Chapter 1 Summary: Levi's dumped, Hanji comes over, Calamari ice cream, gross friendship help, and eventually Levi agrees to accompany Hanji to "Saturn."

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Levi

"I'll be there soon, okay?" I heard her say into the receiver. I nodded, even though she couldn't see me, and hung up the phone as I sat back down on my bed.

Fuck them both, I thought. Just fuck it.

As soon as I got home from Trost Community High School, I got a call from my girlfriend, Petra. I smiled a bit when her face lit up my screen, but frowned instantly when I heard her say, "We need to talk."

I honestly should have expected it. Petra and Oluo have been good friends for such a long time, and I was just the boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, my subconscious reminded me. Petra and I had been dating since the end of sophomore year and right in the middle of our senior year, she fucking called me and said that she wanted to break up. I wasn't shocked. I just, for once in my life, had no idea how to go about something. It was different. It was fucking stupid. I hated not having control over a situation; any and everything could go wrong. And right now, it seemed like a lot has went wrong.
It wasn't the fact that she dumped me, or did it over a call, or, hell, went for Oluo; it's that I didn't really care for anyone else and I had no idea how to deal with this shit called "feelings." Sure, Hanji-

"Levi? I'm here, I brought ice cream and Earl Grey," Came her muffled voice through the front door. Tch. Speak of the devil and Hanji shall appear. I got off my bed and adjusted my t-shirt as I opened my door and looked towards my uncle's room. I nodded with affirmation to no one. I was glad Kenny wasn't home right now. He would've been too concerned with what happened. He was too damn concerned about everything. I appreciated the old man, but he had a tendency to show up when he wasn't needed. As I walked down the hallway, I peeked outside and saw Hanji's maniacal grin. My eyes widened fractionally and I slapped the window, causing her to flinch. I smirked and opened the door.

It's been awhile since I willingly called Hanji over, and it's been an even longer while since she's calmly walked into my house. That was a shocker, honestly. She sat down the groceries she bought on the kitchen island, and wrapped her fucking arms around my skull. I felt as if my brain would implode if I didn't get out of her death grip, plus I had no idea where she'd even been. Disgusting.

"Get off, Shitty Four Eyes!"

"It's okay, Mama-Hanji is here!"

I struggled out of her grip and smacked the right side of her head; she emitted a sound that almost made my eardrums bleed. I grabbed the comb and my phone from my back pocket to fix my hair and as I adjusted my inky-black (now) mess, I sat at one of the bar stools (damn bar stools, who makes them that tall?) while she put up groceries. I think I even smiled as she pulled out my tea and the ice cream.

"Go ahead and start talking, Short Baby." She said gently as she popped open the lid on a rocky-road container and shoved a spoon in it, sliding towards me. I shook my head, grabbing the tub of ice cream, and watched her work. I ignored her comment about my height, but not without scowling at her tall form. She was the only one I allowed to make my tea (and live after she teased me), because she knew exactly how I liked it after eight years of friendship. I sighed and tried to wrap my mind around how to explain what happened, slipping the silver spoon into my mouth. Damn, that's good ice cream. After contemplating, I settled for telling her bluntly.

"Petra broke up with me, 'cause she wanted to date Oluo." I said rather nonchalantly, surveying my nails.

"Mhm... I know that. Are you angry about it? Sad? Happy?" She looked over her shoulder at me, giving me a wary eye.

"Oi, pay attention to my tea," I demanded, narrowing my eyes. She nodded and continued, still waiting for my answer. "I don't care. Happy she's happy, I suppose."

"You don't seem happy. But that's okiee-doke, you're never happy. I know exactly how to cheer you up, though!" She looked over at me, prepared to bust with excitement.

Oh, hell no, I thought. Yet another one of her hair-brained schemes to get me to be fun. I shook my head and hummed an answer. She squeals, bringing me my tea as she opens a tub of what the fuck ice cream. She sits down in the stool beside me and opens her mouth to speak.

"Before you answer," I interrupted. "What the hell kind of ice cream is that?" I point at what she's eating. She looks down at her container and grins at me, shoving a spoonful in my face.

"Taste it! It's calamari flavoured!" She yells.

"You're eating squid shit." I'm officially sick.

"Don't be a sour-puss! It tastes good!"

"It looks like the "cause of death" on your coroner's report." Tch, idiot. She pouts for a moment and eats the ice cream, smiling a happy smile as she brightens up. Sitting up on her stool, she looks at me with a wicked gleam in her big brown eyes.

"Y'know, Erwin, the guys, and I are gonna go to Saturn tomorrow..." She smirked.

"The fuck? Since when did you decide to be an astronaut?"

She cackled madly, holding her stomach and throwing her head back. I don't get what was so damn funny. I didn't hear a notorious shit joke come out of my mouth. And, last time I checked, Saturn was a planet and she wasn't an astronaut, or high. Was she?

"Saturn is the name of the skating rink downtown!" She answered, chuckling, causing me to raise an eyebrow.

