AN:
OK! I have a friend that has been on my ass about this *ahem ahem @animelover_zeor ahem ahem* so here is chapter 3! Hope y'all like it! And don't forget to check out my other book, "The Issue". It is not a sequel to this, it's just a different book. Enjoy!
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Eren's POV
Luckily, I got home without any issue. No neighbor dogs chasing me, no homeless people following me, it was a pleasant walk home.
Walking up the small walkway, I reach under my shirt to get the house key. Because I have been known to loose the keys often, I decided to put it on a string around my neck.
Unlocking the door and stepping inside, I notice that the living room is filthy. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a clean person. But even I have standards. And this house does not meet them. I already got all my homework done in study hall, so I go to the hallway closet and grab the cleaning supplies. After setting them on the coffee table, I start to pick up all the clothes that have somehow scattered themselves on the floor.
I pick up a whole basket of clothes, then put them all in the washer. Noticing that I'm almost out of soap, I write it down on the dry erase board I put on the front of the fridge.
Next step is what I hate doing most.
Dusting. My old enemy.
I don't have much furniture though, so it doesn't take that long. I only have a small couch, a coffee table, a small TV, and a book shelf in the corner. And the book shelf only has a couple things on it, like a couple books and two pictures. One of Mom, and one of Mom, Mikasa, and I.
It doesn't take me long to finish the rest of the room, and I think it looks pretty damn good. Then I walk into the kitchen and see the dishes.
"Fucking hell." I groan as I walk over to start washing them. It's not that I hate cleaning, because really I don't mind doing it. But I don't do it unless I absolutely have to.
It only takes me about an hour to finish the whole house, because it's not even that big. There's two bedrooms, and one bath, so it's actually kinda small. But it gives me freedom to do what I want. And, when I go out at night, I don't have to worry about a foster parent coming in my room to check on me, only to find out I'm gone. That happened a couple times, and they almost found out who I am. I'm not sure if I could go to jail for killing all these people, because technically it's self defense. But at the same time, I'm the one who is going out looking for this kind of thing.
There's not really anything to do, so I go to my room and lay on my bed. I jerk when my phone rings, and the number is unknown so I hesitantly answer.
"H-hello?"
A voice on the other end nearly blows my eardrums out. Yes. I said eardrums, as in both. It's that loud. "Eren! What are you doing? Oh, it's me, Armin, in case you didn't know. Anyway, I was wondering, can I come over and hang out? I mean, that is if you're not busy." It takes me a second to process all this. When I do, I answer the coconut much quieter.
"U-um...Right n-now I'm n-not d-doing anything...I-I guess you c-can come ov-over." I give my address.
Armin practically makes my ears bleed as he squeals in delight. "Yes! Hey, do you think that I could bring the others too?!"
I nod my head, then realize how much of a dumbass I am. "S-sure."
"Great! We'll be over in about half an hour! Bye!" I don't get the chance to say goodbye before he hangs up.
Well, at least I cleaned before he called. And I just went to the store yesterday, so I have plenty of food. I text Armin.
Do you want me to make some supper?
Almost instantly, he texts back.
It's really up to you. I'm so exited! But if you do cook, the only people coming are Erwin, Hanji, Levi, Mikasa, Annie, and me. The others were busy. :'(
Wait. Levi was coming?! Oh my gosh. Ok. Ok. I'll make what I know how to cook. Spaghetti. I hope that Levi likes pasta. Because other than cereal and grilled cheese, that's practically the only thing I know how to make.
I put water in a pot so it can start to boil. Then, after making the sauce, I drain the noodles. I've always like hamburger in my spaghetti, so I troll some up and put it in too.
It seems like a movie; as soon as I finish cooking, there's a knock on the door. Expecting Armin, I dry my hands as I answer the door. It's not Armin. At all. In fact, it's a much better looking person than Armin. It's Levi. He has on the same thing he wore at school. Somehow though, I don't know if it's because he's at my house or what, but he looks different.
I realize that I'm staring when he speaks.
"Well brat, are you just going to stand there or can we fucking come in?" Looking behind him, I see the others slowly piling out of what I'm assuming is his car. Without saying anything, I step aside and let Levi come in, along with everyone else.
When Levi sees what I have set out on the small table, his eyebrows raise. Armin translates for me.
"Levi loves pasta. You probably just won his heart." Levi only flips him the bird, then closes his eyes and makes a small noise when he takes a bite of it that I give him. "Now he thinks that the food tastes really good. He's like an open book, really, when you get to know him. Holy shit this is amazing!" Armin takes another bite and moans. Everybody else does too, except Annie. She just slightly closes her eyes, like Levi.
When everybody finishes and has seconds, we decide to watch a movie on Netflix. We pick Insidious, which was Mikasa's choice. We end up with Levi, Armin and I on the couch, with Erwin Mikasa and Annie on the floor in front of us. Of course, Armin has me next to Levi.
The movie doesn't seem too bad, until almost the end. Without knowing it, I have pressed myself against Levi. I don't know if I'm more surprised that this happened, or that he didn't immediately punch me in the face. But when I did realize what I was doing, I blushed brightly and tried to scootch away. But then Armin pressed against me, so it was like making a Levi sandwich, without him being in the middle.
When the movie was over, someone said they had to get home to make curfew. We had already spent about an hour eating, then another half hour trying to make everyone popcorn, and then we watched the movie. When I looked at the time, I was shocked to see it read eight o' clock. Someone's curfew was that early? Wow.
Like all cheesy movies, the hottie was the last one to get out. Catching me off guard, he plucked my phone out of my pocket and typed something into it. No way. Was he really giving me his number?! Oh. My. Gosh. Is it really possible for someone who kills others to fangirl, you ask? Why yes. Yes it is.
Levi hands me back my phone and our fingers touch with a spark. He leaves by saying, "See you later, brat."
Looking on my phone, I see he put his contact on, and he texted himself so he would have my number. Was it just autocorrect, or does it really say what I hope it says?
This is my brats number.
