Online | Ereri (Incomplete, Funny Version)

Chapter 7

"Armin?" I called, sitting on the couch. Well, I wasn't sitting. I was upside down, but in a sitting position?

"What do you want this time, Jäger?" he replied, walking in with a can of Redbull. I sighed.

"Do you think Levi likes me?"

"How long has it been since you two talked?"

"A few days, I guess."

"Well maybe you should talk to him again, hmm?"

"Talking's overrated, though."

"So are Erwin's eyebrows but everyone checks those out."

"Armin you gay motherfucker."

"Says the one who just asked me if Levi liked him. Levi's personality is like a stone."

"What?"

"It's stony."

"Armin you gay motherfucker."

~time skip of wonder~

I sat down at my desk and logged on. It turned out some of my other YouTube friends were online as well. As soon as I got on, I got a message from Nanners asking if I wanted to play Gmod. Of course, I said yes. But Adam's a sly son-of-a-bitch, and always wins.

I was immediately added to a call by the name of "Wonder balls". I muttered a simple, over used fraise before answering.

"What the actual fuck."

~Another time skip because I'd just ramble~

"So, um, Max." Chilled laughed. "Should I find some Mexican music for you?"

"Stereotypical!" Max yelled. We were currently playing Trouble In Terrorist Town. I walked over to find that Max was in a kitchen.

"And will you be cooking some Mexican cuisine?"

"You know, there are a lot of Hispanic chefs who cook things other than Mexican food."

"But Mexican food is their specialty."

"You stereotypical bitch."

I walked around for a moment, and was entering a building when chilled started playing Mexican music. Adam, Mark, and I began to laugh.

"You know what? I'm just gonna embrace the stereotype."

"Okay, Max, tell us when you're gonna come out and I'll throw a smoke bomb." Aidan's avatar held a grenade-like object, which I could distinguish well enough to know that it was, in fact, a smoke bomb.

Max made his way behind the kitchen, and then said "okay."

"3.... 2.... 1..." Adam counted down after throwing a bomb and a cloud of smoke engulfed the kitchen. A silhouette walked out and began to jump around.

"Buenos días everyone! Welcome to," Max's voice got slightly deeper, "Latin fire."

We all laughed as he continued.

"So what would you like me to cook for you today?"

"Something spicy!" Mark called, and Max complied.

"Ooh, I love it, such fire!"

"Yeah, make some tacos!" Adam called, and I laughed when Max went silent.

"You know what? Fuck it. I'm not putting on this stereotype bullshit."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Adam chanted, and I automatically knew he was a traitor. Walking up to him, I pulled out my Deagle and shot him in the head. Everyone laughed as he made grumpy-grump noises.

(I DONT KNOW ROLL WITH IT)

Sooner or later, we all had to get going for reasons. I watched over the recording, did some editing, and let it render. Whilst rendering, I opened Skype. There was a message from Levi.

Brat, we need to talk.

I was quite confused. That was something you said when you broke up with someone. We're not dating.

Eren.exe has stopped working.

Uh, about what?

Us.

I got nauseous and giddy at the same time, but decided to play it cool.

What "us"?

You know exactly what I mean.

I frowned.

No I don't, that's why I'm asking.

I've been talking to Armin lately, you see, and he's told me some things.

I gasped. He wouldn't.

I sighed and decided that it was all or nothing. It's either I told Levi or lose him as a friend. We'd just met, yet I'd already grown so attached to him.

I liked Levi a lot. He was twice my age. He was monotone. He was serious. But did any of that matter?

Calm yourself, Eren. You can do this.

I really like you, Levi.

I heard a small beep, telling me that my video had saved and went to upload it. That took me about an hour, and Levi still hasn't replied.

Hello?

5 more minutes: still no reply.

Are you still there?

Another 5: no answer.

Heichou?

I waited 10 more minutes, but Levi had yet to respond. I sighed.

Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?

The voices, they spat at me.

"Of course you did, you gay faggot."

I nearly cried before I heard the respond noise. Relief and joy flooded over me as I read his reply.

I like you too.

I realised what had just happened and began to jump for joy.

Literally.

"ARMIN ARLERT GET YOUR BUBBLE BUTT IN HERE RIGHT NOW." I screamed. He ran in with his can of Redbull, now seemingly empty.

"JESUS CRUST ARMIN HE LIKES ME!" I squealed. Armin sat down at my desk and read the chat. He looked up and smiled at me.

"Looks like you've got yourself a boyfriend."

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It's five AM. Fuck me in the anal cavities man.

I did mean Jesus crust.