Author's note :askddjalskd I know I promised a new chapter every week, but I really am sorry! ;u; I'm kind of busy with school and some science Olympics so um yeah ;u; I was also sick for a few days heuheue ;3; anyways, here you have it, chapter two! It's really short, and is just some kind of interlude ;u; I decided to make the chapters not as long as the first one. Also, with this, we're 3 chapters closer to the porn *u* anyways, hope you guys dig it! U3u
After he turned on the laptop, he unlocked his phone, moving his hands on the screen until the word 'L' was formed. Marco was told a few times before that he should change the pattern used to unlock his phone, for it was too easy to guess. But he didn't listen to them, because he figured if he used a complicated pattern, he might forget about it.
He turned on the data traffic option on his phone, and the hotspot too. He set his phone on the small nightstand beside his bed, and turned to his laptop. Marco clicked the small signal button on the bottom – left of the screen, opening a small window. He was a bit worried about waking Armin up, since the way he typed and clicked wasn't exactly most quiet way to do so, but he tried to keep himself as quiet as he can. He connected his laptop to the hotspot which was his phone.
He was all set and ready to go.
He started his search by something really simple : opening up Google. He opened Google, typed in the word :Jean Kirschtein. He had asked Armin earlier who that model was, on their way back to the hotel.
"Armin, who was that model?", Marco asked, sipping a cup of hot chocolate he just bought. Armin tapped 'send' on his phone once, before locking it and put it in his jeans' pocket. "What?", he replied, "The one who was fighting against Eren?". Marco nodded, before taking another sip of his hot chocolate, "Wait, you know Eren?". Armin nodded, laughing a little. "Well, yes. He's one of my closest friends.", he smiled. Armin felt his phone buzzed, so he pulled it out. Apparently, he received a call from Ymir on the text message he sent earlier.
All Marco could hear was Ymir saying that the news about the two models, Jean and Eren, fighting could be really juicy; even though it happened often. From this, Marco knew that Eren and Jean often fought each other. Which left him wondering why were they not kicked out from their modeling agency yet.
"Hey Armin-", Marco said, but stopped his sentence because Armin waved his hand, a sign for him to tell him about it later on, since he was taking a call with Ymir. Still walking towards their hotel, Marco nodded. He wasn't the type who would disturb people when calling to ask a question or two, but he was really curious about that gorgeous male model.
"Armin, who was it?", Marco said again, his curiousity got the better of him. "The one who was fighting Eren?", he asked again. Armin knew that this had to be an important question to Marco, since again, he knew that Marco wasn't the type of people who'd disturb someone else; especially after been told not to. Armin moved his phone away from him for a moment, "It's Jean Kirschstein.", he replied, barely above a whisper before going back to his conversation with Ymir.
Suddenly, Marco felt like the hot chocolate did no good on warming his body up on the cold evening.
He clicked the 'search' button, and a thousand information popped up on his page. Trusting the first link would be the one he was looking for, he clicked it; without right – clicking it and open it in a new tab, like he usually did. Marco smirked, seeing the information on his laptop screen. The photograph seemed right, so he figured out it was the same person he was looking for, Jean.
Name : Jean Kirschtein
Age : 19 years old
Modeling agency : Sina Modeling Agency
He scrolled down the page, and found out the guy was… Actually quite famous, as a model. He previously worked and was contracted by a bunch of popular designers, like Hanji Zoe and Niles Dawk, to put on their designs and boast it to the rest of the world on the runaway. On another page, it was mentioned that he was also a close friend of Bertholdt Fubar, another popular male model. And it seemed like Jean had a love affair (of some sort) with a martial artist and female model, Mikasa Ackerman.
Marco spent some time digging up more and more about Jean, and found out some of his hobbies and where he was from. He also found out some photos of his photo shoots, in which he spent more than 2 minutes looking at each photo, admiring on how perfectly gorgeous Jean looked in it. Not only photos of him in magazines and such, he also found his off – duty photos, a.k.a. Jean not as a model but just as a regular fashion. Marco deem him as 'quite fashionable', as a model. Most of them, are candid shots. Marco thought Jean were even more cute in those candid shots, rather than in those magazine covers.
Armin's hand reached out and bumped the nightstand, which reminded Marco that it wasn't the right time to do this 'research'. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall. "3 AM already?", he muttered. He sighed, shutting down his laptop and turned the hotpot and data traffic option 'off' on his phone. But before turning off the data traffic on his phone, he managed to open his twitter, Bodtizzle (Marco wondered why how the hell did he even convinced himself to use that username), and followed Jean's twitter : JKirschtein.
He had to get up at 9 AM for tomorrow, for an interview with one of the famous designers. Armin said that he had been trying to interview the designer since Lord knows when, and finally got a chance to do so.
Marco yawned as he set his laptop aside, before going to sleep, smiling with hopes that the designer would bring Jean in to show Armin his newest design.