Jean was sitting in his living room. His mom and dad were sitting on a couch across from him, and Mikasa was next to him, holding his hand. Only a few hours ago he found out his best friend died. Jean hasn't said much, his emotions and actions showed how he was feeling. His Mom was on the phone with Mrs. Bodt. "Okay, and Mary," Mrs. Kirstein looked like she was trying to find the words to say. "Just call if you need anything." She said, and hung up the phone. She then put the phone on her lap.
She took a deep breath and looked at Jean. "Jean, honey?" She asked surprisingly calmly. Jean looked up at his mother, his hazel eyes still red from crying. When Mikasa saw this she squeezed his hand. "I don't know how to tell you this, but me and your father just," She bit her lip for a minute. "We can't make it to the funeral." She said.
At this point Jean stood up, with anger and rage in his eyes. "What do you mean!" He yelled at his parents. Mr. Kirstein stood up. "Don't yell at your mother!" He yelled at his son. "No, it's one thing if you guys don't come to my football games, but this is my best friend, and he's dead, do you understand that, he's fucking dead!" Jean yelled at both of them. Tears were flooding down his face. "Jean, do you think we didn't love him, do you think that we want him to be dead?" His mother yelled at him. Jean looked down for a moment, he hadn't thought of that, he was just so filled with anger, that he was blinded. "Jean, he went on vacation with us five times, we treated him like our son, we love him just as much as you did so don't act like we don't love him either." Mr. Kirstein told him sternly.
"Umm, can I say something?" Mikasa asked sheepishly. The two parents looked over at her, they had forgot she was still there. "Yes sweetie, what is it?" Mrs. Kirstein asked her trying to sound like she wasn't mad. "Well, the reason that you're not letting Jean go to the funeral is because you don't want him to go alone, correct?" Mikasa asked them. The two parents exchanged looks, but nodded.
Jean looked back at Mikasa confused, but she was smart, he hoped she knew what she was doing. "Well, Marco was my friend and it hurt all of us when he died, some more then others," her eyes drifted to Jean. "But what if I went with him?" Mikasa asked them. Mr. and Mrs. Kirstein both looked very surprised. "Mikasa, you don't have to-" Jean was saying but Mikasa put her finger up to his lips to quiet him.
"You would do that?" Mr. Kirstein asked her. "Of course, I love Jean, and seeing him like this makes me upset." Mikasa said. He actually looked pleased, to Mikasa's surprise. "Actually, that sound okay, if you're willing to go on a plane ride with Jean then why the hell can't you go." Mr. Kirstein said. "You're sure Henry?" Mrs. Kirstein asked him. He looked at her and nodded. "Well, fine, I'll get your tickets, but you'll have to leave tomorrow morning, okay?" Mrs. Kirstein asked both of them. Mikasa nodded. Jean slowly shook his head. "Awesome, I'll run home and get packed, see you tomorrow Jean, love you." Mikasa said as she walked out.
She walked out the door and took a breath. She acted confident,but stepping into that argument, it took a lot out of her. 'What did I get myself into." She said to herself quietly. She opened the door to her car and turned it on. She put it in drive and pulled out of the driveway, and drove home.
When she got home she saw that everyone was home, Mom's Ford Escape was in the garage with Dad's Chevy Tahoe, and Eren's truck was at the driveway. She pulled up behind Eren's truck and put her car in park. "Okay, just tell them you're going and don't ask." Mikasa told herself. She stepped out of the car and walked to her front door. She took one last final breath, letting her thoughts come back to her. She opened the door and stepped in.
Mom and Dad were on the couch in the living room, and Eren was in the kitchen making a sandwich. Dad was reading the paper while mom was texting her friends. When she walked in her parent's looked up at her. "Hey honey, did you hear about Marco?" Mom asked her. "Yeah, actually," Mikasa took a breath. "I'm going to his funeral with Jean." She said quickly. Dad put down the paper, Mom put her phone down, and even Eren walked in the room.
They all looked at each other nervously, well Eren was shoving food in his face, but her parents looked surprised. "Sweetie, he didn't live close, if you went we would have to get plane tickets." Mom told her. Mikasa closed her eyes. "Jean's parents paid for it, they already got me tickets." Mikasa said biting her tongue. She opened her eyes and looked at them, her Mom seems mad, but Dad didn't seem to mad, he reached over and took a sip of his tea. He put it back and smiled after he drank it. "When are you leaving?" He asked her. Mikasa straighten her back. "Tomorrow morning, and there's nothing you can say to stop me." She said confidently.
"Well, better start packing." Dad said. "No, I said there was nothing you can do to stop," But Mikasa had just registered what he said. "Wait I can go?" She asked him. "Well, what else would you be packing your bags for?" He asked her. She couldn't believe he was letting her go. "Right, I'll go up and pack then." Mikasa said. She turned and walked up to her room, still amazed that she could go. But when she got up the stairs she heard Mom asking why Dad let her, but Mikasa can worry about it later, she needed to pack.
She got upstairs and sat on her bed. She didn't know where to start, but she needed to find somewhere to start. She stood up and walked to her closet, she reached up top and got her suitcase. It was black and had red lines on it, nothing special. She laid it on her bed and started to put clothes in it. She put simple things, just a few pairs of jeans and some t-shirts, but she also packed a black dress, it wasn't anything much, just a simple black dress meant for these sort of things. But when she folded it, a bit of sadness went through her. She didn't know Marco to well, but he was known as the nicest guy at her school, always willing to help. But he's...dead. Mikasa shivered at the thought, no one that young should die like that.
But she brushed off the thought and continued to pack. She packed the last of her stuff. She wiped off her forehead and zipped everything up. But she heard a knock at her door. She looked over and saw Mom. "Hey Mom." Mikasa said. Mom nodded and walked in the room. She quietly walked over and sat on the bed next to Mikasa.
"So, everything packed?" She asked her. Mikasa nodded. "Okay, well I'm sorry that I said you can't go at first," She said. "I just want you to be safe."
"Mom, it's fine, I should have asked before just saying I'm going." Mikasa said. Mom nodded slowly. "Okay, well you'll be leaving early tomorrow, better get some sleep." Mom told her. Mikasa nodded. "Night Mom." She said. Mom hugged her and kissed her forehead. She sat up and walked to the door. "I'll wake you up in the morning." Mom said as she walked out.
When she left Mikasa stood up and walked to her closet. She changed into something to sleep in. Shorts and a tank top, it was comfortable and that's all that mattered. She closed the door to her closet and walked to her bed. She sat on it and turned off her lamp, to where it was pitch dark in her room. She stretched her legs out and sat on top of her covers. She laid her head back on her pillow and closed her eyes, and drifted to sleep.