Hey! SO I'm back with another story. And this time it's a JeanMarco One-Shot of how they meet. It's a college AU, and I don't know if I'll write more to this story, but yeah... Here goes:

The first thing I saw when I walked into the dorm room was a boy. His hair was dark brown, and he had freckles everywhere.

"Uhm Hi, my name is Jean, not John or Gene, and I'm going to be your roommate." Is what I should have said, what I ended up saying was something like: "H-hi, nam-names Jean." The freckled boy looked up and smiled at me. He reached out his hand.

"Hey, my name is Marco. I guess we'll be roommates, huh?" He smiled. Oh my sweet Wall Maria his smile. I blushed, shook his hand, dropped my bag and looked around the small dorm.

There was a small kitchen to the right, with a small dining table, and a door which must lead to the bathroom. Then there was a small TV and a couch. To the left there were one door, which only could lead to the bedroom.

"You want me to help you get the rest of your stuff?" Marco asked after a while. I looked at him again, then nodded. "Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks."

We walked out of the dorm and down to the lobby, where my dad had dropped the rest of my stuff. We then walked the trip back to our dorm, and I started to unpack my stuff.

The bedroom was small, with two beds, two small desks and one small closet. There were three drawers under each desk, and a small lamp on top of it.

"Hey I was about to make a snack when you came in, you hungry?" Marco asked while I was putting away my clothes into the part of the closet that were mine. "Yeah, what are you making?" Marco put his head inside the bedroom and said: "Omelette." And then he had the curtsy to smile like the freckled Jesus he was.

Sometime later, after my stuff was unpacked and we had eaten omelette, we were sitting on the couch watching How I Met Your Mother."I can't believe Zoey just did that!" Marco exclaimed after an episode. I, who had watched and re-watched the show a million times just said: "Wait for it." Then he looked at me. Goddammit those big brown eyes and those goddamn freckles.

I decided I had a crush on the Marco fellow. Not that I liked it, no not one bit. But I had to admit it to myself. Maybe if I wasn't as gay as I was, it wouldn't be a problem. But I was gay, and I was in love with this freckled boy, and there was no way in hell, I would let him know.