It had been a toothbrush.

A freaking toothbrush. No one should get that mad about it! And at me! I wasn't the one who made it. It's not like I specifically put the 'hard bristles' in a 'gentle bristles' box just for him to find it! He had no right to threaten to sue me.

The guy had made a total scene and had even almost gotten me fired when I started yelling back.

Too bad I worked at such a small store. If it were at even a little bigger my Boss probably wouldn't have been able to hear us yelling about how I was sorry his gums were sore. My best friend, Marco, had just stared at us from the corner unsure what to do. Especially when our boss sent me home early.

I crossed my arms and scowled. The sun was too bright, even with my sunglasses, and the street too noisy.

I hadn't even mentioned how I still had a paper to finish for my Sociology class tomorrow and needed to pay my rent for my apartment. At least I was never short on money with my parents being rich and stuff but it was still just another thing I would need to cross off my long list.

Deep in my thoughts I barely watched where I was going. If it wasn't for a little streak of pink I probably wouldn't even of noticed nimble fingers take my wallet out of my backpocket.

"Hey!" I yelled back towards the small being.

They were already running down the street, my wallet in their hand.

"HEY!" I yelled louder, sprinting after them.

"THAT'S MY WALLET"

I could tell it was a small teen, maybe a child, but I didn't care. After the day I had had I wasn't about to let some thief just get away with my wallet.

The gap between us slowly closed and I threw my whole body at them as they turned the corner, landing with a big thud half on top of them.

"Hey, that's mine!"

I turned them over and yanked my wallet out of their hands, finding it surprisingly easy as it slipped through their fingers and into mine.

I stopped suddenly big teary blue eyes stared up at me, bursting into sobs a moment later.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I" The small boys sobs grew louder and I slowly lifted my weight off of him as I realized people were staring.

"Hey, hey, uh its ok." I tried to reassure the still crying small boy but he only kept going.

"Hey, here do you want some money? Here I'll give you a 20, here, come on, it's ok, hey, kid, stop, it's ok, hey, kid plEASE STOP!"

The small blonde boy looked up as I loudly asked him to quiet down, tears streaking his face. As I looked down at him, slowly realizing he was actually quite cute, his face contorted again as his sobs were just about to continue. Before he had time to cry I lifted him up and cupped his face to wipe away his tears. To my relief he stopped and stared instead bursting into sobs again.

"Hey, look its ok." I wiped another tear that escaped his beautiful baby blue eyes with my thumb.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to cause a b-big problem." He stuttered out, his bottom lip quivering. "I'm just really hungry." The boy whimpered softly.

I immediately felt bad for him. I shouldn't of body slammed him first of all. He looked so helpless now.

I looked around to find that the sun was slowly setting. It would be dark soon. Where did this boy live? The least I could do was walk him home. Even if he did try to steal my wallet.

"It's fine. Here," I stood up and gave him my hand. After a second of hesitation he reached up for it, allowing me to help him up.

"I'll walk you home if you want. I can buy you dinner too. It's not a big deal for me at all."

The boys eyes brightened at the word dinner.

"Yes! T-thank you" He told me.

I smiled down at him.

"Here come on." I beckoned. There was a little diner just down the street. We could just stop by there really quick and then I could take him home.

Just as I started taking a few steps I heard a little screech from behind me, followed by a soft thud.

"Whats- hey are you ok!?"

The little boy laid back on the ground, hands keeping him up. He had a look of pain carved into his features.

"S-sorry, m-my ankle- its."

My eyes followed his and rested on the already swelling ankle peeking out from above his sock.

"Oh! Did I do that?! Here, let me carry you, I'm so sorry." I ran over to him and helped lift him up in my arms while taking a closer look. It was quite swollen for only have happened a few minutes ago.

"Man, you're gonna need to get that wrapped up and taken care of. I'm afraid I don't have any supplies with me right now though. Can I just take you to my house? I have everything there. Or should I take you home to your parents?"

The boy, now laying lightly in my arms, looked slightly uncomfortable as I mentioned his home.