"Ahahaha! You thought- You thought-" She busted into a full fit of laughter and tears threatened to spill from her eyes. I scowled and rolled my eyes as I sipped my tea. She can't blame me for not knowing, I never went downtown because of the shady neighbourhoods there. Everyone was either a drug addict or a drug dealer. I don't know about her, but I didn't want to be robbed or kidnapped and sold for crack rocks. When she finally finished dying (sounded a lot like she was), she wiped her eyes and gave me a smile.

"Saturn is a skating rink. Erwin, Eld, and Gunther usually go with me, but I can invite the squad if you want!"

"The squad?"

"The squad! Our friends?! Ilse, Dita, Nanaba, Moblit, and Mike! Even Oluo and Petra!" She squawked like a madwoman. I roughly let out a breath and managed my best glare.

"Why?"

"'Cause you're a grump and you're almost never out of the house and Kenny would even approve and our friends miss hanging out and ..."
She went into more reasons, but I tuned her out. Why would I want to go to a gross skating rink, watch gross people usegross and used skates, skating on a gross floor, and eating gross food? Tch, as if. I'd rather listen to Twenty One Pilots and eat Cheetos.

"...Cute girls and guys there... You could meet someone! C'mon, Levi! Give me three reasons why you won't" She pulled her puppy-eyes behind her huge glasses. I scoffed, getting off of the stool and putting away the ice cream.

"It's gonna be fucking nasty."

"Nope! Jean and Armin make sure it's clean! If Armin isn't thorough, I dunno what is!" She grinned triumphantly.

"No idea who they are and I doubt they measure up to my standards. Also, there's gonna be too many people."

"Nope again! Not many people know about it. It's pretty new, and a little hard to find. Besides, they don't let shady people in!" She smiled even wider. I groaned, but maybe this would stop her.

"Used skates are revolting."

"AHA! That's where I've got you!" She jumped off her stool and bolted towards the door. She swung that shit open like it was on fire and ran outside. I had half a mind to lock her outside, but she was inside with another bag in her hand before I even had time to even step. She should go out for track. She gave me a scary look as she walked back into the kitchen. She thrust the bag in my hand, smirking as she cocked her hip. I growled and opened the bag, gazing at a pair of what seemed to be black converses.

"I already have three pair of these."

"TAKE THEM OUT!" She screeched madly, jumping up and down. Tch. I pulled out the skates, as I had come to find out. They weren't half bad, if I'm honest. But I'm still not going to go.

"So...?" She questioned, looking at me jovially.

"No."

"Levi!"

"No."

"I went through all this trouble to make you ha-"

"I didn't force you to do this."

"But I did anyways! C'mon! Why not meet a downtown cutie? I know you love bright eyes! There's a little blue-eyed blond that's basically you made over! I'm sure we'll find someone!" She was jumping for joy and squealing like a pig. And I couldn't stand the sound. She then began a prayer of pleas, begging me with big eyes. Not this shit.

"PleasePleasePleasePlease...!" I covered my ears to block her out, but she came up behind me and screamed louder into my ears. She knew I hated this! Damn it! My brain couldn't take this fucking torture! I pushed her away and groaned when she jumped right back.

"ALRIGHT!" Fuck! I shook my head, glaring at her.

"Yes!" She fist-pumped the air. I shook my head again, but this time was in shame and embarrassment. Oh shit... What have I gotten myself into?

"So, you're going?"

"Yes, Hanji."

"You lyin'?"

"No, Hanji."

"Promise?"

"Yeah, Hanji."

"Wanna bring the squad?"

"No, Hanji."

"Gonna go nude?"

"Yes, Han- Wait what?" I scowled for the millionth time that day as she bursted into more laughter. I pushed her down and started towards my room before she grabbed my shoulder and hugged me from behind.

"Sorry I suck. Just happy you're gonna hang with Erwin and I." She ruffled my hair a bit and let go, giving me a motherly look. I shook my head, letting my lips turn upward just slightly. Despite her antics, I loved Hanji. That's my best friend, and I know I'd be sitting in my room, listening to Nirvana and drawing if it wasn't for her. Although that doesn't sound too bad, I only do that when I'm in a slump. And right now, it's hard for me to be in a slump.
I fixed my hair (again) and thanked her for the groceries, pep talk, and skates. She shrugged and said, "That's what friends are best at." I nodded and took her to my room.
As she walked in, I awaited her reaction.

"Again?" She rolled her eyes at my ever-changing bedroom colours and sat down on my bed, patting the spot next to her. "I like the new colour, honestly. But it's not colourful! Not like mine! Let's dish about relationships!" I sat next to her and stared, waiting for to start.

"Petra is cute and all, but..."

Our conversations continued well into the night, many times ending up in crying and laughing (chuckling quietly on my part). She could go on forever, and I'm surprised she didn't, but when her boyfriend Moblit texted her, she said she had to go. She wished me a goodnight and took one of my books with her, this time it was Home To Holly Springs by Jan Karon. I yawned when I heard the front door open and close, getting out of bed. I went into the bathroom, completed my nightly routine, and changed into fresh pajamas.

Climbing into bed, I thought of what would happen tomorrow. Maybe Hanji was right; I could find someone sorta pretty. I dunno, I don't care. I went to sleep that night, thinking about the brightest pair of eyes my mind could imagine.