Summary: Jean Kirschtein befriends fellow student, Marco Bodt. But when Jean finds out that Marco is sick, he does all he can to make his life better. To make him happy and give him anything he wants. And he's one-hundred percent sure that he will succeed.

Once again, this is an idea I've had in my head for a while but I never really knew how to start it, but it eventually came to me. Also, I had no idea on what to name this so I hope 'Love Sick' is alright. :3c Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it, and thanks for reading!

This was sooo boring! The professor was boring, the class was boring - everything about college was boring. Absolutely everything. And Jean really couldn't wait until he would graduate, which actually wasn't that far away. Just a few more months and Jean would finally be leaving this hell-hole.

But he'd still have his parents to deal with, knowing that they would just keep nagging at him until he got a job or something. And he would find one...eventually.

Jean snapped out of his small reverie the moment the bell rang. I finally get to go home, he thought as he began packing up his things. He then headed out of the classroom and began making his way down the hall to leave. But, when he saw Mikasa out of the corner of his eyes, he just kind of...stood there, watching her.

Mikasa Ackerman was such a beautiful girl. Smart, too. And Jean was determined to make her let him take her out on a date. One date was all he wanted. But there was one problem; she was always hanging around with Eren Jaeger. She was like the...protective older sister.

And that was unfortunate for Jean.

They weren't actually blood related, but they were still very, very close and would do anything for each other. And would also do anything for their friend, Armin Arlert. Who was always Jean's friend, and the brunet could always go to him if he just wanted to talk to him. Or if he needed help with some work.

"Watch where you're going, asshole!"

The sound of Eren's voice brought Jean out of his thoughts, thinking that he was actually talking to him. But he wasn't anywhere near him, so he obviously hadn't been talking to him. And then he saw someone on the floor, and Eren was walking away from them, so he assumed that it was the kid on the floor he had been talking to.

"You watch where you're going, Jaeger!" Jean yelled back as he made his way over to the other male, helping him up and then picking up his backpack. "Are you okay...?" He asked as he handed him his bag.

The taller male just nodded and quietly thanked Jean as he took his bag back, slinging it over his shoulder. He then turned around to leave, but Jean's hand on his arm stopped him.

"Hey, wait! I don't mean to sound like a complete asshole but... Who are you? I mean, what's your name?"

"...Marco Bodt."

And just as Jean was about to tell Marco what his name was, he was already walking away, leaving Jean standing there on his own with his mouth open slightly. Now Jean was curious what his problem was, and who he was. What kind of personality did he have? Jean couldn't remember seeing him in any of his classes.

He was sure they'd at least have one or two classes together, but Jean hadn't seen him in any of them. Maybe he actually was in some of Jean's classes, but he didn't see him. He seemed like the kind of person that...didn't get noticed a lot.

Sighing softly, Jean shook his head and finally made his way out of the building. But on the way out, he was asking himself who this Marco guy was. Apparently he wasn't in Eren's good books. But then again, Eren was an asshole to everyone. Well... Everyone except Armin and Mikasa.

Jean met up with his own friends once outside, Connie Springer and Sasha Blouse. And he had to ask his friends if they'd ever seen or heard of Marco. And they hadn't. Why was the guy invisible to everyone?

God, Jean would hate to be invisible to everyone.

The brunet was too busy thinking about Marco that he hadn't even noticed that he and his friends were soon at his house. He was only brought out of his thoughts when Connie lightly punched his arm, laughing as he asked him he was thinking about Mikasa.

"Shut up, man. I'll see you guys tomorrow." He called to them as he headed up the path to his house and headed inside, getting some food before going upstairs to his bedroom. He had homework to do, but he spent the rest of day and night playing some video games before actually going to sleep.

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The next day when he went to college, Jean immediately began looking around for Marco, and he even looked for him during his classes. When it was time for lunch, he didn't even see him in the cafeteria, and it made him wonder if he was imagining things. No, wait. He couldn't be. Eren had obviously saw him, too. However, there was actually one place he hadn't looked yet.

The library.

Jean only went in there when he actually wanted some peace and quiet, or he had some homework to do at the last minute. Well, actually, he did have some homework to do, so it was a good thing he was heading up to the library. But, instead of doing homework, he immediately began looking down the aisles for Marco, and eventually he found him. He was just sitting on his own, listening to his music and reading a book. He looked alone...and sad.

Before he even knew it, Jean was walking over to him and sitting down next to him, causing the other to quickly remove his headphones and look at Jean. His brows furrowed in slight confusion as he stared at the shorter male, wondering why he was sitting with him. Surely he had some more interesting people to be around. Marco was quiet for a few more minutes before he eventually spoke up. "...thank you for helping me yesterday. I'm sorry I suddenly rushed off, but I just wanted to get home."

