Melt My Heart with Yours
A/N: *attempts to sneak new story in late* There, no one will no- *whirls around to face angry mob* … H-hello friends? Looks like you all caught me… Now before I get yelled at and possibly dismembered, let me tell you that I've had some hard times. My family has been going through some tough times and I really have been too upset to even consider writing. Now, I know that's kind of been my thing, write through all the tough times but… this was hard. It still is actually… so… try to bear with me. Updates will be slower than normal and farther in between. I hope this doesn't affect the quality of my work though. Please, continue to read as you have been. Without further ado…
Eren: WAIT! *runs in*
Phoenix: Da FrUk? *sweat drop*
Eren: YOU FORGOT TO DO THE THING! *glares*
Phoenix: … What thing? Apologize? Already did that.
Eren: No! The disclaimer thingy!
Phoenix: *sighs* I don't own Attack on Titan (SnK). Happy?!
Eren: Very much so. *smirks*
Phoenix: Beat it Jaeger. *glares menacingly*
*Eren runs*
Anyways… Without further ado, Melt My Heart with Yours
Prologue: An Eventful Reunion
(Marco's POV {well… somewhat})
Jean Kirstein was a sophomore at Trost High School. He was popular, athletic, charismatic, and above all, just plain fun to be around. His strawberry blonde hair was always groomed to perfection every morning and his clothes were made by only the biggest names in the fashion industry. He was the school's star football player and was possibly the only student to ever get away with skipping classes. In other words, he was everything Marco Bodt wasn't.
Marco was also a sophomore, but that was pretty much where the similarities ended. Marco was ignored by over half of the student body, only good at ice hockey, extremely shy, and too much of a geek for anyone to even consider hanging around him. Marco regarded his dark hair with annoyance, as he could never do anything to it because of the way he cut it. Oh, and don't even get him started on his bargain bin clothes.
These two seem to have absolutely nothing in common, right? Well, once upon a time, in a place called Rose Elementary, these two boys were inseparable. They had their lives planned out and were going to continue being the best of friends until… Marco's parents suddenly died in a car crash. The world shattered that day for the two. Marco was forced to move in with his grandfather in the city of Sina, while Jean was left alone, without any explanation. Any contact between the two was forbidden by Marco's other family. Gradually, Jean forgot all about his former best friend and moved on. Marco, on the other hand, never had any other friends and when his family moved him back to Trost, he was overjoyed to see his old friend again. But, alas, time was not on his side. The hockey player returned to an arrogant jerk who treated him like trash. That, perhaps, was the final nail in the coffin for Marco to be officially diagnosed with depression. He retreated so far into himself, that simply breathing became a chore. Connie and Sasha, his saviors from a high school career of being labeled as emo, had to frequently remind the teen to take a breath. He always complied, never wanting to be one to disappoint. Not to mention all of the lectures he got from his hockey teammates. It was the same old song and dance. Living was no longer a gift. It was a chore, an irritation. To be honest, Marco began to even think about ending it. He frequently taunted death, holding knives to his throat, walking along the edges of walls, walking out into the middle of the road, etc. He always stopped himself at the last minute though. He always thought about Jean in the last few moments before. He remembered the strawberry blonde's face and couldn't bring himself to leave the world. It hurt to be honest. Even years later, Marco still couldn't shake off the idiot's influence. It stung. How could Jean get off scotch free and yet Marco was on the verge of suicide?! It just wasn't fair, the dark haired teen told himself. Snarling, Marco dragged himself from his house to school. Time to begin another day in hell.
(Jean's POV)
Jean sat on a wall with his girlfriend, a blonde girl named Mia, kissing her softly. This was his thirteenth girlfriend this semester. Ever since he had joined the "cool" crowd, girls had been all over him. Including Mia and her little group of glittery zombies. Inwardly, he sighed. These girls bored him to death. Always with the petty arguments and shallow fishing for compliments. Yet he had an image to keep up. That image was his key to a comfortable, safe high school experience. It was the only way to keep himself away from the bullies that had gone after him in the previous years. Well, it didn't use to be only him. His old friend Marco was bullied too. Actually, Jean as only bullied because he stuck up for the dark haired boy. Jean shuddered as the memories flooded through.
8 year-old Jean stood in front of a very beat-up Marco, shielding him from a very pissed off Eren.
"What is your problem Jaeger?! Is it really necessary to pick on him?!" Jean demanded, one eye twitching in a small act of rage. A small pile of paper scraps lay, forgotten, in between the two.
"Why are you bothering to defend him?! He's not worth it!" Marco flinched at that, causing Jean to place a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Why don't you leave him alone?! Go pick on someone who actually deserves it!" Eren, pale and shocked, ran off to cry on Mikasa's shoulder. Jean turned around and kneeled down to face Marco. Marco was crying, a smaller version of his sweet smile plastered to his face. Jean awkwardly stared, unsure how to react to this.
"T-thank you Jean. You're the best." Moments later, the dark haired boy enveloped the other in a hug…
Jean shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Marco's smile came to mind. It never failed to make him blush and warmed up his heart. Well, let's just say his heart wasn't the only warm area effected by the mere mention of the other teen. His numerous girlfriends all assumed it was from their fake beauty, yet if they knew the truth, Jean would never be able to live it down. Being gay considered a crime at this school, and sadly the few who actually came out were not in any major social groups.
"Oh~ what's this?" Mia purred from her position on Jean's lap. Her hand slowly made its way down the front of his pants. Jean blushed heavily. He was about to speak up, but was distracted when he saw a familiar smile coming from the right. Zoe, one of Mia's rivals, was walking with… was that Marco?! Jean jerked up, throwing Mia to the ground in the process.
"Marco?! Is that you?" Jean ran over to them, his heart beating faster as he got closer. The figures paused and one had an obvious look of contempt on their face. Jean stopped short. That wasn't the Marco he knew.
"Kirstein." The dark haired teen nodded and walked off. Jean stared as he walked off, his eyes trained on the teen's muscles.
"Damn… He's back. And… he's freaking gorgeous." Jean muttered to himself, before running after his old friend. "Oi Marco! Wait up!"
A/N: This was chapter 1. If you can't tell some OCs will be used for storytelling purposes only. The first few reviews get a one-shot of their choice. And if you want to flame, PM me. Don't let everyone else see how much of a coward you are to not say that sort of stuff to my face.
~Phoenix out