Finally, free at last! No more bossy teachers, no more bossy students, no more bossy parents, free! Eren lets out a sigh as he sets down his suitcase in front of his new apartment door. Only one suitcase, he's always traveled lightly. Reaching forward with one arm, he tries to stifle his smile on his face before knocking. God, he doesn't want his new flat mate to think he's a psychopath, how bad would it be if he got kicked from his new apartment as well as his house! Well, not exactly kicked from his house, just… Well, kicked. But politely, sort of. His Dad just got sick of him, that's all. Eren didn't mind. He's always wanted an apartment of his own, well… Own as in, half-own… He is flatting, and it's not like he'd be able to afford one all to himself, especially not in London. The prices are sky high! His Dad was upset when Eren said he was moving across the planet… Too start with… Then he sort of just shrugged, and went back to watching football or something. Well, it's not across the planet… More, hm… Halfway across the planet? Anyway, Los Angeles to London.

Knock, knock, knock.

That's the second knock now, still no answer… Maybe he's out? He, is it even a he? Eren wouldn't know, it's not like he bothered to read the flatmate info he was sent – who would? Well, lots of people would… Probably. But not Eren, who has time for that?

He nervously begins to adjust his bandana, it's an old habit that he's had ever since he was given the bandanna on his 13th birthday, it was from his Dad, Eren didn't exactly have that many friends during High School, if you don't count the cook, Ms Brown ("Call me Colleen, Eren, I don't mind!" She would say. "Okay, I'll call you whatever you want me too…" He snuck her a cheeky grin, "Ms Brown…")

It's then that Eren notices the envelope taped to the door just below his line of sight, he didn't even see it in his excitement.

For new roommate:

The hand-writing is neat and small, so it's probably a girl's. Eren reaches in and pulls out a key, good thing it wasn't stolen. God, that would be bad. It takes three attempts to get the bloody key in the key hole, but Eren was never really good at getting things in holes, he's been gay since… Well, what seems like forever. Just hasn't taken a liking to girls… That's probably the reason he was thrown out… Well, it's not like Eren cared - he's in the big city now! The big, rainy, grey, smelly, big city… If he could have chosen somewhere to live, it would have definitely been somewhere hot… Like Hawaii or some deserted island out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, but… Well, London was the only place they were offering the apprenticeship, and Eren didn't mind it that much.

He finally gets the key in and opens the door, and an immediate wave of stink hits him. But, it isn't the sort of bad stink like in the boys locker-room at school, it's… Nice… Like flowers and berries and unicorns and rainbows… Definitely a girl… Eren stumbles in to find the apartment incredibly tidy; it's as if every surface is shining. As soon as he walks into the door, he's in a hallway, a narrow one too. There are about five paintings of an ocean scattered along the cream-coloured walls.

Once he gets out of the hall, Eren comes into a spotless living room with a leather couch in the centre of the room, facing a flat screen TV. His eyes widen in shock, and he guesses that he hit it lucky on the flatmate lottery. In the wall behind him is an island with a single, grey stool sitting below it. Beside the island is a door, and when Eren opens it to peek inside, he sees it's the kitchen. After closing the door and stepping back into the living room, he sees that there is a note on the islands surface:

Out till 7pm, help yourself to snacks.

Just don't eat my apples

Or drink my tea

Black tea and apples = NO

Eren's eyes immediately widen – snacks! He checks his watch and sees that it's 10:24am, he has his tour of the 'Wings of Liberty' (a.k.a. where he is apprenticing) at 12pm so that means he has less than two hours to rest…

Flinging open the kitchen door, then the fridge, he hungrily scans for something edible. The last thing he ate was one of those disgusting plane-meals with its rubbery meat and watery coleslaw – so disgusting, he hardly even touched it (apart from the cookie, the cookie was okay). Eren can hardly even remember the note exists when he grabs an apple from the fridge, and then two more, and then another. Apples were always his favourite – always!

With his right arm full of apples, he grabs his suitcase in his left, and marches off back down the short hallway to find his room. It doesn't take long, because there's another paper sign on a door saying:

Your room,

Try to keep it clean

Quickly placing his suitcase on the ground, he turns the knob and enters. It's a small room, with a bed crammed against the left wall, dressed in white; sheets, duvet and two pillows. Along the right wall is a chest of drawers, and resting on the wall above that is a rectangular mirror in a black frame. The room is about as plain as you can get, the carpet is the same dull grey as in the hallway and living room, the bed frame and chest of draws are a bleached wood, and the walls are completely bare. Eren drops his suitcase onto the bed, only just able to squeeze through the meter-gap between the bed and drawers.

Time to unpack…