It was cold and wet evening. Quite late evening. The figure of the tall boy was moving hurriedly down the street lightened by some lanterns which luminosity was reflecting in puddles.

"Shit!" he cursed as he saw his last bus driving away from the bus-stop.

Ugh, why did I let myself convince to stay longer at Connie's place? It always ends with brawl with that horse-face, I lose my sense of time and I have to back afoot! The emerald-eyed boy sighed with resignation. He knew that his step-sister doesn't like when he back home late, and she would be more furious if he doesn't back for night.

The teenager turned into one of the side alleys. The shortcut might be a bit more dangerous but this way would made him get to home faster. Nah! – he had been born and risen in this town, so he knew it as his own…
Okay, maybe I do not know this town as well as I thought. The boy was staring at dead end's wall. Fog changes appearance of the neighborhood a lot. But the boy was keeping his find-my-way-crusade untiringly to find himself after dozen minutes at the street which leaded to his flat. (From the rear side of the building but it was undeniably his destination!)
And here it is!He though merrily, heading undoubtedly forward.

But suddenly he stopped as his attention was drew by inconspicuous figure at his left.

Approaching, the brunette saw the boy leaning against the lantern. They were probably in the same age but fragile shape of the other's body made him look younger.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" asked the emerald-eyed, as he got close enough. He noted in the dim light blond shiny hair. "It's cold, why aren't you at home? … Are you okay?"He also got lost? At this hour nobody is supposed to be here.

The other one raised his ocean eyes at his interlocutor. His sight was indifferent… or rather cold. The blond took deep breath, and pulled out the cigarette from his mouth, releasing a cloud of smelling smoke.
"What do you want?" his voice was nice. It would be even nicer if its' tone wasn't so harsh. "Go away!"

The brunette eyed the boy and his light clothing.
"Em, you know… it's autumn. Why are you–"
"Why do you care?" the blond snarled whereupon he threw the ember on the sidewalk and trampled it. The taller one was watching him.
"You shouldn't do something like that."
"Cuz what?"
"It's littering. And unhealthy."

The sapphire-eyed chuckled sneeringly and after a while he was laughing out loud. As he stopped, his face wore inscrutable expression again.
"Go home, naïve boy and let me work."
"Say what? Work?–"
Then time big cold drops started dropping from the sky. The younger boy shredded and folded his arms. His lips tighten in line. The brunette glanced toward his home, unzipped his hoodie and put on the blonde. "Don't catch a cold." he smiled.

The blonde one looked at him with widen eyes with truly astonishment.
"I don't want any–!" he pulled the hood but the emerald-eyed stopped him.
"Shut up." The brunet thought if he was more decisive it would work. "Just get this fucking piece of cloth. If something, ask about Eren Jeager."
"Yeah…" the blond gave up.

Eren patted the boy's shoulder and strode toward his home. At the end of the street he looked back. He saw as a car stopped at the blond who leans forward and talk with the driver. Then the small figure disappeared in depths of the car.

Ah, rebelious yought. I'm glad his father didn't let him stay like that.

The grey smoke rise and disappeared in the air. The pair of azure eyes was watching as it was spreading in beams of lantern.

The boy glanced at the street. No potential client. No… one.
While the weather like this nobody wants to hang outside. He thought wrapping himself tighter in thin leather jacket. Especially in areas as rotten as this one. Well, at least it makes easier to notice horny guys – there's no other reason to come here if you are a decent man.

His sight went up at the cloudy sky. Hm, Nimbostratus. So it'll be raining soon...
Through his mind dashed tons, waves, avalanches of scientific information and math schemes which he hadn't used since long time. He felt tears coming to his eyes.
The boy shook off these thoughts as a bad memory and glanced at street again. He wanted anybody to come in order to he couldn't think about some kind of stuff.
His wish was granted.

Yet another fucking day in my fucked life! "It's you again?" the blond sighed, as he noted the brunette from that night approaching to him. His irritable grin was even wider.
"Nice to see you too! Are you always so enthusiastic at greetings?"
"Don't pretend you're funny nor we're friends. You were intruding yourself few days ago, that's all! Why did come here agai–… Oh, yeah! Sorry about your hoodie. I've lost it somewhere." said the blond, but it was difficult to guess if he was sorry for real.
"It's okay." Eren shrugged his arms. "You needed it more. I'm glad it was useful."
"Yeah, whatever. Do you want something?"
"Nothing special, just to talk a bit. Why are you so raging?"
"Cuz you're disturbing me! You're deterring my clients – go away!"
Eren looked around and gave the boy lenient glace. "Clients? Are you working? At that hour?"
"Yes, I do."
"Don't be stupid. Supposedly as who?" snorted.

As the answer Eren received only ironical look. The smirk crawled on the blonde's mouths. "Guess." he threw a cigarette-butt on street, and walked toward the car which were staying nearby since couple of minutes. Eren saw in dim light as the boy leaned forward the driver, and after exchanging few words he got in. The car drove away.

Cogwheels in Eren's mind started analyzing.
Pretty young boy. He wears obscene clothes. He stays alone, though it's very late. He stays in good-noticeable place (at LANTERN?~!). He doesn't wait for anyone particular. He gets in cars of stranger people. . .

"Oh my God…" he whispered under his breath.

The very next evening Eren found the boy standing at that same place. He saw clearly his irritation, as the other noted him from the distance. The blond turned his head as if it could stop the emerald-eyed from starting conversation with him.

"Um, hi." Eren started with visibly more reserve than yesterday.
The boy released loud groan. You lamer! Why did you brought your ass here if you don't like to talk with me? "What?!" Please, say that you will never ever chat up with me and – even if you could just do this without declaration – we are done!
"I just wanted to tell you… eh. You were right – I'm naïve. But yesterday I finally realized 'something' and… Listen, I know that you are… em… you work as a…" he couldn't find words for expressing it in a proper way.
"Bitch?" ended the blond, shooting him a sidelong glance and chuckled. Eren felt a bit uncomfortable. He and his mates were using this word always when they wanted to offend someone. But now he didn't. "Your innocent mouth can't say aloud this word, can it? Yes, I'm a whore. Will you leave me alone now?"
"Are you scared of me?"
"I'm pissed off of you!"
"Why?"
"Cuz you're still around me! Why do you do this? You like me? 150$ and I'm literally yours! At least for one night. There's no need to sniffing around like that – look and decide if you take it or not."

The brunette didn't like the way and tone which the other was describing all of these. As if he were a merchant and wanted to sell some items. But this 'item' was he himself.
"I'm not interested in you in THAT way! I just want to talk with you."
"Listen to me, boy" the blond stood on top of his toes to look taller. It didn't work too much – he still was shorter about an inch but his tone was serious and firm. "I have no time for exchanging gossips. My time is precious and that's why it's for rent. And you're disturbing me whole time, so get the fuck away from here!" his voice trembled with anger.

Eren said nothing. He usually was getting mad and started to shout back if someone had aggressive attitude towards him. But then he stayed calm. Any voice back of his head told him that screams and anger wouldn't work. But he knew what is highly likely to be working.

The brunette turned back without a word and disappeared at the end of the street. The small boy was watching him. He swallowed a few salt tears which were striving to flow out of his eyes – as usually when he was bitter for someone.
When did I lean to raise my voice like that…?

Meanwhile Eren got back to his room, sat on the chair at the desk and tilted his head back. He was staring at the ceiling for a while thinking intensively. Then he took some deep breaths, stood up and took out the small box underneath his bed.

Well, I won't save for Christmas as much as I planned.