The Sound of You - Ereri - (Boyxboy)

Chapter 1 (Test Run)

        Hey guys! Okay, so, I have been on Wattpad for a couple months now, and I'm in love with all the stories I read. I'm pretty good at writing essays, and I like writing my own little private stories, but I've never actually posted anything before. So I decided, why not try now? I'm pretty excited, this is my first actual story ever, and I don't even know if anyone will read it, but I'm excited to just put it out there. I hope you like it, and if you do, please tell me! If people actually read this and like it, I will continue it! Thanks, and enjoy! <3

        (By the way, this story will be boyxboy, so if you don't like, run now while you can still turn back! There will also be language- duh, it's LEVI- so bewareeeee <3)

LEVI'S POV

        No matter how hard I stared at my door, I just couldn't get it to explode in flames, and take the whole building with it. I ran my fingers through my messy hair, and glanced at the clock.

        6:23 AM

        "Shit..." I sighed and rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a soft thud, and rubbing my eyes with my palms. I stared daggers and fire at the ceiling, but that too denied me the joy of not having to face today. I sighed again, got up, and neatly made my bed. The blankets still smelled like the laundry soap I used to wash them last night, but I pulled the fabric cleaner out of the drawer in my nightstand and sprayed it down anyway. 

        I trudged over to the kitchen in the right corner of my spacious studio dorm room, and popped a piece of bread in the toaster on the island. I yawned for about the 4th time since I got up, a side effect of not sleeping at all last night, and hobbled back to the small dresser/vanity by my bed. Yes, it's a fucking vanity, and anyone to point it out to my face left with a nice bruise on theirs. I undressed and redressed in a white button down, black cardigan, and black and grey plaid pants, not bothering with the white suspenders hanging from my waist.

        After the familiar pop of the toaster, I quickly ate my toast, not bothering to put greasy, filthy butter on it, and ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I stared at myself blankly in the mirror, and silently cursed whoever's idea it was to take a morning class. Not that it mattered anyway; I was always awake this early anyhow.

        By the time I finally got out the door, I cursed to myself about being late. I had 5 minutes to get to my 7:00 AM class. Anyone who looked at me or tried to greet me received only a glare as I tried to focus on my feet, hitting the ground with each step I took. I was genuinely pissed off.

        I wasn't pissed off because people were so damn cheery this early in the morning, and I wasn't pissed because I was up so damn early in the morning. I was pissed because today, my room would no longer be my room. 

        "All because of that fucking witch," I grumbled out loud, receiving startled looks from those near to me. My sister, Mikasa, decided to tell my parents that I needed to stop living alone and socialize. She convinced them to stop paying for my own studio, and to only pay for a shared living space. Because of the fact that I had abso-fucking-lutley no money to pay for college until they died, I could hardly even protest.

        I almost felt bad for whoever the sorry ass was that was going to attempt living with me. I was definitely not going to make it easy. Then maybe I could live alone, because hey. If nobody WANTED to live with me, that's not MY fault. The sucker was probably going to be some annoying slob of a percussionist with dreads, here on a scholarship, believing they would be the next Mike Fuentes. He would probably-

        My train of thought was cut off as a door I had obviously been walking too close to flew open and slammed straight into my face. I stumbled backwards, knocking into someone behind me. They yelled at me, but quickly averted their eyes when I shot them a well practiced glare.