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Category: romance/humor/family

Summary: Jean has all ways been cynical about love at first sight and Mikasa never really a big fan of people. When the two met at a wedding however it all changes. Modern day AU

Explination: In this story the characters are in their 20s and in college

For H0neyxx: Thank you for the idea :)

Match Made in Heaven

Chapter one Of Meetings and Weddings

Jean Kirstein yawned loudly as he rubbed his eyes.

"Damn it Jean stop yawning!" Connie shouted at him.

Today was a 'big' day for Connie the day that the groom's men and the groom get their suits. But to Jean today was a very boring day. He had no idea why Connie insisted that he be part of the wedding party and even lesser idea as to why Sasha insisted that they wear these monkey suits in the first place. He looked down at his watch as he heard the tailor complain about the pant length again. The tailor shoved the bold man back into the changing room and his friends voiced complaints.

"Dude hurry the hell up! I have stuff to do for class!" Jean whined. Marco nudged him whispering.

"Lay off it Jean."

The wedding party consisted of: Marco, himself, and Armin. The three of them were picked because according to Connie they were the first people in his contact list. Yeah, picked out from a cell contact list real freaking considerate. Jean didn't mind that much he did like Connie but he hated weddings, he hated over exaggerated parties, and most of all.

"I hate this suit. Why in god's name did Sasha pick a brown cumber bun?"

Connie shouted an, I don't know. As he tossed another pair of pants back over the door.

Armin shrugged and added. "It could have been pink."

Jean leaned back with his head over the back of the chair. "I should have brought my laptop. At least that would save me from boredom."

Connie stepped out of the dressing room as the tailor measured him again making sure the fit was right. "If it makes you feel any better think of all the hot chicks you'll met at the wedding."

"Desperate single ladies?" He asked as he raised his head up. With a wave he added. "No thank you. I'd rather be alone."

"Forever alone." Sung Marco then Jean kicked him.

Connie admiring himself in the mirror said. "I hope you catch the garter then."

The thought of anything remotely near catching the damn thing made Jean almost shiver.

The bald man laughed as he turned around grinning. "Well I guess any of y'all could catch it."

A sad reminder that they all were sadly single. Jean frowned. Not that he didn't want a girlfriend but he had better things to do in life than have some drag him down.

They took some pictures to send to Sasha and changed. The rehearsal dinner was soon. Why anyone needed to practice walking through a church was beyond Jean. He stood by quietly hoping for the day to end. Yes he was happy for Connie but god was this a long process.

Standing their waiting he studied the room. Brown and white sashes decorated the arches, some pick flowers sat in vases, typical wedding designs. He felt someone nudge him. He glanced over at Marco.

"Check out the girl over there." He whispered.

He leaned over and looked. He knew most of Sasha's friends so any girl he didn't know was interesting. And she must have been something else for Marco to point out like that. Marco wasn't one to goggle and point out girls so he knew he was in for a real treat.

He scanned the girls, there was Crista who was trying to fix her hair, and Ymir was looked like she'd rather be dead then there and a black haired girl he had never seen before. She turned around her black briefly fluttered in front of her face. He felt his heart stop his world stop spinning. What the hell was this? His face flushed and he heard Marco laugh and say.

"Someone's in love."

He nearly fell off the stage. Trying to look cool he asked. "I wonder who she is."

Before he could get his question answered the music started and Sasha walked towards them the practice had begun. He guessed his question would just have to wait.

At the dinner Jean was too busy studying the mysterious girl to notice the other guys. Connie had long abandoned them to sit with his family leaving the three groomsmen to themselves.

"I wonder who she is." Jean asked out loud.

"Who?" Armin asked a little loudly for Jean's liking. He shushed him and said.

"The black haired girl."

Armin smiled. "Oh that's Mikasa. Have you never met her before?"

He shook his head. He would have remembered it defiantly.

"Sasha picked her bridesmaids out at random. I know Mikasa because she is Eren's sister."

Before Armin could clarify he nearly shouted. "No way she is Jaeger's sister. She's like doesn't even look like him."

He waved his hand. "Adopted sister. He parents died in a car wreck while she was in high school. Grisha and Carla were her god parents so she lives with them now. That's how I know her; usually Eren would bring her along for dinner or movies because she's a bit of a loner."

"Then how did Sasha know her?"

"I think Eren gave her, her number once when her car broke down."

He sighed. His friends had a weird way of picking people for this wedding. He wondered about talking to her if she would be nice or what.

Sasha interrupted his thoughts by walking up to him. "Sorry this is last minute. Me and Connie forgot about walking out after the wedding and seeing who goes with who." She laid down a paper. "With some help I figured it out. Marco and Ymir, because you both have freckles, Armin and Crista, because your both short, and Jean and Mikasa."

He blushed and his two friends giggled. She raised an eyebrow. She looked at the paper. "Ymir said that I was too random so yeah… I hope you guys don't mind because I ain't changing it." And with that she was gone.

Marco elbowed him. "Maybe you get to know her better lover boy."

"Stop it."

"Hey Armin she doesn't have a boyfriend does she?"

He shrugged. "No idea. As I said I just know her through Eren."

Jean caught himself staring at her again and his mind wondered. Was she really single? Looking like that. A smile played across his face maybe he wasn't as cynical about first love as he thought he was.