Million Dollar Model

Chapter 6 - Stawberry-Lemon Margarita

Warning: Homophobia is in this chapter (Reasons are posted in AN)

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Levi pulled his car around front and parked near the valet. "Why are we here?"

"Just another publicity stunt. Plus I'm feeling generous, so shut the hell up." Levi got out his car and opened the door for Eren, shooting him a dark look. Once Eren was out, he told Eren to wait and walked to the valet. "If I find so much as a smudge of dirt from your filthy hands expect your-Mghm!"

"Please excuse him, he didn't get his midmorning nap." Eren tightened his grip around Levi's mouth as he pried the keys from his hand. "Thank you." Eren had to fight and struggle to drag Levi inside with his hand over his mouth. He mad it halfway before Levi's elbow connect with his stomach.

"The hell was that for?!" Eren exclaimed. He clinged onto his stomach as pain emerged.

"I don't know where the fuck you hand's been, don't put that shit in my mouth!"

Eren chuckled and smirked. "That's dirty Levi~"

"Oh real fucking mature, you shit. And if we actually have sex you're dick is going nowhere near me."

A blush mixing between embarrassment and desire painted Eren's cheek. He shrugged off Levi's words and said, "I'll never have sex with you. I don't like you anyway. Take a fucking joke."

Levi scoffed and laced his arm around Eren's wasit, ushering him into the restaurant. "I won't ever fuck you either, but that ass is still fine." They walked inside. The restaurant was bright lit, small chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The tables were all covered with white soft cloths. Laughter and conversations mixed together with the band playing on the small stage. Eren looked around rapidly and scoffed. He nudged Levi gently.

"What brat?" he asked quietly. "Is this going to be a pain in the ass establishment? Because I can't stand rich snobs."

Levi shrugged. "I don't think so. I've eaten here before with Hanji, Erwin, Petra, and Auruo."

Eren remained silent as a host approached them. "Do you have a reservation?"

"No," Levi said. He took a step forward releasing his grip around Eren. "I'd like to make a reservation tonight for 7:19."

"That's... in one minuet?"

"That's the point." Levi deadpanned.

The man rolled his eyes. "Sir, you can't do that. You need to make a reservation ahead of time. This isn't a walk in restaurant."

Levi groaned and rolled his eyes. Before he could get a word out, Eren tugged at his sleeve and said, "It's okay, we don't have to eat here. We can get McDonalds or something."

Levi raised a brow and turned to the man, digging into his pocket and pulling out at least three hundred dollars in cash. "Will this cover the troubles?"

"I-Ah... yes sir, follow me, right this way." Eren was awestruck. Honestly, it was like the only way to get what you want is to buy it. Seriously. Eren really hates rich spoiled people. How could Levi call Eren a brat?

They were lead to a table around back near the mini bar. The host watched Levi pull Eren's chair out and sneered at the sight, obvious disgust on his face. He left without a word and Levi took his seat.

"We didn't have to come here." Levi waved him off as he read over the menu. "Don't worry about it. And order whatever you want."

"Are you sure?"

"You know, I really hate when people ask me that annoying ass question. If I wasn't sure on my decision, I wouldn't have suggested it."

Eren sighed and looked over the menu.

Blanquette de Veau - 45.29

Soupe à L'oignon - 30.99

Boudin Noir Aux Pommes - 50.20

Poulet Basquaise - 39.99

Gigot D'Agneau Pleureur - 62.43

Eren set down his menu. What the fuck was this bullshit they listed on the menu? And the prices?! He would have to sell his soul if he brought more than two items. Why the hell couldn't they just go to McDonalds like Eren suggested?! At least he wouldn't need to chop his arm off on the spot or get thrown in jail for failing to pay up. And at least at a fast food chain he would be aware of what he's eating.

The only thing he could recognize was simple desserts like cheesecake and chocolate moose. He also knew what red wine is and a few margaritas here and there but anything besides that, not a chance.

A waiter walked up to their table and exchanged looks between Eren and Levi. He cleared his throat gathering their attention. "Have you decided what you'll like?" Eren noticed the man was heavily focused on him and Levi seeing this, took his hand and squeezed it.

