A/N: What?! Broke 100 reviews? Thank you so much! You make my day. I'll answer some now.

Daktasinsanity - It doesn't seem like a flame at all! Actually, it made me feel better.

calleyrose - I was actually planning on having that happen. How did you know? Don't tell anyone!

ObsessedWithPercyJackson - Sorry not sorry. (Haha, just wait a bit, pretty please. I'll fix it with fluffies.)

Everyone else - You guys rock. Sorry I didn't reply to them all! I can PM you if you want me to answer you or anything. We can just talk if you want. I'm down with that. Also, the first part of this will be JeArmin.

Jean felt a stinging pain as Armin slapped him, not looking the least bit sorry for what he did. Armin had seen Jean staring at Freckled Jesus. Of course he would get angry! But Jean just had to go and pour lemon juice on the wound, saying "I couldn't help it!" and "Come on, you know he's good looking!"

During that, Ymir had walked by and scowled. "That's not how you apologize, dumbass." she had said., putting her hands on her hips.

Marco's freckle twin. Great. Jean had mimicked her scowl. "There's nothing to apologize for."

Ymir made a disgusted look and left. That's when Armin slapped him.

"Jean..." Armin said, his voice breaking. Jean's eyes widened. Was Armin... crying? Yes, tears streamed down the smaller boy's face, making it red and blotchy. Armin's hair fell around his face as he lowered his head, his shoulders shaking.

"Armin-" Jean started, stepping forward. Armin stepped back.

"No, Jean." Armin shook his head. "I can't do this anymore."

"What?" asked Jean, looking like he had just been run over.

"I can't!" Armin screamed, drawing attention. He ran away, swiping tears away. He wasn't going to let Jean hurt him anymore. He just couldn't bear it. It was too painful...

Jean ran a hand through his hair. What the hell?! What the ever-loving fuck was going through Armin's mind? He was just checking Marco out! That was it! He hadn't tried to kiss him or anything. What was Armin getting so goddamn angry about?!

Just then, poor unlucky Marco walked by. He stopped by Jean, who wouldn't have noticed him if he hadn't. Poor, poor Marco.

"Are you OK?" he asked, being as nice as he is. Jean looked up at Marco and stared for a minute. Then, he made quite possibly the worst mistake of his life.

He grabbed Marco's shirt, pulling him forward and crushing their lips together. Marco made a small noise of surprise. Jean felt... wrong. Marco wasn't Armin. Actually, he felt sick. He pulled back and nodded. That was all the proof he needed. Not to prove anything to Armin, but to himself.

"What?" asked Marco, his face flushed and his shirt rumpled. Jean patted him on the shoulder, causing Marco to jump.

"Sorry." said Jean, running in the direction Armin had gone. He made up his mind.

He was going to fix this.

Eren knew that he shouldn't avoid Levi because of his parents. He knew that he should have told Mikasa or Armin. He knew that he should come out to his parents for real, even if it meant he was going to be kicked out.

He knew, and yet...

Eren jumped as his phone beeped for the thirteenth time. Another text from Levi. Most of them had been from the older man, but some of them were from Mikasa. He hadn't answered any of them. He didn't want them feeling sorry for him. He could do this himself. He could tell his parents flat out, he could take whatever they threw at him (perhaps literally), and he could do it alone.

Recently, before the incident, Eren had been feeling... strangely toward Levi. His heart fluttered when he was around him. When Levi smiled, and that was rare, Eren had felt happier. And he hadn't even known the man but for a few weeks. Eren got up, throwing on his scarf and walking out the door, not bothering to ask his parents if he could leave.

He thought that this was something special. Sure, many people experienced it. But to him, it was special. He might be in love with Levi. He would tell his parents. Not today, but sometime soon. He would tell them.

And he would be free.

Meanwhile, Levi threw his phone onto the bed in frustration. What the hell? What did he do? Did he say something? Was Eren afraid of him? It sure didn't seem like it. Levi threw himself down on the perfectly made bed.

Yeah, he had feelings for the damn brat. Maybe he would have told him if Eren wasn't ignoring him. Levi got up, putting on his heavy coat. He walked out into the halls and outside, hoping for some fresh air. He needed it.

He walked down the street, not sure where he was going. He blew out a puff of air, watching as the small cloud dissipated. It was cold. Levi found himself wondering when Thanksgiving was. He loved his brother's turkey.

He was so lost in thought that he bumped right into someone. He started to apologize, but something caught his eyes before he saw the person's face. Those green eyes...

"Eren?"

A/N: Haha! I suck. But I suck less when you review.

I was crying when I wrote the scene with Armin and Jean. I don't know, I think I influenced my feelings too much? Is it possible to be heartbroken over something you write? I wrote this right after drinking coffee, so my fingers were all over the place. Also, my cat was all over me, and I couldn't push her off because she just got fixed. Needless to say, I made quite a few mistakes before proof-reading.