, what am I going to do while you are gone?

Well, that last one I didn't actually ask him.

The answers to my questions were, respectively, that he would have rehearsals for 3 months, then 27 performances spanning over 7 weeks. So about 5 months. Whoopdy-fucking-doo.

As for his classes, he would be in contact with his teachers, who would send powerpoints and recordings of the lectures. He would make up essays and tests when he came back.

Lucky him, it would be an all expense paid trip. The plane ride was payed for, first class, and he would be put up in a hotel near the rehearsal space. Meals were covered too, included as part of the pay he was getting for performing.