Chapter 22
It's been three months since the night of the fight between Levi in Peter in front of Eren. Things had been going great for everyone. Levi had met all of Eren's friends and was on good terms with them...well most of them. They had a week until school started and Mikasa was coming home that today.
Eren was giddy with excitement. Mikasa was coming home and to celebrate Connie was throwing a party at his house, since he would use any excuse to throw one.
"Eren, calm down. She's going to be here soon." Armin smiled up at him, resting an arm on his shoulder. "I know you miss her a lot. And now she gets to meet Levi."
Levi. Eren spent practically his whole summer with the guy. They had formed a pretty close bond but Eren couldn't shake his feelings. He still like Levi, but he was still with Joey. Joey. If it was even possible he had become more of an asshole to Eren, to the point that he could actually stand Jean. Joey also has become more violent, hitting Eren where the bruises wouldn't show. He thinks that Eren has been spending too much time with Levi and has been getting jealous and angry. But no matter what Joey did, Eren wasn't staying away from Levi.
"Is Levi coming?" Eren shook his head. "He'll be at the party tonight."
"Great!" There was a knock on the door. "It's her!" Armin bolted over to the door and opened it, revealing a Mikasa standing there with her suitcase.
"Hey guys." She came in and as soon as the door shut her arms were around the two boys. "So how were my two favorite fellas? Did you get in any trouble Eren?"
"No Mikasa, I've been a good boy." He lead them over to the couch and they all sat down. "Good. And I assume you've been studying, Armin?"
"Of course! And Eren really had been good. I think Levi has something to do with it."
"Ah yes, Levi. I assume I'll be meeting him?" Her eyes had darkened slightly. "Of course. He's going to be at the party Connie is throwing." Mikasa nodded. "Good."
"But before all that, tell us all about the trip!" Armin said enthusiastically.
Mikasa spent the hours leading up to the party telling them all about her summer in Europe. And they told her all about their summer at home. When 9pm rolled around Armin spoke up.
"We should get going. Everyone is probably at Connie's by now." They nodded and stood up, locking up the house and walking to Connie's. He lived in the very back of the neighborhood so it would take them a good 15 minutes to make it over.
"Do you think he broke in his parent's liquor cabinet again?" Mikasa and Eren nodded. "Of course he did. And I'm pretty sure Sasha has probably eaten all the food."
"That girl had the appetite of fifty linebackers." Armin nodded. "You got that right. Where does she even put it all?"
"She is on the cross-country team so she burns it off anyway." They all agreed to that statement as they walked up to Connie's front door. They could hear music and yelling. "Yup, alcohol."
Mikasa sighed and knocked on the door. It swung open and they were greeted with a drunk Connie. The dark skinned, buzz haired boy cracked a wide smile. "Mikasa! Armin! Eren!" He pulled them all in, shutting the door. "Hey everybody! They're here!"
Mikasa was instantly swept away by her group of girls that consisted of Christa, Ymir, Annie, and Sasha. Probably to go talk about...well, everything.
"Armin!" They turned heads to see Marco coming over to them. Marco was pretty tall with black hair and an obscene amount of freckles. "You have to come see Reiner and Bert. They're getting into a shot battle. Come on." Instantly Armin was also swept away, leaving Eren alone, per usual. Everybody was in their groups.
There was another knock at the door so Eren decided to answer it. When he opened the door he saw Levi standing there. "Great, I got the right house. What's up brat?" Levi walked in, looking around. "Where is everybody?"
All the guys are in the back and the girls in the kitchen.
"Ah..." He faced Eren. "I came to meet Mikasa, like you wanted."
Let me go get her.
Eren left and soon returned with Mikasa in tow. God girls were ruthless over friends.
"You must be Mikasa." Mikasa nodded. "You must be Levi."
There was a long silence between them as they analyzed, looking over each other. Both were trying to figure each other out before even communicating.
"So Levi, what do you think of Eren?"
Eren's eyes widened at the question. Why was she asking that?
"He's a decent brat." Mikasa obviously didn't like that answer. She didn't know Levi like Armin did. He knew of Levi's hard personality and resilience, but Mikasa knew of no such knowledge.
"Decent brat? Strong words coming from a native to munchkin land."
Levi's expression darkened. "I don't fucking appreciate jabs at my height." Venom was dripping from his voice but Mikasa didn't back down.
"The little one has a temper? I guess we know which dwarf you are." That was a low hit.
Eren instantly pulled Mikasa away from Levi, showing her into a guest room.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
"He called you a decent brat! A brat!"
That's his name for me. You know a nickname?
"That's a shitty nickname Eren. And decent?"
He has a hard time showing what he actually feels. You wouldn't know that because you don't know him.
"He acts like he has a stick up his ass!"
That's just his personality. Why do you always do this? Every time! You're too critical of people when it comes to me. I barely got you to like Joey!
"Because I want to protect you Eren!"
I'm growing up Mikasa. I don't need protection!
"Yes you do! Because as much as you don't want to admit it: you need protecting. And I'm the only one who can do it."
Levi protects me.
"What?" She stared at the screen in dumbfound disbelief. "That asshole?"
He's not an asshole. And yes, he does. Since you've been gone I've practically spent the summer with him. And he's been the one to take care of me. Along with Hanji, our friend.
Eren was pissed off at her. How dare she just jump to conclusions! She doesn't have the right to-
"EREN!" The voice rang out loud and clear and all commotion and noise stopped. It was an angry and commanding voice. Joey.
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