A/N: I didn't think about this chapter before writing it, so this is going to be all stuff I'm thinking up on the spot. Ha ha ha... ha...
calleyrose - As I've said before, you're awesome. Seriously.
Daughter of Zeus007 - We could have a beautiful friendship, you and I.
Guest (1)- Your English is very good! And I love Levi's butt, too. It's quite glorious.
MercySummer - Um... *sweats nervously* How did you figure it out?
Guest (2) - "Levi" and "Rivialle" are the same. Both of the names belong to the same man, it's just that some people call him Levi and some call him Rivialle. I threw in the "Rivialle" to add a bit of intimacy. (And apparently my computer doesn't think belong is a word?)
"Pretty please?" asked Jean, batting his eyes. Armin rolled his eyes, but he grinned anyway.
Thankfully, Jean hadn't let Armin drink (even though it would have been of great benefit to him, if you know what I mean) and Armin did not have a hangover. They were in Jean's house. Jean's parents had gone on a trip for a week, allowing Armin to stay over.
"No." Armin shook his head, his blonde hair swishing as he did so. Maybe he should cut it. He often got bullied because of his bowl cut, but he couldn't afford to go to a barber. So he had Mikasa and Eren cut his hair with a (you guessed it) bowl. The bullies didn't matter; Jean liked his hair, anyway.
"With a cherry on top?" asked Jean, now making his lower lip tremble. Armin smirked.
"If you ask so desperately," he said, "It makes it even more fun to say no."
Suddenly, Armin found himself pinned to the wall. They had been sitting on Jean's bed, so now Jean was looming over him. He was scaring Armin a bit, but not much. Armin knew that Jean wouldn't try anything.
"Will you go out with me?" Jean asked huskily, his warm breath tickling Armin's ear. Armin squirmed, trying to get out from under Jean. Jean grinned and closed the distance between the two. Their lips met, soft ones against rough, chapped ones. Armin halfheartedly tried to pull away, but Jean slid a hand through Armin's hair, effectively stopping Armin's progress. His mind was completely blank save for one thing: Jean.
Armin responded hungrily, wrapping his arms around Jean's sturdy torso. Jean was surprised at first, the happiness filled him up so completely that he pulled away and hugged Armin tight.
"Jean?" asked Armin. His lips brushed Jean's blonde hair where it stood up in a cowlick. Armin had always like that cowlick.
"Mm?" asked Jean in response, his face buried in Armin's hair.
"I can't breathe." Armin complained. Secretly, though, he wanted to stay just like this. Jean loosened up a little.
"Sorry." he said. They stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but were probably only a few short minutes, enjoying each other's warmth.. Then, Armin's phone rang.
"Who's interrupting our quality time together?" Jean growled, pulling away completely so Armin could answer his phone. Armin looked at the collar ID. Grump, it said.
"Levi." Armin said, answering the phone. Levi and Armin had become good friends after Eren introduced them. Levi and Mikasa? Not so much.
"Hello?" asked Armin. Jean sat back irritably. A scowl settled on his face.
"Have you seen Eren?" asked a monotone voice from the other end. Even on the phone, Levi sounded grumpy.
"No. He left the bonfire early. Why?" asked Armin, a bit of worry cutting into his voice.
"He hasn't come home. It's two in the evening, goddamn it!" and with that, the angry voice cut off. Levi had hung up. Armin glanced up at Jean, fear prominent on the blonde's face.
"Eren hasn't come back."
Fuck, fuck, fuck! the word ran through Levi's head a billion times. Where was Eren? He knew that the brat would stay out late, but it was ten in the morning! What the ever loving -
Calm down. Levi told himself. He took a deep breath. Then another one. Eren was probably drunk and hungover at a friend's house. He would just have to wait until Eren came home. Yes, that was it. Then why wouldn't he come back here? the thought ran though Levi's mind before he could stop it.
He waited. And waited. He occupied himself with his work, but couldn't concentrate. All he could think was, Eren, Eren, Eren...
At two, Levi decided to call someone. The least annoying of Eren's friends, Armin. The phone rang once, twice, three times before he picked up.
"Hello?" asked Armin, sounding a bit giddy. Levi raised his eyebrows. What was up with him?
"Have you seen Eren?" asked Levi, trying to sound as indifferent as possible. But the noise in his brain was so loud. So fucking loud. Eren, Eren, Eren...
"No. He left the bonfire early. Why?" Levi could hear the frown on Armin's face and the hint of worry that had made it's way into his voice. That couldn't be good. Levi let out a string of curse words mentally, starting with the least offensive and ending it with one that would make you cry. And he did this silently, all in one split second.
"He hasn't come home." Levi said. "It's two in the evening, goddamn it!" he slammed the phone shut. He hadn't meant to freak out like that, especially with Armin listening, but...
Where the hell was Eren? He should be back by now. All of the possibilities flew through Levi's head at once: raped, murdered, kidnapped, all three, ran away, passed out on the street corner...
Eren, Eren, Eren...
A/N: How's that for pulling this chapter out my ass?
This isn't too suggestive to be in the T section, is it? I don't think so. By T of course I mean OT. That should be a rating.