We were in the middle of drawing a still life. It was October 27th and Halloween was right around the corner. There were Halloween decorations up around school. It was very cold now. It was trying not to snow outside. Though, Marco wanted it to snow so everytime he walked outside in the morning, he would groan at the still grassy ground. Meanwhile, I had started jogging on the weekend mornings. It kind of made me dizzy at some points since I wasn't eating very well and, in hindsight, it wasn't very safe. We were drawing something we had to construct, which was an art project in itself. We had to, basically, construct a small house made of toothpicks, popsicles sticks, and hot glue, then draw it. It took each of us at least a week to make in class, plus extra time outside of class. Marco's was amazing. It was like a little cottage. Mine was alright. I tried to simulate my own home. I don't know how successful I was but it was decent. So. We were just sitting in class drawing this still life. Marco was nearly done and it looked really good. The shading was great and so were the straight lines.
Marco had his still life on a stack of books so he could see it from below. I thought he was a genius for doing that. Everyone was silent as they worked and Marco and I were sharing earbuds, listening to my music. When I decided to do the stupidest thing in the history of stupid things... Marco's still life was pretty precariously perched but it hadnt fallen yet so I decided to shift a bit, bumping the table a bit forwards... Guess what fell? Marco's still life. Plus two textbooks. Marco's still life fell first and broke apart when it hit the floor. Then the books came down on top of it and crushed it.
I gasped when the objects fell. Marco gasped loudly and tried to grab for his cottage but it was already gone. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over. Some people made distressed noises. Pixis looked out from above his desktop computer. Everyone was gaping at Marco's broken still life. Marco looked utterly horrified then he groaned a bit and covered his, now red, face. "Marco..." I started, "I-I am so fucking sorry..." Marco stood up and walked around the table, pulling the books off of his destroyed house. Armin and Reiner also leaped up and helped Marco. I stood and started helping, too. I was such a huge asshole! Why did I have to move?! I saw how precarious is was! It's called physics! When everything was cleaned up and the peices of Marco's still life were back on the table, he went for the cabinet where the hot glue guns are. "Was that your still life, Marco?" Pixis said. "Yep." Marco said, a bit too cheerily. Shit I was in trouble. I felt so fucking awful. He spent so long making it. "Question, Pixis." Marco said as he approached the instructors desk with the hot glue gun. "Yeah?" "Can I remake it?" He asked. "On your own time, you can. Dont you have a picture of it from all sides?" Pixis said. "Yeah but I hate working from pictures." Marco responded. Then, idiot me decided to speak up. "Why?" I said, "You dont have to deal with carrying around the real thing." Marco looked at me, eyes wide, "You're the one who had to move the desk and make it fall in the first place, Jean. I dont need your comments." I sunk down in my seat. He was angry...
"Just work with what you can." Pixis said. Then he patted Marco's shoulder. Marco sighed a bit and put the hot glue gun back before heading back to the table and sighing. "Marco..." I said. "What?" He responded, sitting down. "I'm seriously sorry... I'm so stupid and I feel awful..." I said. Marco sighed and looked at me. "Jean... It's okay... I forgive you. I know it wasnt your fault..." "It was my fault. I'm just glad your forgave me... I'll remake it for you." I offered. "Okay." Marco said, pushing the broken peices closer to me. I smirked at his immediate acceptance. "You have to send me your pictures." I said. So he sent them. Right then and there. I sighed as I got the pictures then stood to get a plastic bag to put the peices into. Then I sat back down. "I'm seriously really sorry and I feel really bad, Marco..." He sighed softly. "I know..." He said, "It's okay..." He smiled at me and rubbed my shoulder. "I just got a little upset is all..." I nodded and offered him a headphone which he took happily, putting it in his ear. I refused to look at Connie or Eren. They would give me some kind of look that meant I was an idiot.
After class, I immediately went to my studio, leaving Marco. So I could work on his still life. I worked for a long time. I really wanted us to be on good terms for the Halloween party. I felt awful for ruining it. And I did my absolute best to re-make it. Marco didnt ask me to dinner today... Which I was actually kind of thankful for. I got it done at around eleven and went to the door between Marco and my studio. I knocked on it and heard Marco say, "Come in." From inside the room. I opened the door and placed Marco's still life on his desk. He was sitting next to the window, drawing the city. He turned and smiled when he saw the cottage. He stood and came over. "Thanks, Jean..." He said. Then he hugged me. "I appreciate it." But this wasnt a friend hug. There was no back patting. He just held me. I hugged him back, taking this oppourtunity to run my hand through his hair. After a few moments, I felt like if this was anyone else, I would start feeling awkward... But it's not awkward with Marco. He let go of me and went to the desk, looking at the still life. "It looks almost identical!" He exclaimed, smiling and looking back at me. "God I could kiss you right now!" He said. My face got extremely hot and Marco's face turned red and he looked down as he realized what he had said. Before I realized what I was saying, I blurted out, "W-Why dont you?" "What?" Marco said, quickly, looking back at me. "W-What?" I stuttered. "What did you say?" He questioned. "Nothing!" Marco raised an eyebrow at me. He clearly didnt believe me but he leg it go then he gulped a bit and stepped closer to me. "Can I ask you something?" He said. I nodded. "What are we gonna do for Halloween?" He grinned.
