Oneshot

Jean saw blackness. Darkness. He was so tired for a few seconds and had given up. He knew what was going on but he didn't panic because he was too tired to care about anything anymore. He couldn't move his arms. His legs were heavier than anything he had ever carried and he wanted to just sleep. To rest for weeks, just for once. He had been working hard lately so why not?

But… when he opened his eyes and those brown eyes stared into his own, he thought he was losing it. That he was going insane and that he was dreaming or imagining things. This wasn't possible, this couldn't happen.

But there they were. Those perfect brown eyes and that beautiful, warm smile that was only his. That smile that was so fake to others, but so real to Jean. He shook with fright. He couldn't believe that the freckled face best friend that he had longed for so long, that he was standing in front of Jean. That was impossible to the blonde. He bit his lip and tried to keep his tears back.

"Hey, Jean." He said in his kind and honest voice and that was where Jean just lost it completely. "YOU BASTARD!" He exclaimed and jumped on the brown haired male who just smiled as he caught Jean in his arms and they fell down in green, beautiful grass. "I missed you, why did you leave?!" Jean growled and gripped Marco's shirt collar. "I'm sorry, Jean. I wasn't strong enough." He said ands smiled still.

"But it's unfair! Why couldn't you have stayed with me...?" he asked, knowing well that he was childish but he had missed this brunette guy so much that he couldn't think. "Shh… Jean, it's all okay now. We're together again now." He said and grabbed the back of Jean's head, pushing them close to each other so their foreheads leaned against each other. Jean had for a few seconds thought that Marco was gonna kiss him.

He smiled still and sat on Marco's lap quietly now. "I missed you." He mumbled and Marco chuckled. "I missed you too, Jean." He said softly. Jean smiled and leaned down, hugging Marco tightly. "I… love you." He muttered and sighed. Everything was suddenly easy now. He had no idea why but it was. He could hear Marco stop breathing for a few seconds. "Love me? What do you mean?" he asked interested.

Jean sighed and sat up properly again. "I kind of love you. When we became friends, you were the only one who could put up with my behavior. You always said I was nice when everyone else was against me. And I fell for you probably when I first saw you. You were so pretty." He muttered and sighed, holding his eyes closed.

He felt a hand on his cheek. Then another one of the other cheek. Marco held his face in his hands and pulled him close to him. And then warm lips was pressed against his own. He clenched his eyes shut, scared of opening his eyes and finding out it wasn't real like all those other times.

And Marco smiled against his lips.

And Jean was finally happy again.