I have a life rule: keep moving. Never stop moving. And when people stop you? Run the fucker over and keep going. Never stop. I've been like this since I graduated high school. College wasn't a possibility for me with my grades. So my one choice? Get moving. I've moved everywhere. New York. Los Angelas. China. Colorado. Japan. Alabama. I never stop. My dad made an extensive bank out for me that funds my trips.

I haven't seen my family in three years. No mother. No father. No sister. No best friend. Just me, myself, and a ton of strangers. They don't even know where I have been or where I am. Of course with the bank account I could be tracked but my father has a certain respect for the fact that I hate him and never want to see him again, so he minds his own business as world famous doctor.

So where I am now? Paris. It's very beautiful here. Serene and rustic. The culture lights up at night and the people are truly beautiful. I was staying in a large hotel with a great view of the city. Currently I'm sitting at the wooden desk in front of the window with said view, Uploading pictures to my blog. That's right. I run a blog. An anonymous blog where I put all my pictures and document my world travels. I really enjoy doing it and could be on for hours. I even communicated with one of the people who reads my blog. He lives in Paris actually. Runs a blog of his own, which I happily follow as well. From what I know about him he is older than me but not by too too much.

I'd love to meet him in real-life but we don't even know each other's actual names or faces. Only our blog names. His is: paris-asshole. Yeah, it's unique but oddly suits him. Mine is: wanderlust-is-my-LIFE. Which it is. All I do is wander.

I sighed and pushed away from the desk, leaving my computer on so it can finish uploading a ton of pictures I just took of the city. All it's life and light mixed in with vintage beauty. Utter perfection is what this city is. I've only been here two days which is a very short amount of time. My next stop plans to be somewhere in the United States. Don't know where yet, but it'll be there. Maybe Vegas. Yeah, that would be fun. Sex and shame. Perfect title for that section of the blog. And now that I'm old enough to drink and gamble I might be able to enjoy myself a little.

After some thought I finally decided to abandon my laptop, grab my key and coat, and leave the hotel. It was boring being stuffed in that room for an entire day. I need to be around people, although that's quite odd because my social skills are complete shit. I get very nervous when talking to people and my words slur and stumble together. Not social anxiety, just social stupidity.

I exited the hotel and walked into the square. The square was a large area surrounded by a hotel, shops, cafes, coffee shops, and benches with a large fountain in the middle of it all. It was in the shape of a square, hence the name. I liked it here. It was calming and from what I could tell always busy so I had plenty of people to watch. I sat on the fountain ledge and observed all the people rushing by or sitting on the benches or going in and out of the many buildings. They were all talking, yelling, whispering, and probably cursing French to each other, themselves, or into cell phones. I didn't know much French. It was the one language that I never fully learned, not that I used it often enough to practice it. Sometimes I'll use it to communicate with my online buddy but since he knows English very well using French was a rarity in our conversation. So I only really understood simple phrases and most of what these people were speaking was so fast, skilled, and complex I didn't understand any of it. Not that I really want to anyway. I don't care what people have to say. Only truly what they do.

Suddenly someone rammed straight into me, causing both of us to fall into the freezing fountain behind me. Good thing my phone was left in my hotel room. Needless to say: I was shocked. And whoever it was who ran into me: was pissed. When I emerged from the water the man who caused us both to fall was scanning the crowd before yelling something, most likely very colorful and creative, in French.

The man was beautiful, even picture worthy n his sopping wet state. His face was angular and every detail was sharp. From his incredibly accurate thin eyebrows to his cold eyes and uniform pale lips. Even his nose was sharp. His hair was in an undercut style and was split straight down the middle. It was a perfect ink black and went great with his blue-gray eyes and incredibly pale skin. He was wearing a pair of black jeans, black pea-coat, and black converse. He looked at me and glared, saying something to me which I didn't understand.

"Excuse me. What did you say?"

He rolled his eyes. "Fucking American." He mumbled. His voice was smooth, without a singe rough crack or blemish. Damn this guy was perfect, well all except the obvious sour attitude. "I said are you okay?"

"Oh, sorry. Yeah I-I'm fine." Shit I stuttered. I quickly managed to jump out of the fountain, holding my hand out to the stranger which he rudely declined and got out himself. "A-Are you o-okay?" Damn it was really cold now. I needed to go back to the hotel so I could shower and change. This fellow also needed the same treatment.

"Fucking peachy." He rolled his eyes. "The people in this area are such assholes, I swear..." He mumbled off something in rapid fire French.

"Well, since you're alright, do you want to go to my hotel room? So you can clean up of course!" I added the last part quickly, causing one of the man's perfectly shaped eyebrows to shoot up and a glint of amusement on his face. I smiled and pointed to the hotel. "I'm staying there. Do you want to use the shower and clean up?"

After a minute or so of just staring at me he nodded. "Before you invite me in at least I should know your name first. Don't want to fuck and leave without knowing the name of the person I did it to."

I swear my face lit up like a damn Christmas tree at the crude statement. "Uh...Um, my name...my name is...is Eren." I stuttered.

"Levi." There was slight smirk playing across his lips as he turned around and started walking toward the hotel. "Come on brat. Don't got all day."