A/N: Chapter 4 is here! My best friend has again written the first half. She has a softer writing style than me, that's how you guys can differentiate. But anyway, here's the new chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin. All of its work belongs to Hajime Isayama.

"I'm starting to question my sanity," I grumbled as I pulled my car into a parking spot. I almost banged my head against the steering wheel, but didn't. My nose was still bruised and tender. I groaned as my poor life choices came back to bite me in the ass. Why was Marco still wanting to help this guy? I then turned on the radio and listened to music. I needed to relax. I would have done something I would later regret. Why did Marco want to help him in general? And, when my face heals, I'll punch Jaeger so hard, his future generations will feel it. Did Marco want to help Eren, because he saw me in him? The asshole needed someone to balance him out? I thought back to the bastard, and began thinking about our confrontations. Yep, I think I see me in him. Just the douchebag side. He did look attractive. Handsome too... And I better stop that line of thinking. That may cause trouble in my relationship. I love the freckled man too much for that. Besides that, me and Jaeger are both asses. Too much alike in that aspect. Eventually, I had to leave for two reasons. One was that an officer was going to ticket me for idling. The other reason was that the car was almost out of gas. Luckily, I found a nearby gas station and filled it up. I stopped by some stores and pick up some stuff. Necessities and all that. And, a few movies, for a possible movie date night. I paid and drove back home. I also picked up dinner, so that Marco was relieved of kitchen duty for the night, and worrying about me too. Both are jobs in themselves. He was pleased. Also, I think Marco was studying for a test and or working on a research paper. He had like ten books or more out all around him. While Marco was thorough and prepared, I usually rushed through and bullshitted or half-assed it. I think I'm doing good though. No threatening e-mails saying that I, Jean Kirschtein was failing, or in danger and threat of being dropped out of a class.

Movie night was happening. We decided to watch some horribly cliché movies. Some were really stupid and had us laughing until it hurt, others were just used as kissing material, and some made us cringe and just hide each other's eyes and covering our ears. Then, we watched a random show which held Marco's interest, but not mine. I utilized this opportunity to watch the other. I watched how enraptured he was, and how the glare of the TV reflected in his eyes. Is it too cliché, to say that I get lost in his eyes? Probably, but I don't care.

"...ean. Jean? Jean!"

"Hunnh? What? Sorry babe, got lost in your eyes again."

Marco rolled his eyes and shook his head. He was flustered though, because he had a shy smile on his face. His cheeks were very pink also.

"Stop that!"

"No can do. I love your eyes. They're so pretty."

Order up, one flustered Marco Bodt. He made an embarrassed noise and hid his face within his hands. I laugh and nudge my face between his hands.

"Marco? Where are you Marco? I miss you," I cooed, prying his hands apart with my own gently, since my face was still banged up. I saw my prey and went for it.

"Jean! No! Stop!"

I kept pecking at his nose and lips. And the occasional cheek. He was laughing as the attack continued. Soon, he was pinned beneath me. Then I sat up and back on my heels, pulling him up.

"What brought that on?" He asked, panting and all smiles.

"You. Just you. Can we cuddle?"

"Come here Jeanbo."

I scoff and roll my eyes. But, I accepted his response. My undead heart now seemed more alive. Cuddling was a good thing. And I planned on not letting go, except for bathroom breaks. And when we get hungry. All we needed was a cat. Don't know why, I just feel like we need one. A tiny ball of fur. Gotta ask Marco in the future if he's allergic to them. And, the animals need to be safe too. So, I can understand the need for rules.

"How was your day?" Marco asked, all cuddled up and loved.

"Pretty good. Tried to talk to Jaeger, but he was being a dick. No fight happened though. How was yours?"

Marco proceeded to tell me the adventures that he had during the day.

*Eren's POV*

School in the morning had me feeling like complete shit. I knew I had to face Kirschtein and his freckled companion. I didn't even want to face the sun today. I felt like I might explode.

I exited my shitty red 1995 Ford F-150. The sun glittered down from the sky like God trying to tell me to wake the fuck up. Well I wasn't going to do that anytime soon. U was so damn tired and sensitive that I was probably going to be dead for the rest of the day.

Grabbing my books, I sluggishly travelled into the main building., my eyes heavy. Maybe pulling all-nighters wasn't such a good idea.

The halls filled with that familiar aura of annoyance. It also reeked of Jean Kirschtein's cologne. I mean, I'm not saying it smelled bad. But he put on a little too much. That's kinda how I knew that guy was coming my way.

"Jean, Marco," I greeted in a cold voice.

"Hi, Eren," Marco answered. This kid was as happy as a ray of sunshine. It's like I could feel his warmth without him even touching me.

To be honest, Marco reminded me of my best friend back home, Armin. They were both smart and they both generally had a smile on their faces. Except you know what? Armin was a little blonde, and he could be such a little bitch. But that didn't mean I loved him any less.

Jean grumbled something, his face still looking like he was hit by a bus. Or something pretty hard. Let's go with that. A really hard object hit his face. It couldn't resist. But neither could I. He was just too perfect before that. I hope I left some scars.

"I'm gonna head to class before I fuck up the neck and down," I mumbled, stretching a little.

The male's eyes narrowed as I was heading to leave. "Jaeger, meet me in the meadow outside of town. I want a rematch."

I suppressed a chuckle. "Okay, but don't be a bitch about it when I actually do kick your ass."

I was actually looking forward to a good fight. I was defending my name. If he hit me first, I'd be sure to use all my strength. Man, I can't fucking wait for this!

Walking to class, I was in a better mood than I was in literally five minutes ago. This fight would make Jean and Marco lay off for a pretty long time. And that's what I was looking forward to the most.

A/N: Well, end of chapter 4. Don't forget to review and let us know how we're doing. Love you all!