A Fanboy And A Dollar (Ereri)

Chapter 21

Eren's POV:

(Saturday night)

Levi was calmly curled up at the corner of my couch while an episode of Spongebob played in the background as white noise. One hand of mine was running through his hair while my other was holding his with affectionately tight, intertwined fingers.

He was going to go through the process of quitting being a rockstar for a crowd of hormone-charged middle school girls tomorrow and was incredibly stressed. He kept taking deep breaths through his nose and every time he would I'd squeeze his hand and kiss his head.

"Eren."

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure you're not gonna be mad at me for quitting? I mean even you're a fan of me and I can't help but feel bad."

I sighed with a smile and positioned myself so that his body was against my chest in a loving hug. "Levi, relax. I'm happy with whatever makes you happy. And even then, you don't have to completely stop singing. It's your life and you can do what you want to do."

His eyes flickered up towards me and I looked back down at him with another happy smile. "I guess you're right. I'm also just kind of afraid that everyone will hate me," he said gloomily. An amused stream of air escaped through my nose and I couldn't help the smirk.

"So? Fuck those bitches, you got me now."

Levi's head bumped my chin as he let out a snort. "Oh my God, Eren. You're too much."

"You'll find out later if I am." My smile was smacked off my face when he swung an open hand against my cheek playfully and I laughed. I could feel his own suppressed laughter in my arms. I don't know why, but he didn't like to express himself very openly. I didn't mind, though; I liked him the way he was.

The warm, dream-like night was full of small kisses and relaxing to cartoons. Mikasa would come out occasionally to retrieve snacks from the kitchen and didn't say anything when she did.

"What do you want be when you grow up," Levi asked suddenly.

I touched my nose to his ear and smirked. "I wanna be yours."

Levi shuffled against me so that he could meet me eye-to-eye. The amused smirk on his face eased any regrets I may have thought about saying that. "You're dumb," he said with the smirk growing evermore.

"How?"

"You already are."

His playful demeanor seemed to have rubbed off on me, for I felt my own expression mirrored his; happy and relaxed. I was glad. He deserved to calm down.

He needed it.

~next day~

After excusing himself outside and calling some people, Levi re-entered my house with a grim expression. "It's time to make it known," he said quietly. I nodded and gave him a warm hug.

Opening his phone, he took a deep breath before typing out his tweet that would tell the world he would no longer be Levi the rockstar but rather Levi the normal person that wanted a normal life. After he finished wording his tweet, he took a deep breath and tapped the button that would end his career entirely to both him and his fans.

My phone chimed, and Levi looked up in bewilderment. "O-oh. Your tweets give me notifications. Sorry." I laughed in embarrassment at Levi's changed expression; from terror to amusement.

He breathed out the breath he was holding in and turned off his phone: collapsing on the couch and sighing heavily.

"You good bro?"

"No."

I smiled sadly and placed a hand on his hair, ruffling it slightly. The worst thing that could've happened to me: my favorite artist quitting his craft I had grown so attached to. Why didn't I feel terrible? Why did I feel sort of happy? Was it selfish to say that it made me overjoyed that he'd quit all that he worked for just to give me more of his time?

I bent over and kissed his head as he tried to calm down. My phone started chiming again, and he'd flinch every time it did, so I decided to turn it on silent. I checked really quickly what the commotion was about, and to no surprise it was people asking me what was going on with Levi. I wasn't thrilled to tell them exactly why everything that had happened did, so I instead opted to just turn my phone off and put it somewhere out of sight.

Levi's eyes met mine and my heart fell--he was so sad and tired looking. I felt the corners of my mouth tug downwards and out of human instinct to comfort the one I love, I curled up next to him and buried my face into his chest.

I hope he doesn't blame me for quitting.