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Eren
It was Saturday morning and I was sleeping off the drinks I took at Connie's party from the night prior. Of course Mikasa had to be a little shit and wake me up.
"Eren, wake up."
I mumbled a no and roll over to the other side of the bed.
Things where silent for a while so I started to drift off. That of course didn't work out. Mikasa, who had probably been staring at my back for the past 5 minutes got on my bed and brought her lips to my ear.
"I said wake up, Eren. I'm giving you till the count of three. One....."
I threw myself off the bed, my foot getting tangled in the sheets so I ended up with my upper body on the carpeted floor and my feet on the bed.
"I'm up I'm up! Fuck!"
My sister smiled at me and walked slowly out of the room.
When she was gone, I turned to look out my window and........and saw the most beautiful specimen I have ever laid my eyes on.
The house in my neighborhood where close together, so I could yell out of my kitchen window at Marco during breakfast (which I totally did). The block consisted of Marco to my left, Ymir straight across, Sasha was two houses to the left, and Reiner was right next to Marco. The rest of my friends lived in the "rich part" of Trost.
Anyways, back to the angel next door. A short blond boy was walking around the room that had been vacant for the past two months. The boy had long hair (for a guy) tied back in a small pony tail, the hay colored strands shining in the morning light. The boy's pink lips twisted into a soft smile as he turned to place a map on the blue walls. The boy being short, stood on his tip toes to tack the map giving me a wonderfully amazing view of his perky little butt.
Music drifted out of the kids open window, some indie hipster Shit that had him swaying his little hips and singing along in the sweetest voice I've ever heard.
"I'm just a believer that things will get better...."
I couldn't help but smile, this boy was adorable. After a few more seconds I realized how creepy I was being staring at him and turned around in search of a shirt and pants. After a while I gave up and was about to go down and eat breakfast in my boxers.
Before I could I turned around, ready to close my window when my eyes meet a pair of bright cornflower blue ones. The boy was standing at his window as well staring at me, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. The music in his room had changed into slow sexy like song, fitting considering the tension in the air as his eyes trailed over my naked chest and face in a hungry manner.
"What do you think beautiful? Like what ya see?"
The boy smiled.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do."
We continue our stare off until a female voice calls the boy's name. The blond throws me one last smile and turns to leave.
Armin
I was positively beaming when I reached my sister at the bottom of the stairs.
Krista lifted a thin blond eyebrow.
"What's got you all happy?"
I breezed past her, nothing would ruin this moment for me, not even Krista' s New found cynicism.
"Not all of us are mad about this move you know."
My twin rolled her blue eyes. She was bitter over our parents recent divorce and the fact that she wouldn't be starting high school with her friends back home. It was strange seeing my sister like this, she's usually a sweetheart.
"Yeah but some of us actually had lives back home."
Ouch that was a low blow. I wasn't exactly the most outgoing back home in Massachusetts, but here, things would be different.
"Krista. Please just try to be happy here, you know things are hard for dad. Don't make things worse."
My sister looked down at her feet.
"Your right Armin, I'm sorry."
I smiled at my sister, holding my hand out to her. Together we made our way to the kitchen where my father was attempting to make breakfast. Emphasis on "attempting". The bacon was burning in the pan and the pancakes on the table looked toxic. My dad turned to look at us when we walked in.
"Hello children, your breakfast shall be completed in approximately 1.5 minutes."
Krista and I shared a look when my father turned back to the frying pan
"Why don't you start again and this time we'll help you dad?"
Our father let out a relived sigh.
Erwin Smith was good at lots of things, cooking was not one of them.
The whole morning was a blur for me, the only thing I could focus on was the boy from the window. Green eyes, darkly tanned skin, and wild brown hair, the boy was perfect.
Yes, things would defiantly be different here.