The Issue

Chapter 5

AN:

Ok. So I think that I have an idea for a chapter here. Don't really know. Well, if you're publishing this, then you obviously do.  Hey. Shuddup. Fine. Just start the chapter already! Sheesh. Ok. 

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Eren's POV

As I pull out of my drive, I put in my favorite CD. I made it myself, so it has all of my songs on it. The song that starts playing is an oldie, by Tom T. Hall, "I Love Beer". It's only the last few seconds of it, and then it changes to another song.

May I have your attention please. May I have your attention please. Will the real Slim Shady, please stand up. I repeat, will the real Slim Shady, please stand up?

*The video above is this song y'all! Well no shit Sherlock. Why am I so mean to myself?!?!* 

"Ohhh...this is my song!" What? I like all music. Yeah, old country to offensive rap. Sue me.

I then start to not really sing, more like rap along.

"We're gonna have a problem here... Y'all act like you never seen a white person before

Jaws all in the floor like Pam and Tommy just burst in the door

Started whoopin' her ass, worse than before,

throwin her over furniture."

I turn the radio up really high, so that the bass is vibrating my chest. Then, so I can really be jamming, I roll my window down. I would roll the other one down, but the windows are hand crank, so I can't reach it.

"It's the return of the 'oh wait, no way, your kidding, he didn't just say, what I think he did, did he?'

And Dr. Dre said...Nothing you idiots! Dr. Dre's dead! He's locked in my basement!

Feminist women love Eminem, chicka chicka chicka Slim Shady, I'm sick of him. Look at him walkin around grabin his you know what, flippin the you know who."

Along with the song, I flip off the world. Man, I love this song.

But, because I know that I will get nominated "Most Hated Person" in the neighborhood if I keep this up, I turn the music down low and put my arm out the window. I rest my head in my hand, enjoying the feeling of the wind in my hair. The gravel road is super dusty, so I soon put my head back in and roll up the window.

I really do love living in the country. It's so peaceful, and there are no sounds of cars, only crickets and the wind through grass. And those fucking chickens.

*Time skip brought to you by I am thou lazy one and I am thou one who gets to make these. You damn idiot. Your just jealous. Of what? Me?*

After I finally get to the apartment complex, I slowly walk up the stairs to number 13. The front door is...well...not there. But the tenant, Levi, definitely is. He's at his table, holding his cup a really weird way. Instead of holding the handle, he was holding the rim, and his steel grey eyes were staring at me with no emotion at all.

"Oi, brat. Are you just gonna stand there, or do I have to kick your ass in gear?"

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AN:

Okay! There is the fifth chapter! What do y'all think? You idiot. There are only a couple readers out there. Hey, I can dream, can't I?! No. Oh...

Anyway! I was thinking of making another book. It would be called "The Innocent". It would be a thug Eren x Levi, and in it, Eren is just another 17 year old. Or so that's what it looks like. At night, he tries to find the person that killed his mother. So, he looks like an innocent child, the perfect person to mug. But, when someone tries to mug him, he loses his disguise, and gets a good look at their face, searching for the killer. Then, he makes sure that the last words that they ever hear are "Pick on someone your own size."

But when social workers force him to move into the Ackerman house, where he becomes close with a rude asshole, Levi Ackerman. But what happens when Levi finds out who Eren truly is? Will he turn him in? Or will Levi help the brat find the man who killed his mom?

Tell me what I should do! Should I make the story? Or does it sound boring?