"I-is it ok if I just go to your house?" he asked, a blonde strand slipping out of his hood.

My eyebrows furrowed but I nodded.

"Sure."

I started walking as he wrapped his arms around my neck. He was oddly light, even for a young boy.

"By the way, how old are you?" I asked him softly after a few seconds of silence had passed.

I looked down to find his eyes closed but an answer still slipped out between his pink lips.

"18"

My eyes widened.

"What?! No you aren't, come on you can't be older than 12."

The little blonde boy shook his head.

"No, I really am 18. I remember cause I was born the same day the king and queen got married. At least that what my mom used to tell me"

My eyebrows were still raised in astonishment. There was no way he could only be a year younger than me. He was so small! But I decided not to question it and carried him to the door of the big building I lived in.

As I walked in I was glad to find the lady that usually sat at the front office was gone. It would've probably looked a little weird to her if she saw me carrying a small cute boy to my room. Not that I was like that but.. Nevermind.

The elevator swooshed open and I stepped inside only to find it was already being occupied, by my lovely neighbors that lived in the room next to mine, Eren and Levi.

They stood there holding hands and gave me a strange look as I stood in the doorway.

"Jean, really? I knew I would have to call the cops at least sometime on you but for this? Wow Jean." Eren said, giving emphasis to the J in my name, as he knew I hated.

"Look who's talking! And anyway it's not like that. He tried to steal my wallet and I accidently hurt him. I'm just bringing him here so I can wrap up his ankle."

I stepped into the elevator as they stepped out.

"He's 18 anyway." I mumbled, still not entirely sure if that was true but who cared, it was Eren.

Levi nudged his much younger lover.

"Come on, we are going to miss the 10 o'clock sale at 'Brooms and Stuff'." Levi urged.

Eren turned around, giving me one last glare before following his midget boyfriend.

I rolled my eyes and pressed the top number for our floor, glad to find us alone again.

I looked down to find they boy snuggled into my chest, breathing softly with his hand clenched at my shirt.

There was absolutely no way he was 18.

Upstairs I swiped my room card to unlock my door and laid the blond boy on my couch, accidentally waking him up.

"Are we here already?" The boy yawned sleepily.

I smiled at him.

"Yeah. Now here," I sat in front of him and made him stretch out his leg, placing the first aid kit I got from the bathroom on the coffee table next to us.

I untied his shoe, slightly surprised to find them in pretty good condition. I guessed he might of stolen them.

With his shoe and sock off I gently turned his ankle, trying my best not to put too much pressure on it.

"Does it hurt when I move it like this?" I asked.

He winced.
"A little but not too badly."

I moved it a little more till coming to a conclusion.

"It looks like its just twisted but it shouldn't take long to heal. Maybe a week at most."

The boy nodded and I started to wrap the medical tape around it.

"Oh, I almost forgot, what's your name?" I asked

A little voice replied from above me.

"Armin."

It was such an adorable little name, and not one I had heard before.

"Oh! My name is Jean, it's nice to meet you Armin." I finished wrapping his ankle and smiled up at him. He grinned back with a light blush on his face.

A sudden yawn erupted from him again. Guess he was tired. I should probably take him home now, though I was kinda dreading it.

"Here we should take you to your parents before it gets way too late." I told him while packing up the medical supplies. I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice.

"No- ywahhh- its ok, I can just stay here if thats ok with you."

I looked up at the drifting off boy.

"Are you sure? Won't your parents be worried?"

"No."

With that his blue eyes closed and his face softened.

I was still kinda skeptical, I mean he had just tried to steal my wallet and I hadn't even known him for more than 20 minutes but he looked so harmless and cute now.

I picked him up once again and carried him to the small futon that sat in the corner of my room. I felt like I couldn't just leave him on the couch.

As I layed him down I grabbed one of my pillows from my bed and set it under his hooded head. I grabbed a small blanket too and pulled it up to his chin.

Immediately his small hands gripped around it and he rolled to the side, facing me. His skinny chest rose with each soft breath and his lips were slightly parted, deeply asleep.

What on earth had I gotten myself into.