Soooo it's been a little more than two months since I first read "The Monsters Inside Us" by angstwithtea, and, while I haven't left her a review yet, I wanted to still fo something for her(I promise I will post a review by monday at most!). She said it was ok to post ficlets (and I hope it really is, if not, I apologize in advance) and that is precisely what I meant to do. It is from chapter 20 or 19, I'm not sure, I do know it's the January update.

Just to be clear, it's in Levi's POV, that being said, I hope it doesn't turn out as crappy as I expect it to be :P

Disclaimer: Neither Shingeki no Kyojin (otherwise known as Attack on Titan) nor its characters beling to me, they're property of the serial killer otherwise known as Hajime Isajama (call it however you want, killing a character is murder); also, the original fanfiction belongs to the super-awesome writer angstwithtea, so if you like this ficlets, support her, if you don't, support her, and if you don't give a damn, still support her ;)

Enough nonsense babbling, I should get straight to it.

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Time passed a lot slower than I would've liked it to. It really seems as if it is messing up with me, trying to test my limits. I hate it.

I try my best at keeping my gaze over my schoolwork to no avail. Shit like this always happens when you less want it to, huh? I glance over my phone, almost pleading it with my sight to ring, "This is idiotic", I murmur to myself.

I stare at it for a few seconds more before turning my attention to the school essay, at least, trying to. Because this fucking thing takes a great deal of that, unfortunately, I'm kind of lacking it right now.

I glance over my phone once more, sigh and take it, wondering if I should text someone, but who? I decide to leave my phone on the desk again, for no one can be awake at this unholy hour of the night.

New Message from: The Brat.

Except, probably, him.

I unlock the phone, waiting for it to show me the message.

The Brat: hey. are you awake?

What a stupid thing to ask, really, but it saved me from the hell that is homework and studying. Might as well answer it,

Me: Yes.

I stare at it, waiting for the response to come as eagerly as its sender.

The Brat: what are you doing?

And as socially awkward, per se.

Me: Studying. Not sleeping. You?

Because life is a total bitch, I don't get too much sleep if I want to have good grades, it sucks, but oh well, it's not like I can help it.

The Brat: texting you. Going to sleep son, but not really feeling it yet.

Me: Lucky brat

With a smirk and no actual purpose for it, I tap at his contact and change its present name to "Lucky Brat".

Lucky Brat: whoa sorry i didn't mean to show off

Must've felt a little guilty to apologize, it wasn't that big of a deal.

Lucky Brat: i really don't have much else to do. it's boring here.

I roll my eyes.

Me: Good to know.

Seriouslly? Probably I shouldn't be so bitter about it, I hope he doesn't mind my bitching.

Lucky Brat: am i distracting you from something?

Well, yes, you distracted me from the awful black hole that is college asignments, might as well thank you.

Me: Not really. I was getting kind of sick of this shit anyway. I havent taken a break in hours.

I locked again my phone and closed my eyes, rubbing them in the hope of feeling some kind of relief. Before I was able to sight, the phone rang once again. I unlocked it once again and read the message.

Lucky Brat: okay then take a break. get a snack. take a shit. do something else.

Wow brat, you've outdone yourself with this one. I'll put it in the Guiness Record Book.

Me: Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

Me: Wow real creative

Lucky Brat: thanks i did my best

I smiled and left my phone, deciding to obey his advice; even if it came from a 15-year-old cancerous teenager, it was a wise one. I opened a drawer and took a white, plastic cup with dry noodles on it, placed some water on the stove to boil and waited; when my oh-so-luxurious meal was done, I wanted back to my stuff, that's when I heard another ring.

New Message from: Lucky Brat.

I placed my noodles aside and unlocked the screen to read the text.

Lucky Brat: are you taking a break?

I rushed a response.

Me: Yes yes jesus christ. I was just in the kitchen.

Because that alone wasn't enough and I'm cool, I sent another text.

Me: Calm your shit down.

I took some noodles with my fork and ate them while waiting for an answer.

Lucky Brat: what were you doing?

Me: A cup of noodles.

I felt the need to tease him a bit.

Me: Do you want to install a surveillance system in my house?

I awaited the answer to that with a smirking face and yet another portion of noodles in my fork.

Lucky Brat: what

Lucky Brat: no. I just literally have nothing better to talk about.

