(A/N: yay new story! Now this will be a warning for the entire story. It will have violence, language, trauma...ya know all that good stuff. I got inspiration from a story off another website. If you want to know said story message me. Anyway I hope you enjoy!)

As the young teen walked down the street he couldn't help but breathe in the cool night air after a blistering hot summer day. He had once again snuck out of the house, like his workaholic dad would care. Constantly on business at the hospital or on trips. The man didn't even bother making time for his son anymore! But Eren didn't care, he was content all the same.

Eren crossed the dark street and entered the park. The park. His favorite place he goes every night. Sometimes he would bring his violin or guitar with him but not tonight. He just wanted to be alone with the moon.

He crossed over and smiled widely, dashing to the swing set. He sat on the very first one and gently swung. This set held so many happy memories, no matter how many times they would refurbish it. Eren sighed happily, the cool air whipping up his chestnut-brown hair lightly as he swung and fingers wrapped around the cold chain.

He pulled his phone out and looked at the time. 1:30am. A faint smile crept on his lips. He was like an owl, as his mother used to call him. When the moon was up, Eren was up. For as long as he could remember he was like that. That's why school bothered him so much.

As he lost himself in train of though he didn't notice another person standing across from him under the lamp light. The person, a teen like Eren, walked over to where he was. "Why are you out so late?"

Eren jumped slightly and looked up at the unknown person. He looked to be around his age, with ink black hair, stone grey eyes with deep circles, slender face, and a very short height. He probably had four inches on him.

"Are you going to answer me?" The unknown person asked again in a monotone voice, face stoatic but he could see slight curiosity and annoyance in his eyes.

Eren continued to look at him, not saying a word. It's not like he didn't want to respond but he hadn't talked in five years and he wasn't going to start now. He unlocked his phone and went into notes, typing his message. He raised it up to the male's face.

I don't talk.

The guy rolled his head. "Why? can you not talk or something? Some kinda medical condition?" Eren shrugged and typed again.

Why would I tell a stranger? Why are you even here?

"Why are you here?" He countered, gaze gone steely.

I'm here for fresh air.

One of the many benefits of typing messages was that he could lie through his fingers and no one would know. Besides that's was part of the reason.

"I'm here for the hell of it. My stepdad won't notice anyway." He casually sat on the swing next to him. "What's your name?" Eren quickly typed the message.

Eren. I live a few minutes away from here. What's your name?

"You live here? I just moved here a week ago. All the way from my old shit town in California." He kicked the dirt. Eren smiled slightly.

Welcome to Charlotte then.

"Thanks I guess." He scowled. Does this guy ever smile? A buzz came from the teen's back pocket and he pulled it out, fiddling on it for a bit. As he messed with it he asked Eren a question. "What grade are you in? I'm a gonna be a Junior."

I'm gonna be a Sophomore. You going to local high school?

He nodded. "Yeah. At least I've got all summer." He sighed and stood up, tucking the phone back in his pocket. "I gotta go." He pointed to Eren's phone. "Let me see it."

Eren handed it over and after a few seconds he got it back. "Bye." He walked off, leaving Eren alone. I didn't even get his name. He looked down at the phone and became stunned.

Levi Rivaille

(XXX) XXX-XXXX

He gave me his number? I barely know him. Why would he...? Eren shook it off and sighed, standing up. It was past two and he needed to get home. As he walked home he couldn't help but think about this 'Levi' person. A year older than me yet he's so short! And he conveyed no emotion at all..... But he is kinda cute. He shook his head and cleared those thoughts. I'm just surprised he took to my non-speaking thing so easily. Most people look at him all freaky.

Eren stopped in front of a large, normal looking brick house, his house. A giant tree stood in his yard and he quickly climbed up it and hopped onto the roof, shifting carefully over to the unlocked window and slipped I'm his room, shutting it with a soft thud.

He plugged his phone into his desktop to charge and changed into more comfortable clothing. He glanced around his room. It was pretty sizable but a mess. He hated cleaning.

Going over to his bedside he flipped open his laptop, the desktop mainly for school, and pulled up iTunes. He selected a playlist he made that was solely violin and guitar pieces. The volume on low he patted to his feet over to the light switch by the door and turned it off.

Crawling into bed he couldn't help but continue his thought train on the guy he met in the park, thinking about it until he fell asleep.

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