Chapter 1. Takeout and off
I noticed the blue paint on his shirt when I came into the kitchen. God, I hope it comes out in the wash. The amount of times I've had to buy him new shirts is ridiculous. Maybe I'll stop buying them and he will just have to paint shirtless; I wouldn't mind that.
"What's for dinner?" Asked Levi.
"I just got done practicing so I haven't had time to fix anything, sorry." Eren replied, seeming distracted.
Usually I have dinner prepared for him, but I've been so backed up with wedding gigs and other things that it seems all I have been doing is playing the violin. Levi has also been out more lately and it's starting to seem like neither of us are home at the same time. I'm pretty lucky tonight. That thought quickly fled as Levi said "I'll go out and get something," before walking out the door. He forgot to say that he loved me. Again.
This is becoming a problem; for me, anyway…not hearing those words. Without them, I feel as if I'm not needed. I don't wanna push on him about it though. After all we've both been quite stressed lately. I would just have to wait. I turned the answering machine on and fell into the chair next to it, listening. "Hey! Eren! I got you a great gig man. You know that church downtown? Um, oh yeah! Circular Ch—" (Click) Nope. "Eren, I found us a cellist who can fill in for the gig tomorrow night—" (Click) I don't want to think about that right now. "Levi!" What does this lady want from Levi? "Hey! Answer the phone! Where the hell are you? I'm wai—." (Click).
I've lost track of how many times this voice has come over the gritty speakers of the answering machine. Asking him could hurt me however. Why do that? If there is something going on I should wait for him to tell—
"What's wrong?" Asked Levi. He must have been standing there for a few minutes. I guess I was more lost in space than I thought I was.
"Nothing. When did you get in? I didn't hear you" I replied quickly.
"A few minutes ago. I got a call right when I stepped inside." He replied. I wonder if he noticed how startled I was.
Placing a bag down on the dining room table; from the smell I guessed it was chinese food. Typical, but I never say no. He sat down to take his shoes off. Then he stood up again to walk across the room, taking off his jacket as he went. And then his shirt.
Its always the shirt.
"Can you make some tea Eren?"
"Sure."
