A Fanboy And A Dollar (Ereri)

Prologue

Eren's P.O.V:

The big city.

The bright lights.

A cool, winter night.

All of those elements combined to make a nice stroll through New York. People still stumbling their way around the crowded sidewalks. Calling taxis, and bidding farewells to friends.

Some people dislike this, but I have grown accustomed to it. Making a fair amount of friends.

I am thirteen, and my sister is fourteen. She is very protective over me, and could throw any man down in an instant if he dare lay a finger on me in any harmful manner.

Once a week, I would visit some people I had made friends with. They were all homeless, but were very kind. All of the ones I knew were in a minority group. And sometimes, I would meet a new friend there. Handing out some of my extra cash to them as gifts.

"Hey Mikasa, can you get me a soda in 7-Eleven?" I asked as innocently as possible. Knowing my friends were very near there. She nodded. "Okay, I'll wait outside."

She didn't seem to like the idea of me being outside.

"Wait, Mikasa?" I called out. Making her stop mid-way in to the 7-eleven. "Find me a Coca-Cola-Pepsi."

She nodded, and I hid a smirk. Knowing very well there wasn't anything called Coca-Cola-Pepsi being sold at the moment.

When she was safely inside, I slyly snuck over to the large, abandoned building. Smiling when I saw most of my friends either sleeping, or on watch.

"Oh, Eren. Welcome to our humble home," Hannes greeted.

I nodded in response and my warm grin only widened when I saw Kuklo had returned from his long journey. His reddish-brown hair quite outgrown and matty, and his right eye clenched shut.

"Hey, Kuklo?"

The elder teen hummed in response.

"What happened to your eye?"

He glared at me. Facing away from my gaze, and everyone else's. "I don't want to talk about it."

I dropped the subject. Noticing someone I had never seen before. A small person with a black beanie covering raven hair. His face cast downwards.

"Hello. My name is Eren. What's yours?" I asked. Revealing a crumpled one dollar bill in my hand to him.

The person looked up at me. His steely eyes meeting mine before flickering back down to the badly wrinkled bill in my possession.

"My name isn't important to you," he responded. His voice sounding much older than he appeared. The boy looked around my age.

"Uh, well, it matters to me!" I said enthusiastically. Gently shaking the money in my hand. "You can have it."

The boy hesitantly plucked the green paper from my my hand. Holding it by his fingernails as he studied it.

"Are we friends now?" I asked happily. Watching him fit the bill in his pants pocket.

"Sure."

I noted the goosebumps on his bare arms, and begun slipping off the really large hoodie I received as a present. Handing it to him.

"I can't take this," he responded with a heavy sigh. Pushing it away.

"You need it more than I do," I persisted. Placing it in his lap.

Saying nothing more, he tugged it on to his scrawny body. The hoodie being a lot larger on him than me.

"Thank you, Eren," he said. A faint smile tugging at his lips.

"No problem."