A/N:

Hey, there! I'm not good with notes and stuff (I've been told I seem unfriendly when I try?) so I don't usually comment…..For you guys that have commented and given a kudos, it really does mean a lot to me ^_^ I'm still pretty unsure of my writing, and it makes my day when I see new comments. I know that the chapters are really short, so I'm doing my best to update often. I'm sorry if it seems a bit rushed. Oh, and if you have any questions, just let me know! I'll do my best to clear things up!

The trio made it to the apartment complex in no time. Armin was just as eager as Eren, and Jean had to tell him to slow down multiple times. When they arrived, each took a box and headed for the top floor. Eren was practically skipping ahead of the other two boys; he was already inside the apartment when the other two reached the elevator.

The apartment was nice with two bedrooms and two bathrooms; a balcony with a great view was attached to the living room. The floors were hardwood and it was already furnished- all gold, dark browns and reds. While the rent wasn't exactly cheap, money wasn't really an issue, and the manager had sounded really nice to Eren. It was also close to the college they both were going to attend which was a plus.

Knowing that Armin would insist he have it, Eren settled into the larger of the two bedrooms. While Armin had chosen science for his course of study, Eren was an art major. Sina University's art department was known for its rigorous projects, and his paintings tended to be quite large. After quickly going over where he could put his things, he smiled to himself.

It was actually the best arrangement for both of them. The loft area over the living room would be a great library and study space for Armin, and it was right next to the other bedroom and bathroom. Eren could stay downstairs and wouldn't bother Armin during his late night kitchen raids.

As Eren started towards the living room, Armin and Jean walked through the front door. Not seeing his roommate, Armin set his box down on the floor. Jean silently followed his boyfriend's example, and impatiently looked at his watch.

"Eren?" Armin yelled.

"Right here," Eren replied, his lips upturned in a mischievous smirk, "You can have the bedroom upstairs. It has the bigger closet. We both know you need the extra space to hide your sex to-."

"Don't you dare say it, Eren," Armin threatened. While his sex life wasn't something he minded Eren joking about, he wasn't really in the mood to talk Jean down from the ceiling.

"Hey, just calling it how I see it," he put his hands up defensively then chuckled lightly, "Seriously, though, you'll do better upstairs. I mentioned to Petra how much you like reading, and she installed some bookshelves and a really nice wooden desk up there. Oh, and there's a couch too."

Jean sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose dramatically, "Well, that's nice Jaeger, but can we hurry up please? Armin and I need to be somewhere soon, and it wouldn't be smart to be late. Not that you would understand what with your utter lack of social life."

Eren frowned and rolled his eyes, "Fine, then. Let's go. Don't get your panties in a twist."

Levi groaned as Hanji pulled him through the aisles. The brunette was talking a mile a minute as she stuffed random things into the cart. Levi was on edge; the noise of the crowd had ruined his somewhat good mood, and when he heard a little kid crying somewhere in the background, he cursed his friend under his breath.

"Why didn't you buy enough food? Useless piece of shit."

"I didn't know you needed that much! It's not my fault," Hanji whined.

"You only bought a case of beer and a carrot. Who in their right mind-," Levi's eyes narrowed to glare at the taller woman, "Oh, wait. I forgot we were talking about you."

"Hey!" Hanji pouted, and then smiled broadly, running ahead of Levi with the cart, "You know you love me. "

Following, Levi sighed and muttered, "Whatever. Let's just get this over with. I'm getting a migraine. I've got a bad feeling…"

Armin spread out next to Eren on his bed and yawned, "You sure you don't want to come? It'll be fun."

"Yeah, I'm sure. The tv is calling to me. Besides, you know I'm not really into big parties. Not to mention the fact that I wouldn't know anyone there." Eren smiled at his friend and playfully nudged him with his foot, "Enough about me. What're you gonna wear?"

Armin sighed, "Uh, I don't know. I was thinking maybe that purple top and those black skinny jeans Mikasa bought me last Christmas. Those look good together."

"Yeah, you look really good in that outfit. Jean won't be able to keep his hooves off you." Eren winked, receiving a light punch to the arm.

"Because sex is all I could possibly be after. Nothing else," Armin rolled his eyes and then closed them, his eyebrows knitting in concern, "Seriously, though, I want to make a good impression. I'll be spending the next eight years of my life with these people. What if I make a fool of myself?"

"You'll be fine. Quit worrying. You're the smartest guy I know. They'll be blown away by your smartness."

Armin sat up, a grin starting to spread on his face, "Really?"

"Really."

A/N:

How do you dialect? Uhg… Uh, there's something in this chapter I think I should clarify…There is a reason a couple of college freshmen and a high school teacher can afford apartments on the top floor of an expensive place, and that will be explained in later chapters. :D