Damn it all- I want you [Ereri]

Chapter 4

In case any of you shits liked K-pop, I linked a BigBang song into the thingie. The songs called Ringa Linga by Taeyang (BigBang member) Hope you enjoy o/ Just something to chill to while reading if you weren't already listening to music

Waiting

Waiting...

Still waiting...

It's been what? 3 days since I gave him my number and the brat hasn't spared 20 seconds of his time with sending me a message? I mean come on, 72 hours is about enough time to send a message.

Rolling my small figure off of the couch I had been laying stiffly on for the past... I'm actually not too sure how many hours... I should probably check what time it is.

Glaring at my phone through the bright light emitting from it, the numbers 2:27 AM glared right back into my eyes. Shock settling onto my expression.

Fuck this. I shouldn't even be waiting for him to message me for this long. Fuck giving him my phone number, fuck his phone, fuck him.

Before I could throw my phone in a grumpy tantrum, a loud ring sound came from it, a message appearing on my notifications from an unknown number.

Unknown number: Hello Levi? This is Eren. The tall one.

FUCKING FINALLY.

Grabbing my phone, I began hastily typing onto the small screen, forgetting about the fact that he messaged me at 2:30 AM or asking why he was awake, instead clicking on the number and saving it to my contacts under the name Little Shit-face.

Me: Oi brat, what took you so long to message? -.- And I fucking know you're the tall one, you're bigger than fucking Erwin, I honestly didn't think that was possible.

I most definitely wasn't waiting for him to message just so that I could say that I had his phone number in my contacts and stare at it every night before sleeping.

Shut up inner thoughts.

Little Shit-face: I had some things going on, I meant to message you as soon as I got home that day but then something came up and it has only just ended now. And who is Erwin?

Me: Erwin is Captain Eyebrows, the one you met the other day.

Little Shit-face: Oh, Eyebrows. Does he use a hairbrush to tame those monstrosities, I doubt anything else would work.

Me: No, but he does use a fucking strong comb, that thing has gone through more trauma the past year than anything/anyone that I know.

Little Shit-face: Oh god, this reminds me of this one time when my Mum went overseas and in the hotel she stayed in, there was this comb named 'The Unbreakable Comb' and she took it with her when she came home, and so one night, her friends and her tried to break this comb, and nothing was working so they literally thought it was unbreakable. I was about twelve at the time, but I just walked into her room, grabbed the comb and snapped it in half before handing it back to her and just walking out like nothing happened.

Me: Damn, watch out. We gotta bad-ass over here. Where'd that kid go? He doesn't seem like the Eren that I have come to see around my workplace. Not that I'm interested in your life story, if you need someone to distract you from troubling thoughts, I am literally always free. I do nothing with my life other than work.

Little Shit-face: It almost sounds like you're trying to be sympathetic, please stop, it's creepy. Bring back the shorty please.