A/N: I sincerely qpologize for what I'm about to do.
Eren's mouth opened and closed, causing him to resemble a gaping fish. Levi watch Eren questioningly. What was the brat freaking out so much about? His parents' faces were red from some sort of emotion, Levi could tell, but he couldn't tell which emotion.
Then, Eren was hauled inside by an angry looking man and the door slammed. Levi stared at the door in bewilderment. What the hell?
"Who was that?!" shouted Grisha angrily. Eren's parents were visibly upset, Grisha looking furious and Carla looking heartbroken.
Eren panicked. "Marco." he blurted. Shit, he thought, Sorry, Marco.
"We never want to see 'Marco' again!" his father yelled.
"Or we may never see you in heaven!" Carla sobbed.
Eren was feeling terrified and sad at once, which wasn't a good combination. He knew his parents were homophobic, but he hadn't expected them to react like this!
"It's just... wrong." Grisha fumed, looking disgusted. Carla nodded in agreement. "It's not right. It's gross." (A/N: I apologize to anyone I may be offending, I do not share Grisha and Carla's views.)
"But, Dad, it's not really-" Eren began, trying to plead with his father, to get him to understand. It wasn't gross at all. It didn't affect Grisha's life in any way who Eren dated and who he didn't. But his parents didn't get it.
"It is!" Grisha yelled. Eren felt tears prick at his eyes. "And.. I can't believe you would date a man." He said the word as if he were saying Obama. (Grisha is a Republican. Now, this is my own opinion, but it's not surprising, right?)
Eren stayed silent. He didn't know what to do. What should he do in a situation like this? In the end, he just stood there an took it, every word feeling like a knife in his chest. When they were done, they forbid him from seeing "Marco" again. Eren nodded and walked into his room, flopping onto his bed. His phone was beeping. He picked it up.
What the hell was that?
Eren stared at the message for a few minutes, then tossed his phone aside, burying his face in his pillows and falling into a fitful sleep.
The next day, Eren was working. His parents had been against it. "What if Marco works there?"
Mikasa had looked at them with confusion before saying, "Marco doesn't work there."
And so, Eren could work. Just his luck, both Levi and Marco were there. Eren tried to ignore Levi's piercing gaze. He instead served Marco, who Mikasa was currently glaring at. She thought that Marco had been bullying Eren or something, which was strange, because Marco was Freckled Jesus. Eren caught Jean staring at Marco, but decided against telling Armin.
"Oi, brat!" Eren heard when his shift was over. He had walked out with Mikasa. Levi was standing with his back against the wall, looking pissed.
"Eren," Mikasa said, "What's Levi-not-Rivialle doing here?"
Levi chose to ignore her comment. "Hey, why didn't you text me back?"
Eren felt a stabbing pain in his chest and bit his lip, looking away. "B-because... because I didn't want to."
Levi's eyebrows rose. "And why not?"
Eren balled his fists, looking anywhere but Levi. Mikasa noticed his hesitation and stepped up.
"Hey, don't bully him." she said.
"Bully?" asked Levi, clearly confused. Hadn't Eren just told him that he wanted to go on another date?
Eren ran away, and Mikasa followed, shouting questions at him. Levi ran a hand through his hair. Why wasn't the teen talking to him? Had he done something wrong? Was the scarf not clean enough? Frustrated, Levi walked away.
A/N: It's only temporary! But maybe not for a long time if you review. I'm a review whore.
Short! But I'm not in the best mood and I had to take a three-hour test, so go easy on me. It's ok if you hate me. I would hate me too if I had done that to myself.