The Issue

Chapter 11

AN:

Woah. Aight, this book has over 150 reads?! Yeeee! If you ever make that noise again I will surgically put a zipper on your mouth. Hey. Don't forget, you said it too! Ugh...don't remind me... *slowly grins* YEEEEEE!

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Eren's POV

Last night was fucking amazing. Well, a part of it wasn't. I still feel a bit shaken over his favorite song. That was Mom's song, and she was always trying to get me to sing it for her. That's what distracted her when we got in the wreck. She asked me to, and I said no. Then she looked behind her to me, causing the wreck and-

My phone buzzes in my hand. I look at who it is: Pixis, the owner of the apartments. Unlocking my phone, I read the text.

Eren, you need to mow. The apartments look terrible. Do it today.

Is he serious? I just mowed five damn days ago. Grass doesn't grow that fucking fast. Sighing, I reply.

Yes, sir. I'll do it right now.

I was hoping to just relax today, but there goes that plan. Oh well. I shouldn't even plan anything any more.

Shaking my head in defeat, I head outside to the shed to load up the push mower and weed eater. I won't forget this time to take the gas. Last time I had to drive all the way back home to get it.

*Time skip brought to you by I ain't got no ass and that's a fact. Ask my friends. Wait. Don't. They don't know you. Hell, I don't know you. I think.*

Damn. Traffic was a bitch. Reason number...what am I on? 73? Yeah. Sounds about right. Reason number 73 why I prefer the country over town. I get my space.

I look at the grass. Its hardly an inch taller than I cut it. Pixis is so picky.  Ha. Picky Pixis. Ha. Ha. I roll my eyes at myself, and get started.

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Levi's POV

Sitting at my excuse for a kitchen table, I sip my tea going over again and again the events of last night.

What the fuck Eren, answer the damn door. I keep knocking and finally give up. Finding the door unlocked, I walk right in. But I'm surprised to see Eren on the couch, with tears streaming down his face. He's mumbling something, but I can't hear him.

I walk over and sit, just watching. I don't know what the hell is going on, but I'm sure the hell not comfortable with just leaving him. Nope.

Eren suddenly screams, making me jerk my head. It's difficult to make out what he's screaming, but it almost sounds like "stop stop stop red light stop stop please stop ow ow ow ow". I lean over him and but my hands on him, gently shaking him.

"Hey brat. Wake up." He keeps on screaming. I shake him a bit harder. "Wake up you damn brat." This time he stops screaming, but he's still crying. Shit. I can't stand this.

"Eren. Eren. EREN! WAKE THE FUCK UP BRAT!" His eyes shoot open and he looks at me. Even when they're red and puffy, his eyes are still so fucking beautiful.

I'm brought back to the here and now when I hear a mower. Looking out my window, I see a good looking guy covered in sweat mowing. The apartment's yard is decent sized, and it looks like he already has almost half of it done.

Tearing my eyes away from the brat, I walk to my room to get dressed. Not that I could compete with Eren's outfit, which is a white tank and blue jeans, but I can damn well come in second place.

Settling on a black workout shirt and grey sweats, I head out to the balcony to watch Eren. He looks pretty hot. Both ways. So, I go back inside to get a water bottle.

I step back out and cock back the arm that holds the bottle. Then, making sure I'll get it right, I launch it straight at the brat.

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AN:

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