"Yeah, I can understand the feeling of wanting to get home." Jean laughed softly, holding his hand out and smiling when Marco took it. "I'm Jean Kirschtein. And don't worry about, Jaeger, by the way. He's an asshole to everybody."

Marco nodded and smiled a little as he looked back down to the book he was currently reading, playing with the corner of the page before looking at Jean when he asked what book he was reading. "You'll probably laugh at me when I tell you."

"I promise I won't."

"...Pride and Prejudice."

"Romance?"

"I've always liked these kind of books. But, it does make me wonder if I will ever find someone who can make me happy and put up with me." He chuckled, closing the book over after bookmarking at. He looked at Jean again and then looked down once more, switching off his music.

Jean pursed his lips a little as he watched the other. What was going through his mind? Why was he hiding himself away in the library? Standing up, Jean brushed his clothes off and pulled Marco up to his feet after picking up the book and his phone. "Let's go for a walk, I want to get to know you." He said with a bright smile. His homework could wait, and he didn't care if he got in trouble for it. At the moment, Marco was more important.

There was something about this guy that made Jean feel all...warm inside. And not to mention that his smile was contagious.

Marco had been reluctant about going on a walk, but eventually gave in and just nodded, following Jean out of the library. He wasn't going to give up the chance to make a friend. He didn't have a lot of friends, actually, he didn't have a lot of friends. But he didn't want Jean to know that, because he definitely would laugh at him then.

As the two of them walked, they stayed quiet for a long, long while before Jean eventually broke that silence. "So! Uh, how old are you?"

"I'm 19. I'll be 20 in a few months, though. You?"

"I'm 18."

Marco nodded, looking down at the ground and then back to Jean when he saw him sitting on a bench, immediately walking over to sit down next to him. And...the two of them were quiet again. But Marco really didn't mind, he actually enjoyed the silence. And since he was sitting with someone, it was actually more relaxing to him. That was probably just him, though.

Jean didn't feel the exact same way as Marco. He didn't like silence, it was something he had always hated. It was uncomfortable and awkward. So, he tried really hard to think of something to talk about. Anything! Unfortunately for him, he couldn't think of anything. At least, not straight away. When he finally thought of something to think about, he looked at Marco and smiled. "Hey, Marco. What's your story?"

"...my story...?"

"Yeah, your story. Where were you born? Do you have any siblings? What's your favourite colour? Things like that." Jean smiled at him, and Marco immediately smiled back at him before looking down. His..."story" wasn't something he liked talking about. It wasn't a happy story, and he didn't want to make Jean upset because of it. But Jean had asked, and Marco was going to tell him.

"I was actually born in France, but my parents and I moved here when I was still young. They thought it would be a better place, and they were right. I don't have any siblings, I'm an only child. Which can be fun sometimes, but it's also lonely."

"Ugh, yeah. I know how you feel, I'm also an only child." Jean murmured as he rubbed the back of his head before leaning back against the bench, glancing over to the freckled male before closing his eyes. "Anything else you want to tell me? I mean, we're friends now, you can tell me anything."

The older of the two looked down at his feet and frowned, playing with his own fingers. "Well, since we're friends, I think you should know that I'm sick, and I mean really sick. I've been sick for a good few years, and the doctors still haven't managed to find out what's wrong with me. They've gave me all sorts of medication, and none of it has worked." He murmured, keeping his eyes on the ground as he could feel Jean staring at him.

"I'm strong, though, I know I'll get through this. My mother is obviously still worried. When I was in high school, she would always try and get me to stay home so I could be home schooled." He chuckled, shaking his head. "I told her that I wasn't going to hide away, and I went to school every day. Well, there were a few days where I just couldn't deal with anything and didn't go, but that didn't matter. I mean, if wanted to pick on me, they could. I kept my head held high and I ignored them completely. I still get picked on, believe it or not. I actually heard someone saying today that I look like Death himself..."

As Jean had listened to Marco, his smile immediately disappeared and it was replaced with a frown. Jesus, Marco had went through a lot. And even when he was picked on, he still went to school. He was strong. And he...also kind of did look like Death. It was like he hadn't slept for weeks, but Jean wouldn't say anything about it. The brunet gave him a soft smile and placed his hand on his back. "You're brave, Marco. Not a lot of people would do what you done if they were getting bullied at school. And you are strong." He smiled even more when Marco smiled back at him, then stood up and pulled Marco up with him again. "Let's go do something else."

"W-wait, we have classes to go to-"

"Hey, I still haven't done my homework for a few of those classes, so I really don't want to go to them right now."

Marco stared at him and then just chuckled as he followed behind him, shaking his head. Jean was such a weird person. Funny, but weird. At least, he was weird to Marco. But then again, the freckled male did actually think that a lot of people were weird, and Jean definitely wasn't as weird as them. Marco couldn't help but think that this was the start of a wonderful friendship.