Strip For Me

Brat

Levi's POV

I sat on my couch at 11 in the morning, staring at my immaculate apartment. I'd thoroughly cleaned every inch of the apartment, vacuuming the carpet and wiping down every surface at least three times. I'd woken up early as usual, but my morning class had been canceled due to my professor having some family emergency or whatever, so I'd ended up cleaning for 4 hours. I pulled out my phone, responding to emails and deleting that stupid album of pictures from my Facebook. 11...I still had an hour to kill before meeting that Eren Jaeger brat. 

Ah, screw this. I grabbed my wallet and anything else I'd need for the meeting and got ready to leave the apartment. If I had to spend the next hour doing nothing, I'd rather I do nothing outside instead of staying inside. I didn't have the time to go to the gym, and I was hungry, anyway. Not eating breakfast did that to me. Where should I go? I mentally ran through my possible options. You know what, I think I'll go hang out at Starbucks until noon. Saves me the trouble of having to drive everywhere.

I locked up and walked to Starbucks, ordering a coffee and some sweet-looking pastry. The place was filled with other college students grabbing their caffeine fix between classes, and I ended up having to go to the second floor to find a quiet place to sit by myself. Luckily, it was empty. I picked out a seat far from the window, since I hated tanning and the sun made it hard for me to read properly on my phone. 

I cleaned the table and seat twice as usual, then sat down and pulled out my phone so I could read Finders Keepers, by Stephen King. I'd read the first book after Hanji had suggested it to me, and I'd ended up buying the second book as soon as it was released*.  I flipped to my bookmark and continued reading as I sipped my coffee.

Eren's POV

I yawned a little as I grabbed my mocha and cookie and looked around for a seat. Damn it, this place is full. Almost forgot why I never come here at this time of day. I sighed and went to the second floor to find a seat and do my Facebook stalking in peace. I grabbed a seat by the window and brushed some crumbs off the seat before sitting down and pulling out my phone. Before I could get down to stalking, though, I found myself wondering about my new roommate. Well, housemate, to be exact. Actually, I didn't know for sure. He'd sent me pictures of a kitchen and a bathroom and one room, so I guessed I'd be sharing everything with him. I wonder what Levi looks like...Hope he's decent, at least. But not like Erwin or Jean...Erwin? Oh yeah. Training tonight. A thought suddenly came to me. Shit, I really hope Levi's not into strip clubs. I'd have to figure something out to tell Levi as an excuse for being out so late every night. 

Something across the room suddenly caught my eye-a flash of steel gray and a crisp white collar. I glanced at the guy sitting across the room sipping coffee and reading something on his phone. He seemed oddly familiar...A snapshot of my dream from last night flashed in my mind. Shirtless and dripping wet...Holy shit. No way. It was him. My jaw dropped as I stared at the upperclassman drinking coffee across the room. I reached for my phone to try and take a picture of him and felt a burning sensation on my leg. Huh? I looked down to see my mocha dripping out the last of its contents onto my pants. "Ahh, SHIT. Ow, ow, ow..." I jumped up and hissed at the hot liquid burning its way down my legs, trying frantically to soak up as much of the scalding liquid as I could with the tissues on my table. Funny thing, I'd never realized how flimsy tissues are when you have to sop up a cup full of burning liquid off your nether regions. Fuck. I was gonna end up with a huge stain and to top it all off, Levi would probably think I was a moron. 

Levi's POV

"It was all a mistake." I paused reading and considered that line. Ironic, how that fits so many scenarios from my life. I took another sip of my coffee and grimaced. Coffee had never been one of my favorite drinks; I rarely drank it. Even when I did, I only did it to remind myself how strong it tasted. My preferred go-to drink was tea. Black tea, to be more specific. I set my cup down and turned my head slightly to continue reading when I heard a noise from the other side of the room. 

"Ahh, SHIT. Ow, ow, ow..."

The fuck? I glanced across the room to see what the idiot sitting by the window had done. I wasn't going anywhere near them unless they were on death's door. The kid leapt up from his chair and tried to clean his pants with a handful of tissues, bending a little so I could only see his slightly unruly brown hair. I could see the steam coming off his pants from the hot mocha he'd spilled. Tch, what kind of moron tries to clean up a cupful of hot mocha with three tissues? I was about to go back to reading my book when he straightened up, cursing, and dropped his handful of now-soaked tissues onto his table. I caught a glimpse of his eyes as he looked around for anything else he could use.

Bright emerald. The light from the midday sun reflected off his beautiful eyes, setting off a spectacular display meant only for me. They sparkled like gems as he froze and stared...directly into my soul, it seemed. 

His mouth dropped open a little as he unabashedly drank me in with his eyes. I suddenly felt a little self-conscious and resisted the urge to straighten my collar and make sure there was nothing on my face. I shook my head to clear away my thoughts and-wait. He stopped staring and dropped his gaze to the floor, blushing a bright red. Had I done something? No...wow, he's pretty fucking cute. He'd probably be good for a night in bed. Wait, what was I thinking? I rolled my eyes. You know what, fuck this. I got up and walked downstairs, ignoring the weight of his stare on my back. 

Eren's POV

I couldn't help but stare at him as he walked downstairs. Was he so disgusted with me that he couldn't stand to be in the same room as me? Great, Eren. Hottest guy you've ever met and he probably hates you without even having to talk to you. I continued mentally berating myself when I heard the sexiest voice ever talking to me. 

"Oi, brat. Use this. Shitty tissues aren't going to clean up a full cup of mocha." 

I raised my head, unbelieving. No way. He was standing right in front of me (well, in front of the puddle my pants were steadily creating), holding out a towel. I blinked in shock. 

"Tch. Sign if you're deaf, but don't stare at me like an owl, shitty brat." He glared at me with those steel gray eyes. Up close, I could see small flecks of a stunning blue interspersed within the gray. Just like Levi's profile picture. I timidly took the towel from him and started patting my legs with it.  

Just then, my phone vibrated and lit up with a text notification from Armin. Both of us glanced at it briefly, then did a double-take. The time displayed above the notification showed the time: 12:15 PM. 

"Shit, I'm late for my meeting with-"
"Shit, I'm late for my meeting with-"

"-Eren."
"-Levi."

:3 Sorry. Midnight turns off my writing skills. I think I dragged out this chapter a little too much, maybe? 
Mm, almost forgot. Hanji's mischievous side comes out to play in...maybe the 2nd or 3rd chapter from here. Probably 3rd. She pulls something, and it's not a tail haha. But it does involve one. 

Ahhh I almost forgot (again). If you guys are good with art or designing or anything like that, or you know someone who is, could you design a new cover for this story? I'll either:

-cry because nobody designed one

-take the one lonely cover I've been offered 

-pick my favorite cover and use the rest as chapter covers

And if you do wanna send me one, please tell me! I'm okay with waiting my entire life for one, as long as I know it's coming. Thank you! ^-^

*Finders Keepers is the second book in a trilogy by Stephen King (who is an awesome writer like 11/10 man), and it was released on June 2nd, 2015. I'm reading it right now, actually. The first book is Mr. Mercedes. The trilogy is a thriller, not horror, so if you don't do horror these are a little more for you :D