Erens POV
"Are you sure, because we can always back out-"
"Eren, I'm sure. I didn't put on a suit and tie just to run away like a bitch."
I sigh and open my front door and let him in. My mom walks out of the kitchen and smiles.
"Mom this is Levi." I say bored.
"Oh, I know that name very well, Eren is always talking about you, on and on, for like four years!-"
I jump up and say,"OKAY, MOM- he doesn't need to know that."
She laughs and winks at Levi then runs up stairs to get Mikasa for dinner.
My dad walks out of his office and when he sees Levi, he inspects him carefully.
"So you're Levi?" he asks deeply.
"Yes." Levi replies.
My dad holds out his hand for a hand shake and Levi glares at it with disgust.
He fights through his weird cleaning disorder and shakes my dads hand.
"I believe you're the one that got in a fight with my little girl?" my dad asks.
Levi looks shocked, then my mom yells from the stairs on her way down,"Grisha! We went over this! Mikasa started the fight!"
"But you're not allowed to hit girls-!" my dad argues.
"That is stupid! If she hits you, slap that bitch right back!" my mom snaps.
My father walks back into the kitchen and gets out plates for dinner.
"I am so sorry, Levi, he is just over protective." my mom says.
Thats where mikasa gets it from.
"No its okay..." Levi says.
"No, its really not, you're our special guest, now let's go eat." my mom says.
She walks into the kitchen and Levi smiles a little.
Mikasa walks down the stairs and glares at levi and takes her seat at the table.
"Well, let's go..." I say.
-later-
"Quel bautiful repas à partir d'une belle dame." Levi says to my mother with a smile.
My mom blushes and smiles then waves her hand,"on my, Levi, you're too kind!"
Levi smiles and continues eating the steak that was set out.
"Oh! I almost forgot! Mikasa, help me get the packages from the garage!" my mom orders.
Mikasa follows her into the garage, leaving me, Levi, and my father alone.
"....erm, daddy, can you pass me the salt?" I ask.
Shit why did I say daddy???? For two reasons, that's what kids say, and I may use the sexual term daddy when me and Levi are fucking.....
Levis hand twitches towards the salt then he jerks it back and quickly grabs a napkin next to it.
I glance awkwardly at Levi and his lips tighten and his eyes are wide and he stares blankly at the table, obviously realizing what just happened.
My dad hands me the salt, entirely oblivious of what happened.
"Thank you....." I shake.
Levi scratches the side of his head and continues eating to avoid conversation.
"Levi," my dad says-well that backfired-,"tell me about your parents."
Levi drops his fork and he looks weak.
Shit dad...
My dad raises an eyebrow and Levi stands out of his chair.
"I'm sorry, I just need to use the restroom real quick..."
He walks out of the kitchen and heads over to the bathroom, but I can hear the back door to the porch open.
"What was that about?" my dad laughs.
I give him a confused angry look and shoot,"Maybe before laughing, consider that maybe they're dead?? Or they left him?? And maybe Thats why he never talks about them and why he lives on his own??"
"Jeez, sorry Eren." my dad chuckles.
I slam my hands on the table and shoot out of my chair and tell,"listen you douchebag! You need to be more considerate! Just became he kicked your daughters ass BECAUSE SHE WAS THREATENING HIM, doesn't give you the right to poke at his wounds!"
"Eren! Sit the hell down!" my dad yells.
I push my chair back and walk out of the kitchen and walk out to the back porch and See Levi sitting on the bench with his face in his palms.
I sit down next to him and rub his back.
"Are you okay Levi?" I ask.
I hear him while per out a cry and he shakes his head.
"It was me..." he coughs.
"What?" I ask.
"Eren, it was me." he growls through his crying.
"What was you??" I ask.
"My parents are dead, because I killed them."
