Fall For You

Mikasa slowly leaned up and started to press- BEEP BEEP BEEP. I sat up fast and looked around. 'Damn it… That was going so well too…' I thought as my mom yelled from down stairs for me to wake up. I sighed as I got up and slowly walked to my bathroom.

I grab one of the school uniforms I have and put it on the hook on the back of the door. I quickly got undressed and into the shower. I turned it on and let the warm beat on my skin. My name is Jean Kirstein, I am a 16 year old student at St Rose Academy. I can't tell you how much I hate the uniforms and most of the people there, well manly just one guy there. Eren Yeager. He thinks he is some important shit, but he isn't. Damn I hate him…

As I step out of the warm shower I quickly dry off and get dressed. I look in the mirror. I can't believe Mikasa would want to hang around with him and not me. I brush my hair and make my way down stairs to the kitchen. I grab an apple and put it in my bag. I walk to the door and put my shoes, jacket, scarf, and beanie on. My mom hugs me goodbye like I won't be back for years before I leave.

I walk out and the cold air hits me hard in the face. I pull my scarf tighter around the bottom of my face. I then jog down the sidewalk to my best friends and wait outside of his yard. Right on time he comes out. He smile at me was he makes his way to me. His name is Marco Bodt, or what we call him, Freckled Jesus.

Marco walks beside me as we make our way to school. He goes on and on about some book he is reading, but I don't pay much attention. It's surprising we are even friends, he being a nerd and me a jock, but he is my closest friend. I still remember the day we became friends perfectly.

It was a warm summer day, the last day of elementary school. I had broken my leg a few weeks before so I couldn't go to P.E. with the other kids. I sat silently in our classroom staring off into space, mad I couldn't go outside. I then heard someone come in. I looked back at the door and there stood Marco.

He was holding and ice pack to his eye, tears on his cheeks. Our teacher walked him over to his desk and then left again. I couldn't help but stare at him. He had moved here only a month ago and had no friends from what I could tell. He had never stood out and was just some nerd. I felt bad for him oddly.

I sighed to myself and hopped over to sit in the desk in front of him. "I'm Jean." I say as I hold my hand out to him.

With his free hand he shook mine and said, "I'm Marco."

I don't know why I did this, but I reached over and brushed the tears from his cheek. I remember his cheek was warm and soft. As I did, he smiled widely at me like does now.