Rock your world (ereri)

Horseface to the rescue

After leaving the hotel EREEN WANDERED AROUND THE STREETS TRYING TO age exactly where he was he had never been to this part of Shinashina before, hell it was pretty obvious why. The hotels were al 5* and probably cost more to sleep in for one night than he would ever earn in his entire life. The few houses around were also more like the hotel he had just stumbled out of and were defiantly property of the rich and famous.

So who had that guy been?

Eren's thoughts wandered back to the mystery man who had saved him. Surely if he was rich enough to stay in that sort of hotel he wouldn’t have cared about some like life fuck up such as himself. As he walked around Eren's overactive imagination became active again and had begun to form what he could assume was a relatively accurate image of the ma- no Levi.

Short, defiantly short, must have been at least 10 cm sorter than me, but he was defiantly packing some muscle.

Eren remembered how the man’s muscles moved underneath his t-shirt. It was obviously lean muscle; it didn’t make Levi look ridiculas in the sense of it looking like someone else’s head on a stupidly large body.

Back to imagining the man. Eren pictured the raven black hair and how it was cut into a punkish undercut style with longer hair hanging over the top and just a few front strands brushing his eyes.

I bet he’s a god in bed; he looked like the dominating type.

Oh yeah- there was one more thing you should know about Eren. He was gay as a rainbow. Eren had figured it out when he was 14. Age 14, the time when hormones made their presence known and boy did they want attention. Whilst most of the boys in Eren’s class were getting boners over the girl’s boobs bouncing in the gym next to theirs Eren had found his attention drawn to the way some of the other boy’s muscles moved and how the sweat glistened off their back when they got changed. Eren himself hadn’t been scared over his self-discovery and had quite calmly accepted the fact that he likes dicks not chicks. He knew for a fact that his friends would have accepted him seen as there was already the well-known lesbian couple of Christa/ Historia ( who was an absolute angle, but one you defiantly didn’t want to get on the wrong side of) and her not so much an angle but equally terrifying girlfriend Yimir. It was also pretty obvious at the time that Marco aka freckled Jesus had quite the crush on his best friend jean.

Speaking of friends Eren was in great need of one right now. He was completely stranded after all. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his ancient and cracked mobile. Looking through his contacts he had to decide on which would be best and not ask too many questions as to why he looked like he had just been mugged.

Armin- nope, too cleaver, he would definitely ask questions. And maybe figure out the reason.

Mikasa- definitely not. She would kill me, bring me back to like then demand answers, and then kill me again.

Yimir or Christa- I don’t even want to know what they’d be doing

Both Reiner and Berthold were away at a rugby match.

Marco- no, he can’t keep his mouth shut and would probably force me to the hospital.

Ah horseface- this could work.

After clicking on jean/horseface's number Eren wandered over to a park bench and waited for him to pick up. After 2 failed tries Eren hung up and just stared at his phone. His eyes flicked up to the time in the top right hand corner-8:17-well no wonder he isn’t answering, he’s probably still dead to the world. After a last try Eren decided to leave a quick message on voicemail.

‘ urmm, h-hey jean, it me- well obviously- anyway I need some help so could you call me back when you can. Alright, yea-h thanks, bye.’

After leaving the message Eren shoved his phone back in his back pocket and decided that if there was no response by 9 he would just have to call a cap and use whatever money he had saved to pay for it.

It had only been a few minutes after leaving the message that Eren felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. Fishing it out of his jeans he saw ‘horseface’ written across the top. He quickly clicked the answer button and waited for the yelling that would more than likely assault his ears any second.

‘ern this had better be fucking important, if it isn’t I’m going to kick my foot so far up your skinny ass your dentist will be picking out toenails for the next six months.’

Eren gave a small laugh at the sounds of jeans groggy morning voice and the grumpy insult that had been thrown his way.

‘Actually I’d say this is pretty important.’ jeans demeanour changed as Eren said the next few words. ‘It happened again’

Eren could hear the sudden alertness in Jeans voice. ‘Shit how bad? Wait he hasn’t found out has he?’

‘What? Oh no he hasn’t. And it not too bad, let’s just say I’ve had worse.’

‘Then why are you calling me, not to be rude or anything but I was enjoying my sleep.’

I-i-I’m, urg I’m lost. That’s why!’

‘What do you mean you're lost? Not even you are that thick to get lost in your own hom-house’ Jean thought he had saved himself in time but Eren had heard his slip up. The house Eren lived in hadn’t been his home for many years now. Not since that day.

‘I’m not at home you baka, I’m at a place called “Cargos Course walk”, I’m sitting in some park looking like a homeless tramp surrounded by billionaires and I really need a lift. You know you’re the only one that can see me like this.’

‘I know I know, I’m putting the place in my phone now. I just wish I didn’t have to do this Eren, and I don’t mean pick you up. I wish you weren’t in a situation where you need me like this, Eren.

Before Eren could get another word in Jean had hung up the phone and was quite obviously on his way.

Jean was the only other person in the world that knew of his situation, but not even he knew just how bad it was getting. And if he did Eren was sure he would call the cops on Grishda.  

well i sruggled so much with this chapter! next time we find out how Jean know of eren like. 

ps. sorry about the lack on levi!!