Levi's P.O.V.

"This place is disgusting. What are you, a fucking pig?" I looked around the trashed hotel room with disgust. How can anyone live like this for more than an hour. I won't even step into the house if there's a mud spot, let alone things strewn everywhere. "Were you raised in a damn barn?"

Eren shrugged and kicked things out of the way as he walked past me. "My family never cared about being clean. Only my mother did and even she eventually gave up on all of us." This kid was interesting in appearance and personality. He was tall, tan-skinned, chestnut brown hair, and the most spectacular teal eyes I've ever seen. His features were lean but there was muscle from what I could tell. His face was very round and almost baby-like. Like he hadn't quite hit puberty yet in his face. And his personality? Chaotic but also calm. He stuttered a lot, that's for sure. Like he was nervous he would say the wrong thing and get in trouble. But there was a certain fire in his teal green-blue eyes that I had to appreciate. "So do you want to take a shower or just want a towel?"

"If the bathroom is in the same state as this damn room then I'll take the towel." Eren laughed. It was a very nice laugh. Smooth and comfortable. Youthful.

"Here you are grumpy cat."

A white towel came hurdling toward my head but it made an easy catch. "Grumpy cat?" I raised an eyebrow. "That's the best you could fucking do? You need to work on your insults brat."

I heard a sight huff come from him. "I'm not a brat. I happened to have just turned twenty-one last week."

"Tch! And I'm thirty so to me you're a brat." I ran the towel through my hair and when I looked up Eren was staring at me, almost shocked. "What?"

"Nothing! It's just t-that you don't really look thirty. You look my age." He fiddled with the end of his sopping wet green button down that suited his skin color very well. "I'm going to take a shower. Feel free to stay or leave. Whatever suits your fancy." The young brunette disappeared behind the bathroom door, leaving me alone with the sound of running shower water.

That kid was weird.

I neatly folded the towel he gave me and set it on his bed, deciding that I was gong to be a nosy motherfucker today and snoop around the room. It was the stereotypical French hotel room, but it sure had a nice view. I walked over to the wooden desk that was in front of a large window that looked out over the square. There was a pricey Apple Macbook on the desk and it was open, but not on since the screen was black. Next to it was a very professional looking camera with a carrying case next to it. I picked it up trying to look for the brand or any indication of what kind of camera it was. There was no label on it but it might have been a Canon of some kind. I'm not a photography or camera expert. I turned it on and it opened automatically into the picture library. There were about twenty pictures on it and all of Paris but nothing more. He probably uploaded all his pictures onto his computer. Smart move kid. I scrolled though what few pictures were on the camera and stopped on a specific one. It was of a girl with long black hair and gray eyes sitting on a park bench, reading a book. She was dressed in a red skirt, black blouse, knee-high socks, and flats. I knew this girl. Actually I'm related to her. It's Mina Caroline. My cousin.

I've live with Mina and her parents for my whole life. My mother died while giving birth to me and my father got in a car crash while on his way to the hospital, killing him instantly. I never knew my parents and after I was born the Caroline's, my cousins, adopted me into their family when I was just fresh out of the womb. Mina was born about three years after me, making her twenty-three. She was like a little sister to me. She's possibly the only person I'm not an asshole to all the time.

What was weird about this whole situation was that this kid has a picture of my cousin on his camera and possibly his computer. That will not do considering that's just creepy. But it was a nice picture of her. She always looked best in pictures when she didn't know you were taking one of her. She says it's the same with her but since I have the best natural camera seeking skills I know when anyone is going to take a picture of me.

"Seems you've found my secret nerd love." I turned around and a clean and fresh Eren was standing behind me. He took the camera from me and sat at the desk, powering on his laptop. Was he going to show me the rest of his pictures? "Well, this isn't even close to being my nerd side but it's what you've seen." He smiled and logged into the computer. A website was pulled up. A blog it looked like. Wait, I know this blog. I go on it quite often. I even talk to the administrator of the blog... No fucking way.

"Do you run this website brat?" I leaned down next to him. He smelled cleaner, that's for sure. Like vanilla or something. Oh god Levi, stop being so creepy.

"Yeah. I have been for the past three years, when I started traveling. It's kinda like a diary for my travels. Anonymous though so no one knows it's me. I don't want anyone I know finding it and then tracking me down." He sighed at the screen and minimized the screen out. His background was a picture of three people. Himself, a girl, and another guy. They looked to be in a park of some sort and were sitting on a bench. They were probably fifteen or sixteen, all smiling. Eren was in the center of the two people, his arms around them and looking to be laughing about something that the girl next to him said. She had chin length black hair, almost black looking eyes, and had a very...oriental look to her. On the other side of him was a small blonde boy with a bowl cut of some sort, but it worked for him, also with blue eyes. They were all dressed in clothes more appropriate for the summer time. All looking so happy. Carefree.

"The girl is Mikasa, my half sister. My dad cheated on my mom around the time she got pregnant with me. When she was born we took her in. My mom treats her like she's her own daughter though." He pointed to the blonde. "That's Armin, my best friend. He looks small but he's very large in intelligence. Cruising his way through college right now probably. I'm almost positive he could rule the whole world with his brains." He looked wistfully at the picture. "We were juniors when I took this. Feels like so long ago."

