Is This What They Call, Love?

Chapter 7- The Family

Levi's P.O.V.

Eren was currently signing herself out of the hospital. She seemed thrilled when I offered my place for her to stay. I was glad for that. It seemed we had formed a very close bond, one we could literally see between us. It was almost if we could reach out and touch it.

I was sitting in the lobby, waiting for Eren to get done with all of the paperwork since I had no clue how to do all of that. It was kind of sad, really. Eren had no one to do this for her, and she knew how to fill out the form so easily. But it didn't seem to bother her.

Before I knew it, Eren was handing the pen and clipboard back to the receptionist, the latter giving a kind smile, which was returned. Eren walked towards me, with a look that was part sadness but mostly happiness. When she was about five feet away from me, I stood up and slung both backpacks over my shoulder. I had gathered her homework for her and brought it to her using her own bag because she didn't want to get behind. I started walking towards the front door. I heard footsteps behind me, and I felt a small tug on one of the backpack's straps.

"Hey, Levi, let me carry one of these," she asked.

"No," came my immediate reply.

"Bu-"

I cut hey of with another form "No".

At this point, Eren had caught up to me and was walking side by side. I could see her throw her hands up in exasperation. She no longer wore the eye-patch, which was good because she looked weird with it on.

"Geez, you certainly are stubborn, I'll give you that," she said I exasperation.

"Hello pot, meet kettle," was my snarky comeback.

Eren made a noise similar to choking, and fixed me with a playful glare.

"Well that was rude," she said as we walked out the automatic sliding doors together.

"I meant it that way," I replied with a smirk.

I reached into the back pocket of my jeans for my car keys.

"So what kind of car do you have?" Eren asked curiously.

I finally latched onto the elusive keys, which really shouldn't be that difficult but hey, that's my life.

"You'll see," I only said.

She sighed. "Why do you always have to be so vague? It grates on a girl's nerves."

I merely ignored her and walked into the lot, searching for my car. But since, and I'm only going to say this once and if you asked me if I ever said this I will deny everything, I am so short, I just used the unlock button as a "signal flare" to get the car to light up.

After a couple of tries, I finally found my car and proceeded to walk towards it.

When Eren saw my car, her eyes widened so much it was a wonder she didn't experience any physical damage.

"T-t-this is your car?!" She managed to stutter out after three minutes of silence.

"No, I stole someone's very expensive car and they didn't bother to look for it. Obviously it's my car," I finished with an eye roll.

She rolled her eyes at me as well.

I had a black W-Motors Lykan Hypersport that I received for my sixteenth birthday. This was my pride and joy. I had to catch a ride on the train, which was disgusting and filthy and full of drug addicts I can imagine, and then walk the rest of the way to the school to get my car. I wasn't about to leave my baby there overnight at a brat-filled dump.