Band- it

Levi

The next day at school, for the first time he could remember, Eren avidly looked for Levi. In an attempt to avoid him, he tried to see him first. This proved difficult for the tall teenager. Levi being short blended in with the students. Eren was taller than most. So once again Levi startled him coming up behind him.

“Yeager, have lunch with me. Don’t go to the cafeteria I bought some stuff.” He grabbed Eren's sleeve. “Come on.” He dragged him out the school door that led into a small courtyard.

“Uh, Levi, I can't be here. This is only for Seniors.” Levi held out a pass.

“Don't worry, I have you covered.” He stated finding a picnic table under a tree as far away from the door as possible. Levi sat blocking Eren's escape route back into school. He laid out a spread of sandwich ingredients, a fruit salad and two iced teas. Telling Eren to make his own sandwich, Levi did the same. He repacked the stuff into a cooler for more space on the table.

“What do I need to bring tonight?” he asked. Eren looked confused. “For band practice!” Levi grouched.

“Uh, n nothing. I have all the equipment.” Eren stammered. Levi rolled his eyes with a loud sigh.

“Food, drinks?” he asked. Eren blinked they had never done that. “Oh forget it. I will just get pizza for us all.” He angrily bit into his sub. “What kind does everyone like?” he asked. Eren was briefly distracted by a group of girls talking loudly, giggly and pointing at them. Levi snapped his fingers in front of Eren's face.

“Pizza! How do you like it!” he yelled.

“Double cheese, pepperoni and bacon on half. Mikasa doesn't always eat the bacon.” Eren said.

“Got it. What about coffee orders. I don’t buy soda.” He said.

“Oh, uh Armin prefers tea with a bit of honey, but if you’re getting him coffee, only fill it ¾ up add the rest in cream and sugar. He drinks medicine not coffee.” Eren grouched. “Mikasa likes black tea or coffee nothing added. I like coffee with two cream one sugar. French vanilla if they have it.” He added. Levi wrote none of this down.

“Alright got it. Anything else they like, chips, dips?”

“Look you don’t have to bring all that honestly.”

“Chips, dips?” Levi looked up at him through his lashes and fringe of hair. Eren drew a quick breath. Those steely eyes were gorgeous. He must have let something slip when Levi blinked ending the spell.

“You think my eyes are pretty?” he demanded. “Fuck you, Yeager they are nothing compared to yours!” Eren blushed.

“Did I say that out loud?” he ducked his head.

“Yeah, ya did.” Levi felt like slapping the kid from looking away. He meant it about the boys eyes. They had been haunting his day dream, hell his dreams for over a week now.

“I'm not going to ask…”

“Yeah, yeah chips, dips!” Eren interrupted rudely.

“Fucking brat.” Levi muttered. Eren snorted but let it go. He was thinking how Levi was acting all mysterious and demanding. Dominating. The word flashed into Eren's mind making his face flame.

“What?” Levi asked. He knew the kid couldn’t be embarrassed by him calling him a brat.

“Nothing. Um Armin and I like just the wavy plain chips with French onion dip. Mikasa likes sour cream and onion or plain with salsa. So I guess just get some plain and salsa and onion dip.” Eren was thinking about chips now. The fruit salad he was eating wasn’t hitting his sudden craving for chips.