Author's Note: If you've guessed it, yes this is the final chapter! I don't know; please tell me what you thought! Bye! OMG. I hope you like it.

Jean stared none passionately, in fact almost apathetically at the ceiling. Not wanting to think or even remember Marco. He was already on his way to the airport, which meant it was too late. There was probably nothing to chase after to begin with. The idea of a relationship- in the simplest terms was unrealistic. He knew it wouldn't have worked out, but he wanted it to with Marco. Marco was a nice guy, in general.

Jean's P.O.V

Military? Really? He'd leave me to go there? Of all places! I mean, fucking shit, I mean come on. I guess with his dad dying in the war 'n all, he feels pressured to do so but still. Fuck. I'm being so selfish. I shouldn't care what he wants to do with his life, he has issues to get over. No, I should care what he do with his life I like him. In fact, let's get cheesy as shit- I love him. He'd think this over if he loved me back, right? I should've just kept my distance.

Jean looked over his desk, where a small note stood. One which he'd procrastinated opening. However curiosity got the better of him, and he slid it open carefully.

Dear Jean,

Hey. It's Marco. That probably wasn't the best goodbye. I'm sorry. But, I mean like- I had to this. I didn't have a choice. Well, I mean I did but it's not like I don't want you. I've felt guilty for the longest time, I can't just leave everything behind. You- there are so many ways to describe you. You make me happy, despite being a little uptight. And I make you happy. We sort of, don't we? Maybe we'll meet again sometime in the future, but there's just a lot going through my mind right now. You're one of those things. I'm just really confused.

"Me too, Marco." Jean admitted out loud.

He picked up his phone and dialed Marco's, but there was no response. He cussed under his breath. Finally, not knowing what he was doing Jean got in his car and drove off towards the airport. He bit his lip, he regretted and looked forward to everything he was about to do.

Marco stood there, leaning against a wall, looking just as apathetically and just un passionately as Jean had thinking of him. Not knowing how to, Jean walked up to him. Not caring to create a scene or drive any attention to himself, or his new ex- boyfriend.

Marco stood up as a peculiar look crossed his face, "Jean? What the Hell are you doing here?"

The other boy raised his eyebrow, "I ought 'a ask you the same thing."

"Jean, please."

"Please what? What do you want from me? Do you want me to get down and beg for you to stay here, because I'll swoop that low for you."

Marco looked away, avoiding to make eye contact. He sighed as he spoke up, "It's not that I want to do this." He explained.

"Then, why are you doing this?" Jean regretted saying that, "Sorry that was a stupid question."

"No, it's fine. I miss your stupid questions, it's just there are so many things I never got to make up. With my family I mean. I-"

Jean leaned himself forward, and kissed Marco. Almost instinctively Marco pressed his lips against the others, in a passionate display. And for a second he pulled away, Jean swallowed, "Marco. You are the last person who should feel guilty for anything. You're kind and loving, and you make me feel like I'm not that big of a douchebag sometimes." This earned a small smile from Marco as Jean continued. "There is so much to you, the way you make others happy. And offer to drive home drunk underage colleges. We won't have that here without you."

Marco sighed, "But that doesn't change the fact th-"

"Look, I didn't know your parents. But I bet they'd be fucking proud if they were alive. There I no one in this entire shit town who is nearly as amazing as you. Stay."

Marco held back a few tears, he couldn't tell if they were from sorrow or joy. He leaned in, again and kissed Jean. "Thanks."

"Why?" Asked the slightly shorter one. "I should've thanked you a long time ago."