Damn it all- I want you [Ereri]

Chapter 3

Hey you little shits, here's another chapter. -Levi
(In this story- Bertolt is 194 cm, where as Eren is Bertolt's original height of 192, just to make him one of the only ones taller than Eren. Erwin is still 188 cm)

He hadn't come back to the small cafe that my career was centered around, and according to the worried comments from Armin, he had been taking more days off of school; choosing instead to hide himself in the desolate confines of his home- as Armin had filled me in on the invaluable information that Eren had lived alone the past year or so.

I'm not too certain on the reason why I keep thinking about the brat, I mean, he did have a mesmerizing smile but that's practically all the kid had going for him and according to the pretentious little blondie standing beside me as we served the garbage of society with fake smiles and a "how was your day", he could hardly ever pull off any happy expression on a daily basis, or monthly basis. In fact, as Armin had stated earlier, the other week was the first time anyone had seen his smile in around a year. Obviously that was an overstatement, I mean- someone who could look that happy when he smiled couldn't really be as depressed as everyone makes him out to be.

I hadn't taken notice of that fact that I was zoning out until I accidentally dropped a full cappuccino down my shirt, soaking the thin fabric and causing it to stick to my skin and leak down my pants, furthering the damage to the material. "Ah, shit" exclaiming loudly, I tried to wipe up the mess I had created, 'how did I even manage to tip it backwards, and all over myself?'

"Levi?! What are you doing?"

"Dancing the tango with Bill Clinton, what does it look like I'm damn doing? get me another fucking napkin blondie," Glaring pointedly at the shit-face nervously searching through every cupboard and shelf behind the serving bar, I groaned deeply before speaking up loudly, "Armin!" the said person jumped and looked back up at me, trembling profusely, "Yes Levi?"

"The napkins are right fucking there, how do you not see them?" as I had just pointed out to him, the napkins were right in front of his face, literally. If he looked forward he would be staring them straight in the ripples of the material.

As we cleaned up the mess I had made, we hardly heard the tinkling sound of the door's bell go off quietly from the front of  the cafe, signalling a new customer.

Armin's softly spoken question rang out across the counter and towards the tall boy standing in the doorway, looking at the shorter boy with shock in his eyes. "Eren?"

The boy looked about ready to jump back out onto the sidewalk and bolt before I loudly exclaimed through a series of annoyed sighs, "finally decided to show up, eh brat?"

Eren looked from Armin to me, then back to Armin before settling his unnervingly green eyes on my small frame.

Walking towards the counter, he halted his ginormous profile in front of mine, towering over Armin and I, and the entirety of every living thing inside the store. Feeling a slight curiosity build inside of me, my thoughts turned down the deep alleyway of comparing others with another, 'I wonder who's taller... Erwin or Eren...'

Speak of the devil himself and he shalt appear. Erwin came stomping out of the kitchen's, a confused look passing over his features at the sight of an emotionless Eren, a trembling Armin and I staring at him. Erwin walked past the counter towards Eren, before clapping him on the back and grasping his hand. "So you're the famous Eren, nice to meet your acquaintance," Eren looked absolutely terrified as he stared -  not at Erwin's eyes, but at the monsters sitting on his brow-line that were staring deep into his very soul.

'Damn. Eren's even taller than Erwin. That is a sight to see,'

Eren was almost towering over Erwin by a good 4 centimeters, causing Erwin's scary incentive form to lose some of its appeal in front of the taller boy.