The silence dropped in between us and I could swear Levi could be able to hear my heart ramming against my chest. "Levi, shut up and let this," I leaned closer, raising my head a little and brought them to brush against his own,
"Be our little cliche....."
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It was like he had already known what I was going to do. I could feel his breath hitch and hold, as I was too. Both holding our breath, I pushed myself forward and kissed him. I will dodge the cliche fireworks and sparks and puzzle pieces. It felt just so right; like we were meant to be.That sounds mushy and soft that I don't understand why I would think that. It was just.... a really really nice kiss. His lips looked so rough and un-kissable. When you connect them to your own they are so soft and feel so good against your own. Unless that is just my own personal opinion on the subject of Levi's soft as fuck lips that taste like magical rainbows. My fingers ran down his jaw, going to the side of his neck and brushing my fingers against it. Once my hand landed on his chest, he started to kiss back and close his eyes tight, like as if it was something that he was deeply craving for. Like me with chocolate. Our lips parted once his hand gripped my cheeks, his fingers under my ear. We didn't open our eyes as I tilted my head and lifted it to connect lips with him once more.
Our tongues didn't enter each other's mouth as it was just a simple, 30 second kiss that felt amazing and something that tasted better than the hamburger I ate. This was by far the best birthday I could ever ask for. Once we pulled away and sat back up, I was already a flustered and blushing mess. I knew that Levi would never be the one to make the first move and kiss me. It was going to be me, but I didn't know how.
And that's how I started to fall in love with Levi Ackerman.
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I knew it was trouble from the start, but it was worth the risk. We continued to talk the rest of the way down the wheel, almost like the kiss had never happened. But it wasn't one of those things that didn't mean anything. It meant something and we both knew it. Just neither of us decided to bring it up until he dropped me off at my house. "Thanks for the present...." I mumbled, blushing and looking at my feet. I was definitely acting like the girl in the book right about now. "No problem brat." I looked at my driveway, my mom's car was still parked in there but I knew Mikasa was spending the night at Annies now and Dad was still at work; working a late night shift. I looked in the kitchen window, making sure my mom couldn't see me. But she was more understanding than my homophobic father was. I grabbed Levi face, holding both of his cheeks. But he already knew what was going on so he looped his fingers around my jean belt loops and pulled my waist to his and kissed me. He made the second move.
I didn't waste any time to kiss him back, arching my back a little and having a small smile on my face as we both pulled away, our noses and foreheads touching. "I hate you." I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heat up. "I hate you too, brat." Levi pulled off me and turned around, walking away. "See you later, Eren." Levi said my name as I stood there, his warmth from being so close to me making me shiver from the cold spring weather. "Whatever!" I called, skipping into my house and closing the door, a wider smile on my face.
"He really makes you happy," My mother said from the couch, a warm cup of black tea in her hands as she wrapped herself in a green blanket. I smiled, looking at the floor and nodding. "yeah, he does." I sat next to her and she kissed my cheek. "As long as my baby is happy I will be too." She said softly, looking at the TV with a soft smile on her face. I nodded, resting on her shoulder and falling asleep. The memory of the ferris wheel repeating in my mind as I dreamt about it.
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"Eren get up. Armin is here to see you.'" Mikasa nudged me from the couch. I mumbled a jumble of curse words into my couch pillow I had my face shoved in. "Get up." She said, poking my back I faced towards her. "no, /you/ get up." I said as if it was some high class comeback. But instead it was just a petty and useless thing that made no sense because I was half asleep. "Fine Fine I am up." I stood up, lazily throwing my hand through my brown hair and walking over to the front door where Armin stood in his pastel outfit, the bags under his eyes seemed to lighten as he had a wide smile on his face. "Lets go." He said before he dragged me out to the forest where we went so long ago. I had almost forgot about the carving on the wooden stump on the tree.
Armin held up the box cutter he took from my pocket and handed it to me. "Mikasa told me everything." He smiled wider as I carved 'L' next to the 'E +' . I swear sometimes it reminded me of some terrible love story. "Armin you are so silly sometimes I wonder why we are friends." I chuckled, turning to him. "Um, maybe it is because you love me." He and I both knew he didn't mean it like that, but like love as a best friend. I shrugged, helping him up from sitting on the stump on the tree next to the carving. "True." I hummed, nodding my head as I walked next to him, the wind in my hair and my clothes.
"How have you been?" I asked turning my head to him. He shrugged, pursing his lips. "studying, helping out at that new shelter down by 73." I nodded, listening to him speak about how he was doing. It was times like these that I let my mind wander. How long did I have on my countdown until I was doomed? How long could I make up these timers? I could make them stop whenever I wanted but it seemed I felt sane when they ticked on. So I did, letting the ticking in my brain as I walked next to Armin.
"The school year is almost over," Armin brought up, stuffing his hands into his sweater. I didn't even care about school. I was too caught up with Levi and everything there was to him. But that didn't mean I didn't keep up with my piss poor grades. I had C's in almost all my classes except for the easy ones like English and art. I always payed close attention to the teacher and his lectures on all the different types and kinds of techniques you can use to draw or to paint. I started to skip my art classes that were held after school. On rare occasions I stayed, but sometimes I would get so bored of re-drawing the same bowl of mixed fruit that I would just gather my things and leave the building.
"Yeah, I know. I am probably gonna move to New York or anywhere to escape from this boring place." I explained again. Over the time of me living here I kept dreaming about living anywhere but here, in this under populated town that held less that 1500 people. It gets a little boring after a while. And Armin already knew my plan, so him and I spent more and more time together as the school year started to come to a close. "And what about Levi, what are you gonna do about your relationship with him when you have to leave him." Armin asked, but made it sound more like a statement rather than a question. "I don't know, probably just going to stay a little while longer, and see where our relationship goes; I guess." I smiled wide when Armin gasped in surprise and hugged me out of the blue. "you're staying a little longer?! That's great!" He patted my back and smiled at me, the sun rays lighting up his crystal blue eyes that held so much happiness and waves of blue. It was a truly amazing color to have as eyes.
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I sat on the cliff alone, looking out at the glorious view with a longing look in my eyes. I don't know what it what that I was looking for, but it was something that I knew was out there. And out of all the times that I had looked out into this same exact view, I had only found everything exactly the same. "You okay?" I looked behind me and saw Levi standing there and I realized...
That was the thing I was looking for all along.
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Our Little Cliche (ereri/riren.)✔️
Fanfiction"God dammit this is too fucking clichè." Two boys, Eren and Levi. Hardly have anything in common or anything alike. Yet they find their way into meeting each other. Like as if it was torn from the pages of a clichè novel. They recreate their life, t...