"I would hope you're not staring at my Eren,"

The waiter knitted his brows. "Of course not, sir," he looked at Levi. "Your meal for tonight?"

" Piperade and Tartiflette for the both of us."

"What I don't want that! I don't even know what that is!"

"Trust me, brat. You'll like it. It's nothing too over the top."

"And drink?" his eyes wandered back over to Eren. Taking in his appearance with a sour look on his face. Levi raised a brow. "Eren, why don't we switch seats? This simple-minded fool can't seem to figure out who's who."

The man snapped his attention back to Levi. "Why is this child with you?"

"Child? I'm nineteen for fucks sake!"

"I refuse to service you."

"Why is that?"

"...I don't accept homosexuality." The man spit back bitterly. His words were like glass. Blunt glass that couldn't cut through Levi's feelings. But it did make Eren uncomfortable hearing such slurs. Levi looked up clearly unphased by the man.

"Is that so?"

"Yes sir."

Levi nodded, licking the front of his teeth and glancing over to Eren. "I see. Well I hope you won't have a bitch fit-" He leaned over the counter, pulling Eren's tie and forcing him to his lips, his words gracing the other's lips. "If I do this." Their lips met. He noticed Eren's wide eyes and red cheeks and in response, he rolled his and looked over to the waiter who looked like a volcano wanting to erupt. He laughed inwardly and broke off from Eren's lips, a dark smirk sweeping across his face as Eren took a staggered step back into his seat. Eren let out a cracked hoarse noise and growled quietly.

"Why do you look so shocked? We've done it "plenty" of times before." Levi said, he licked his lips and turned his attention to the waiter. "Now, I paid a fuck ton of money on the spot just to sit down and enjoy a meal with my boyfriend. I don't give a fuck how "homosexual" Eren and I may be and I most certinally do not give a flying fuck if you have something against it. I paid to enjoy a meal and I expect to get a meal."

"I refuse to serve you. It's repulsive."

"Ahh, I hope its not as repulsive as waiting in the unemployment line in the Sina District. This does seem like a well-paying job. I hope you wouldn't mind giving it up to someone more deserving of your "well-earned title."

The man growled, snatching the menu from the table. "Right away sir..."

Eren looked up, his fingers running across his lips as his face burned with anger. "What the fuck was that?"

"A bullshit kiss and homophobic waiter who needs a foot up his ass." Levi replied nonchalantly. He blinked as he listened to Eren's rant.

"Don't act like a fucking smartass, why the hell would you do that?! What fucking possessed you to do that!?"

"...Me."

"God fuck, Levi! You're pissing me off!"

"No I'm not. You're pissing yourself off like a spoiled brat." Eren took his seat defeated. Levi was a stubborn, sarcastic old man who enjoyed messing with Eren and starting shit. Eren wanted to storm out the restaurant but at the same time, he didn't want to make a scene. Making a scene eans drawing attention and attracting attentions means annoying paparazzi.

"Are you seriously pissing yourself over this?"

Eren rolled his eyes. "We're not dating, fucker. Did you forget this stupid deal already?" He yelled hushed.

"No, I didn't forget. And it was a stupid thirty-second kiss that didn't mean shit. Grow a pair and grow the hell up already. You're nine-fucking-teen. You'all be twenty in who knows how long-"

"I'll be twenty March 30th next year."

"Thanks for the info, fuckface. You're going to be a twenty year old virgin crying in his room because of one little kiss. That's really fucking stupid. It's a complete waste of your life."

"Fuck you."

"A little life lesson Eren: Cry like a bitch, build a bridge and get the fuck over it."

"Why the hell are you telling me this? You're the one who ran out the fucking room at Petra's party-" Eren's tie was pulled and he was forced to stare Levi in the eye. The man's glare was intimidating as fuck.

It was like a gun was cocked and loaded and to Eren's head. As if a cold barrel was grazing his skin; one pull and he's done for. But like hell Eren was stepping down from him. "Listen here you little shit, I don't know who the fuck you think you are but you don't know shit about Petra and I's history so don't start spewing shit about shit you don't know shit about. Got that?"

Eren nodded and pushed Levi off him. A waiter came around with their food, placing it in front of them. "Your drinks?" he asked darkly.

