The next day was them both driving back home for Jean to get his Xbox and Marco to get his T.V, and the day after that was them playing Xbox and ordering takeout. Their first morning of classes (that Monday) was eventful. They each went through their own developing routine for the next couple of days. That routine consisted of classes, meet up for lunch, classes, meet up for dinner, and play xbox untill you go can no longer function which is usually at around two or three in the morning.

One day Marco came back with a clarinet, Jean knew nothing of this mysterious clarinet. He just kind of figured Marco had a girlfriend that owned it and for some reason needed Marco too hold it for a little while. Yeah,it's a stupid excuse but he just didn't want to admit that there was a possibility that his roommate was a fucking band geek.

Jean paused there Xbox game to get some more left over pizza from the fridge.

"So whats that?" Jean asked pointing to the clarinet case on the ground not two feet from where they were sitting on the ground.

"Thats my clarinet." Marco said laying on his back in the middle of the floor closing his eyes, as if taking a long needed break.

"So im guessing you play." Jean said shoving a slice of cold pizza in his mouth, and leaning against the door frame.

"Since fifth grade." Marco sighed, opening his eyes and turning his head to stare a Jean.

"Play me something." Jean said slowly walking towards marco's bed.

"You want me to play you something?" Marco sat up (to give Jean a better look at his are you serious face).

"Yeah." Jean said plopping himself down on marco's bed, crossing his legs.

"Alright then…" Marco sat up and sat indian style, pulling his clarinet case towards him. He threw his small folder of marching band music at Jean. "Pick one"

Jean opened the folder and flipped thru the small pages of music. He didn't recognize any of the titles. Then he got to the last one. Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance. "You guys are playing this!?" Jean basically threw the music at him.

Marco looked up with a small piece of wood in his mouth. "You like My Chemical Romance?" Marco asked in a questioning tone.

"Hell yeah, you don't?"

"Not as much as Arctic Monkeys but I listen to them all the time, they're pretty cool." Marco stated trying to act as cool as possible with a wooden reed in his mouth, giving him a lisp.

"Bro…"And in that moment Jean knew that he had just found a best friend. The right side of his mouth began to smirk up into a grin.

"What?" Typical, always gotta ruin the moment.

"J-just play the damn song." Jean said pointing sloppily at the music thrown at marco.

Marco sighed with a smile on his, he finished putting together the all familiar instrument, went through a couple of scales and adjusted his body to let air flow smoother through the began at the slow beginning, Jean played the words in his head silently and tapped along on his lap. When the song started to build marco stopped to explain that the other instruments had bigger sounds to make the performance more authentic. So Jean used his hands and feet and mouth to make the sounds of the song along with Marco's clarinet playing. When the song was in full blown chorus Jean was already singing along, standing ontop of Marco's bed using the t.v remote as a microphone.

By the end of the song Marco was up on Jean's bed his clarinet on the ground, forgotten. They both screamed the lyrics at the top of there lungs without a care in the world. When the song was over Jean hopped down and fell back onto the bed. Marco hopped off and put his clarinet away.

"I should introduce you to Ymir." Marco stated.

"Who?"

"Ymir."

"What the hell kinda name is that?" Jean asked dumbfounded.

"Heh. Don't ask…"Marco said looking off into nothing.

"So are you in like, marching band and stuff?" Jean asked attempting to change the subject.

"Yeah, with Ymir and Christa."

"So you have other band geek pals?"

"I wouldn't say that they're more like...partygoers." Marco looked like he was questioning himself.

"Partygoers?"

"Mmmhm"

"What the hell does that even mean?" Jean gave him a look that just says that i know you're an idiot and you know you're an idiot so we should both just stop pretending.

"I just couldn't think of anything else to describe them, you just have to meet them, I could take you to a football game and you could hear us play during halftime-" Jean cut him off.

"Marco shut up I'll go." He tried to make eye contact with him but his eyes were everywhere.

"Oh, okay I just thought that would take more convincing." Marco tried to explain.

"Alright" Jean stood up and stretched. "I'm gonna go pass out."

"I'm gonna go shower" He started to walk off. "Night man"

"Night"

"Are you sure I can get in for free now?" They were waiting to get into the stadium and Jean was wearing the hoodie marco gave him with their school band logo on it. It was pretty big on him. It went passed his ass and he had to keep pulling the sleeves up so he can have access to his hands

"Yeah thats how it works." Marco was in his marching uniform.

"How can you wear that thing and not feel like a total dumbass?" Jean was looking him up and down, hat to shoe, and every part just gave him a new thing to get a kick out of.

"I guess it's just the fact that we all look like idiots together." Marco smirked and looked down at Jean. Jean looked up at him with that are you serious face. Jean rolled his eyes and leaned on a nearby fence obviously grumpy that he could totally be playing Xbox right now instead of waiting in line for some football game.

They were up next in line

"So you have to find a place to sit."

"What? Where are you sitting? I wanna sit with you." Jean was scared that he had to find a place to sit by himself.

"I have to go sit with the marching band. You'll be okay" Marco tried to comfort Jean the best he could. He put his hand on his arm. "You don't even have to sit with everyone you could just find a place to lean or something."

"Okay." Jean obviously didn't like sitting with other people, mainly due to the fact that a. they all probably smell like body odor and hot dogs, and b. he didn't want to have to talk to people. Marco lightly pushed him forward through the entrance, the woman saw that Jean was wearing school merchandise and let them through. Marco scurried off. Jean went to the concession stand and got some rainbow belts and a pepsi.

Jean walked around for a little bit looking for a place to stay. He found a nice secluded area in the corner. And began his long journey of waiting for halftime. All the boring football crap went on for what felt like forever. Then finally, halftime.

The other teams band marched up, Jean didn't like or recognize any of their songs. They marched off with Jean being annoyed and unamused. Then the home team band marched up.

First they played Carry On My Wayward Son which made Jean pretty sad. Due to the fact that his Grandfather used to sing it to him when he was sad and didn't want to talk. Which didn't happen a lot, but enough to let him remember.

Second they played a song that Jean didn't know but it sounded upbeat and happy so that made him feel better.

Then they played it. He heard the announcer say the words that he's been waiting for this whole time. He heard the solemn beginning fade into the upbeat and intense part just perfectly. The crowd was watching with awe, no one was marching no one was talking and no one was moving. Everyone just sat and listened to the song. And when it was over everyone stood and cheered.