Marco x Jean: The stupid Ditch part 1.
One night that's all I asked, just one with Jean is all I have ever asked. But I guess Wishing is for children. I mean why Jean would even look at me, He is tall and handsome and….. Tall and very handsome. But I guess I have got to keep on pretending. Ah well at least I can still be near him every day.
"Hey, Marco, come over here!" I turned to see him calling me over. Oh man I hope I'm not blushing, please don't be blushing.
"What is it Jean?" I yell as I run towards him, tripping on a rock that sends me flying over into someone's arms. STUPID ROCK I think to myself as I look up to see who caught me. I quickly stumble back, it was Jean! Why Jean! Him of all people, I feel like pulling my shirt over my head and dying in the ditch they found. Wait why is there a ditch there? I turn to look back at jean before I fall; yep I am falling into the ditch because, I didn't look where I was going.
"Jean! Don't fall into this small crowded ditch that would squeeze two people ….. , Actually fall into this ditch so you can help me out!" ha ha now he will come in here and "OW!" he fell on top of me.
~Later (night time) ~
"Lucky I always carry a flashlight in my pocket!" I say, pulling out a small flashlight. "Marco…"
"Yes Jean….?" I say looking at him because it isn't that cramped in here.
"Never mind" he says turning back over.
"Well Goodnight the….." I feel something... It's Jean his soft lips are pressed against mine. They feel so warm on the winter night, I blush my face is probably redder than a tomato.
"Marco, I love you".
~End of Part 1~