"Cabernet sauvignon, water for him,"

"I fucking hate you." Eren spat picking at the gooey white cheese on the plate.

Levi smirked. "Don't we all?" When the waiter left, Eren asked. "What is this?"

"The one on the right is Tartiflette, it's potato with melted cheese, lardons and onion. The other is Piperade. "

"What's lardons?"

"French bacon."

"Oh... oh." Eren picked at the potato with his fork and blew it off before eating it. The cheese melting deliciously in his mouth. The waiter came back with two wine glasses, a violet wine bottle and a glass filled with ice water.

"Anything else?"

"Some more of this stuff!" Eren blurted.

"Oi, take it easy," Levi poured himself some wine before saying. "If we need you, we won't hesitate to call."

The two ate in silence for a little. Eren was half way through his meal when Levi interrupted. "Not that it's any of your business but I'll tell you about Petra and It's history."

"...Okay."

"When I left the dinner that night I was jealous of Auruo. Petra and I were once in love and she was everything I'm not. She was happy, smiling, caring, and a potential wife. I decided to propose to her January 21st two years ago,"

"Did you guys get divorced?"

"...We never married. We never got engaged."

"Oh."

"She said she wasn't ready. She didn't believe we were compatible so we broke off and remained friends till this day. I still harbor feelings for her but-"

"Then why did you start this controversy between you and me?" Levi shrugged and chewed his food. "Because I wanted to."

"Is that why you have a shitty outlook on life?"

"Not really. It affected my perspective on life but not the main reason. That day it made me realize life's a bitch and sometimes it won't go your way."

"I know... I've been there before..."

"I doubt that." Levi set his glass down and leaned back.

Their conversation carried on with sarcastic remarks and regular topics they usually talked about with occasional flirting. When they finished their food, Eren ordered desert. Eren ordered a strawberry-lemon Marguerita topped with whipped cream and chocolate drizzle strawberries while Levi sat back sipping on his wine happily.

Their meal ended with a colorful, rather... imaginative profanity to the waiter as well as an unexpected ass slap via Levi. When the valet brought Levi's car around, Eren got inside and snuggled into the passenger's seat with a flustered, livid expression. He heard soft chuckles from Levi and snorted.

"So same place tomorrow, right?" He asked in a sardonic tone.

"We're not allowed back in that shitty place. Why would you molest me in the middle of the restaurant?"

The man scoffed. "It's not molestation if you like it," he pulled at Eren's cheek. "Stop blushing, brat." Eren slapped Levi's hand away. He didn't respond. Instead, he rested his head against the door, watching the dimly lit Titan Chronicle sign coming into view. His hair tickled his face as Levi's car slowed down then stopped. "Alright brat," Eren lifted his head. "Get the fuck out."

Eren scoffed and opened the car door. "Good night to you too, geezer."

As Eren walked inside, the small chime sounded. The lights downstairs were off but small light upstairs laminated the staircase. He noticed his mom was asleep so he decided to head to his room and strip himself of his suit. He swapped out the formal clothing and traded it for bed pants and a faded Get Scared shirt. He yawned as he sat down his computer and ran his hands through his hair.

As he turned on his computer, his phone rang.

1 New Message.

Levi: Goodnight, brat.

Eren laughed and smiled. Maybe Levi wasn't that bad.

A/N: Aha! They kissed!... even though it was for shits and giggles... fuck you, Levi. Anyhow, a really good friend of mine is gay and his name is Isiah. Today, we visited the hospital and after that we decided to get DD for lunch (since he likes their grilled cheese sandwiches and iced tea) and when we got there, the employee kept giving him bad looks because he dresses freely with bright colors and print. (Lol, he's my inspiration to this fanfic.) And the man didn't want to service us and kept saying it's a disgrace to be gay.

I used Levi and Eren as a demonstration to many people's stupidity. Unfortunately, we didn't get grilled cheese sandwiches and instead made pizza rolls at home :P

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NOTE: THIS STORY DOESNT BELONGS TO ME. :3

P.S: By the way I published a new story "Partners". Not mine, of course. I took it from Fanfiction.net, WITH permission. It's as awesome -probably better- than this story "Million Dollar Model". So... you guys have to check it out! Surveycorpsjean writes really good. ^_^