Published: June 26, 2015

Edited: June 28, 2015

Edited Again: September 14, 2017

~·~

"So, this is my room." I show him the room which was mine. 

"Hmph." Was all he said as he walks in. He opens one of my drawers. I didn't really know why he was. "Tch. The way you organize your panties. It's embarrassing." He says shaking his head in disappointment.

"Hey!" I say, snapping my glare at him as I quickly walk over to him. My foot accidentally hits the the edge of my bedside, "Ow ow ow ow ow!" I grab hold of my foot and tumble toward Levi. He surprisingly caught me in his arms but the gravity of the fall pulls him down with me and makes me accidentally fall on top of him.

We laid there in the awkward position. We lay there for a few moments until Levi speaks, "Get off me you brat!" He says as he pushes me off of him, "I felt crushed under you." He insults me. I could feel my cheeks get warm.

"I'm not that heavy, asshole." I mutter.

He dusts his suit off as he stands himself up. I'm still laying on the floor in a awkward way. It surprises me that he caught me but kinda failed doing so. But it surprised me even more that he didn't even offer to help me get up.

"I'm going to go in the kitchen to check up on those two." He says. He almost sounded like a parent checking on two teenagers who are alone somewhere when he said this. But before he walks out of the room, he stops at the doorway, "And by the way, please close your legs. No one wants to see your panties. No matter how good they look." He informs with a smirk which disappears in just a millisecond and walks away.

"What?" I ask myself as sit myself up. I look down and see that he was right. That awkward position I was in, my legs were spread wide open revealing my panties. I then realize that when I was thinking of Levi informing me of what he just witnessed, my face was turning to fifty shades of red.

I sit on my bed, with my hands on both sides of my cheeks, thinking of the way I had just embarrassed myself. Levi pops his head back in, "Your mother just wanted to let you know that dinner was ready." I look up at him. Staring. He makes his "Tch" sound, "Don't just sit there like you having fucking polio. Come on." He says impatiently. I quickly got up and followed him to my kitchen.

Levi's POV
(Y/n) follows me to the kitchen. Out of nowhere she asks me, "Why, were you looking in my drawers? Especially my underwear drawer."

I stop in my tracks and turn around to face her. Of course, she wasn't paying attention and walked right into me. Making her fall right on top of me, again. I could feel my temper rise a bit, "Are you fucking blind?!"

"S-Sorry!" She apologizes.

"Just get off me, brat." I snarl. She gets off me. "I just wanted to see how you organize your clothing. Turns out I chose the wrong drawer." I simply state as I stand up walk into the dining room.

I helped (Y/n)'s mother set the table. After I'm done, I sit down at the dinner table at the end in the middle. (Y/n) is standing right next to me. I look up and glare at her, "What do you want, brat?" I ask.

"U-Um... Y-You're sitting in my seat..." 

"Yeah? So?" 

"Oh, Levi, hun, (Y/n) has always say in that seat. Her father used sit right in the seat next to the one you are now sitting in. But you can sit in my husb-er- Well my ex-husband's seat. I'm sure (Y/n) won't mind. Will you, (Y/n)?" (Y/n)'s mother explains. (Y/n) nods her head, a bit sad about it. I feel a pang of guilt hit me.

I hated it when someone makes me feel guilty of something. I sighed, got up, and sat in (Y/n)'s father's seat. (Y/n) sits in her seat. We begin to eat. My feel phone vibrate in my pocket. I slowly and carefully take it out. My father hated it when I had my phone out, especially at the dinner. The one dumbass rule a parents make.

I check my phone under the table. It was from my boss:

Sent from:Shitty Boss
Ackerman, I'm going to have you work extra shifts tomorrow. There's no such thing as taking "no" as an answer.
6:15 p.m.

I roll my eyes and and breath a very big sigh. I start typing back:

Send to:Shitty Boss
Alright. Whatever. I'll do it if I get a raise.
6:15 p.m.

I continue to eat and waited for a response. My phone vibrates:

Sent from:Shitty Boss
What?! No! There is no way I'm giving you extra if you work extra shifts.
6:16 p.m.

I smirk:

Send to:Shitty Boss
You said never take "no" as an answer. Didn't you?
6:16 p.m.

I smirk to myself and continued to eat. It only took a couple of minutes until I get a text back:

Sent from:Shitty Boss
Alright, alright. Fine, I'll pay you extra. Just do your extra shifts cleaning the shops windows and organizing the book shelves before closing time. Alright?
6:20 p.m.

I roll my eyes:

Send to:Shitty Boss
Alright. See you tomorrow, jackass.
6:20 p.m.

I waited and he responds:

Sent from:Shitty Boss
See you tomorrow, dumbass.
6:21 p.m.

I work part time at a jewelry shop. I make sure all the glasses and windows are clean. I particularly make sure everything is clean. I also help the customers pick the jewelry for an engagement or a gift.

(Y/n) nudges me on my arm. I glare at her and she slightly moves her head to my father's direction who was glaring at me with his,"put your phone away" stare.

"It was about damn work, alright. No need to stare at me like that." I shot. 

"Levi, language." My father said sternly. 

"Whatever."I huffed and continued to eat. Not making eye contact.

"Anyway, I have to explain to you two what we were planning to do."bMy father sighed. 

"What plan?" (Y/n) asked while drinking her water. 

"Well," (Y/n) mother begins, "John and I were planning before the marriage that, Levi and John should move in with us!" She says cheerfully.

(Y/n) chokes, hearing what her own mother had just said. She starts coughing. "Oi, brat, there is a thing called taking sips. Don't just take big ass gulps." I say not really caring that she was choking. 

"Levi, language."

"*cough* *cough* sorry *cough* di-did you just say that they were moving in?!" She says shocked. I didn't blame her. Even I didn't know that we were moving in with them. 

"Why?"I ask. 

"So, then it would be easier for us to get to know each other better, right before the marriage and before the honeymoon. And the more you and (Y/n) get to know each other, the more closer you guys would get as family." My father explains. (Y/n) looks me with cold eyes. First time I have ever seen her expression like that.

"S-So when are you moving in?" She asks turning her attention to my father and her mother. 

"In the next week or two."My father says. My eyes widen.

 "Two damn weeks?!" 

"Levi-" 

"I know, I know. 'Levi, language'." I say imitating him.

That kind of earned a chuckle from (Y/n). "Anyway, so Levi, we are going to start packing maybe around 10 boxes of our things when we get home." My father informs. 

I sigh, "Alright. Let's just finish eating and get the fuck out of here."

And that's what we did. My father didn't even bother to warn me about my choice of words. We all continued to eat. All of us except (y/n).