Cool story, dude.

Me: Then why did you text me?

I was really intrigued by it, I mean, who texts someone on the middle of the night?

Lucky Brat: no reason really.

Hmp, interesting.

Me: You were just thinking of me

Me: Is that it?

Lucky Brat: maybe

I smiled. His awkwardness was amusing.

Me: Heh. Well thanks. It's nice to know someone does.

Lucky Brat: ?

Lucky Brat: come on Im sure other people think of you

Me: I didn't mean it like that

Me: It's just nice knowing that.

Me: You understand right?

Well, isn't this awkward?

Lucky Brat: yeah. I totally do.

Lucky Brat: and youre right, it is nice

Wow, you made it, ever the cool one, Levi Ackerman.

Me: What have you been up to lately?

Me: Classes have been death, so I need to know what's going on with the ycsg.

Lucky Brat: I have done nothing. what else is new

Lucky Brat: the ycsg is pretty much the same

Now, I didn't want to ask the quesiton, but it was totally necessary.

Me: Is Reiner okay?

As I had expected, the response took longer to come, he was probably thinking it over, then reflecting his feelings over the situation, depressing himself; why am I caring so much? It's not like he's the one dying, perhaps…

Lucky Brat: idk how he is now, but he was fine the last time i saw him.

I have to be wary from now on, I might be walking over unsteady ground.

Me: Fine how?

Lucky Brat: he still has energy and acts like himself

Lucky Brat: i mean that has to count for something

Me: It does. Ive been gone so long

Me: What about you?

Lucky Brat: what about me

Me: Are you okay?

I sighed, hoping this wouldn't turn up like that one time, when we texted "okay" like a hundred times, I still have that part of conversation in my phone.

Lucky Brat: relatively

I sighed, getting serious.

Me: What's wrong?

Lucky Brat: nothing. why u ask?

You need something better if you want to try and fool me, brat.

Me: Seriously brat.

Lucky Brat: im kinda bored, i guess. maybe a little lonely. its been a few days since i last did anything interesting.

That's more believebable.

Me: I can get out of Trost early on Saturday.

Lucky Brat: what time

Me: About four or five. I'll talk to Erwin about it. You might need another one on one.

Lucky Brat: okay

Lucky Brat: i need to ask my dad about it but okay

Me: Let me know what his answer is. I should get back to work.

I glanced at my phone one las time and as yet another "okay" appeared from Eren's side of the chat appeared to sigh again and rest my head back; it hadn't even started and I already felt like it was going to be exhausting, because knowin him, it would be.

I went to do what I said I would: try and get back to my work, I had to finish it soon, otherwise I would truly not sleep for days (either that or get a bad grade, which is way worse than the first option).

After the talk with Eren my brain pretty much failed at concentrating, I was getting, at some degree, anxious for what his answer might be; so much that I was checking my phone every few seconds, only find no new messages nor calls nor any other notification.

I sighed again while rubbing my sore neck when I got through half of my school work, I smirked, I mean, sure, school might be a little bitch sometimes but you still get that feel of satifaction when you do something right.

After deciding that taking another break would be prudential, I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander to anywhere but dreamland; instead of something fictional like a dream, memories began flashing through my mind, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth; not following a certain pattern but all around the same: Eren. His time in the hospital, the ycgs meetings, the unnoficial ycgs meetings, so much things…

I was almost startled when I heard a ringing sound, I felt none at all surprised when I read the message as to the why he had taken so long answering.

Lucky Brat: he just got home. He said it's fine.

Me: Cool. See you saturday. Okay?

Lucky Brat: Okay.

I set an alarm and locked once again my phone, sighed and climbed to bed, I stared at the black screen and murmured "Goodnight, brat" before leaving the phone on a table besides the bed, I still had around 4 hours of sleep, if I want to use them I should do it quickly.

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And sooo this is how the first ficlet ends, I hope I can post a new one next week (but it's just a hope, don't expecto too much of me because I'm like, really bad meeting deadlines), support the author of the original masterpiece! And perhaps her romance developing won't be that slow! Leave her reviews, draw fanarts (when I learn to draw, I'll do that one, in the mean time I won't even touch the pencil), comment her on Tumbler (I also would do that one, but I haven't found her -w-) or simply follow her, se ya all next time!

Matane!