"Six years can be quite some time brat. When was the last time you saw them."

"The day I left for China. My first trip away. I've stayed out of contact with all friends and family. Changed my phone number and everything." He sighed. "I wanted to leave and start over. Travel and be free. So in order to do that I needed to no longer talk to them. Hell, I don't even know if anyone I know is still alive."

I hummed and picked back up the camera, showing him the picture of Mina. "I live with her. She's my cousin."

Eren's face turned red as he grabbed the camera. "Good thing I haven't uploaded these yet. I can delete it if you want." He looked down at the picture. "Sorry I took the picture. She was just s calm, sitting there reading a book. So natural. That's a passion of mine. People. I love observing behaviors and reactions. How they move and talk." He smiled. "Germans truly are intense people, especially the women. When I was in Germany a woman threw her purse at me. I swear to God it had a damn brick in it."

"Funny." I said in a monotone voice. "You don't have to delete the picture. It's a nice picture of her. But if you have any pictures of me you will delete them or I swear I'll fucking break your scrawny ass."

Eren laughed at me and plugged a cable into his laptop, starting to upload the rest of the pictures. "Consider the threat taken seriously."

"So you have a half sister then?" I sat on the bed behind the desk and Eren got up and moved next to me, at a safe distance of course.

"Yeah. she's a month older than me but she acts years older. Also really protective. When I left and never came back I'm pretty sure she flipped. If I ever see her again she might kill me before she hugs me." He pulled his knees up to his chest. "But she's great. When we were younger my parents made up the excuse that we adopted her, which we did but in a different way than they were implying. When we found out the truth Mikasa yelled at my dad. We found out when we were fourteen. My mother of course saved him by saying that it was all water under the bridge and that Mikasa was like a birth daughter to her, which she is. My mother, her name is Carla, treats all my friends like they're her children. My dad, Grisha, on the other hand spends too much time at the hospital or on business trips to have payed a damn lick of attention to our family. Grisha Jaeger, world renowned doctor. Everywhere I travel when I tell people my last name they automatically talk about my father and all the great things he's done for medicine, science, and society. They don't know the real him..."

"Well," I turned around and faced him. "I never had to deal with family drama and asshole dads. Neither did I deal with friends. People aren't my style, except when I tell people my job they don't believe me." I smirked at the look of curiosity that crossed his face. "And now you want to know what said job is." Eren nodded eagerly, like some sort of puppy. "Well brat, I am what I like to call an "entertainer"."

Eren's head cocked to the side. "So you're a singer? Dancer? Stripper?" Damn this kid has no filter.

"No, I'm different. I'm a drag queen."

The brunette gave a chocking noise of surprise and looked at me in shock. You could read this kid like an open book. "B-But you don't e-even look like one!"

"That's what they said when I went and applied for the job when I was your age. But after nine years I'm the best one they got at that damn place. On the nights I preform it's a full house because everyone wants to see me. I get them their profit. Funny thing is an American woman hired me. She's one of the many co-owners of the joint and the moment I walked in she screamed "We must hire him!" all around the bar. She lives in Vegas and runs a casino and bar of her own but still co-owns. She even comes out every once in a while to see me. Although she's annoying as fuck. Crazy as hell too. She's bipolar and it shows. Her name's Hanji Zoe."

"Interesting woman." Eren muttered before looking at me again. "But I still can't believe you'd be a drag queen! Do you have a stage name?" This brat was curious, that's a fact. His eyes were lit up with curiosity and wonder. He must have never seen a drag queen before. Everyone assumes we cross dress outside of work but we all don't. That's just my job, not my life. The only reason I do it is because the pay is amazing.

"My stage name is whatever person they want me to be that night." I rolled my eyes before smirking again. "My most popular nights are when I pole dance."

"You what?! Pole dance!" He looked utterly terrified.

I nodded. "You're obviously straight as a pencil if the idea of a pole dancing drag queen scares you this much."

"N-No it's not that. You just seem like the kind of person who doesn't put on a show for people. You seem more like the person people put the show on for."

I raised an eyebrow. "Interesting notion you've got there." I stood up and looked at the time. "Speaking of which, i'm working a shift tonight at the bar. Which means I get to leave the fucking pigsty and go somewhere clean all night."

"You're preforming tonight?"

"No, I'm working the bar. And even if I was it's not like you could see it anyway. It's a high class bar, which means the rich politicians and dignitaries. One look at you and they'd throw your ass out. Now I must go. Hanji is here tonight and she probably wants to pick out my costume." I walked toward the door and before I could open it I felt a small hand grab my arm. The brat has small hands?

"Could I at least get your number? You seem like an interesting person and I'd like to get to know you better and-"

"If I give you my number will you shut up so I can fucking leave?"

He nodded and I grabbed his phone from his hands and entered in my number, making him do the same. "See you around kid."

"See ya." He smiled, waving slightly.

Damn that kid was a dumbass brat. How cute.