I grinned, too. Thank God he changed the subject. "I dont know, dude!" I exclaimed, "I've been thinking about it but I dont know!" Marco smiled, "We should do something matchy." I laughed. Dork! "Sure." I agreed. "But you have to come up with it." He groaned, "Fine." I went over to the drawing Marco was doing. "This looks great, Bambi." He didnt answer me and when I looked at him, he was red. "What?" I said. "'Bambi'?" He said, looking at me. "Y'know. Cuz your eyes are big and brown." And because your legs are really long and nice but I wont say that. He turned a bit redder. I smiled. He was reeeaaalllyyy cute... I smirked and turned back to look at his drawing of the city. "Anyways. This looks really good." "Thanks, Jean." He responded. I turned and smiled at him. Then I had a revelation. "Holy shit!" He jumped at my sudden yelling. "What?" "Be Bambi for Halloween!" I exclaimed. He laughed, "What are YOU gonna do?" "Thumper!" I yelled. He laughed harder, "I thought you said I would have to come up with it." He said. "Yeah but I came up with a good idea! C'mon! Let's do it!" "Okay. Okay." He said, laughing. "I'll make the costume designs." He offered. I nodded. "Alright. But I'll help you costruct the costumes." He smiled. "Of course."
"Let's start now!" I said. He laughed. "Fine. Fine! You are ridiculous." Then he sat down at his desk and opened a drawer which had a smaller sketchbook in it. He opened it and flipped through the pages. I noticed that there were drawings of clothing in there. Did Marco do fashion design? "Do you do fashion?" I asked. He smiled at me, "Yep. It's just a hobby." I looked at the fitting mannequin in the corner of the room. Well that explains that. "Sit down." Marco said, smiling at me. I was tempted to just sit down in his lap but I couldnt do tgat so I grabbed the chair that Marco was using to sit in front of the window and pulled it over next to Marco's. I then sat down. "So." Marco started, "I'm gonna draw you first so we can see how the outfit will look..." He then started drawing me and he laughed a bit. "What are you laughing at?" I said. "The idea of this is just making me laugh. It's so ridiculous. I cant believe you came up wih this." I laughed, too. "Shut up!" I said, "I thought it would be funny!" Marco laughed more, "It is! Omigod I'm so glad you arent taking this seriously. I thought you were serious about this." "No!" I said, "I mean I want to seriously make these costumes. But only because it would be funny!" He grinned then asked, "What do you want to do? Is this gonna be like 'girls on Halloween' Mean Girls edition? Or...?" This guy was seriously perfect. I cracked up. "W-What? Like sexy Bambi and Thumper?!" He cracked up, "Yeah!" "Pppffftt! Lets do that!" I exclaimed. He kept laughing.
"Oh my God, Marco. You're seriously the best." I said, laughing still. Marco smiled at me, before turning back to the sketches. We decided, after some arguing, on our outfits and what everything would be made of. I would have pleather grey skin tight pants, a white crop top(I wasn't particularly fond of showing off my body but… Maybe it would give me more confidence), a pair of white knee boots, white gloves with the fingers cut out, plus the make up, ears, and a tail. And Marco would wear brown shorts, a brown tank top with white speckles on it, and brown flip flops. Also, the make up, ears, and a tail. It was so ridiculous that we were both cracking up after we finished the sketches and took a good look at what the Hell we were even doing.
The next day when we went fabric and supply shopping, we were even more giddy. "This is so stupid." Marco said, as he pulled some yards of fabric off for himself. I laughed, "This is so amazing!" I exclaimed. He laughed in response. "You're ridiculous." I grinned. Then the subject if Thanksgiving came up in my mind. I would love to spend Thanksgiving with Marco. I dont want to spend it at my house but in order to spend it at Marco's place, he would have to ask me. So we would just go to my house. "Hey, Marco?" I said as he was looking at zippers. "Hm?" He responded, concentrating. "Do you wanna spend Thanksgiving with me?" He thought for a few moments before looking at me a bit guiltily, "I cant. I have to be home for the holidays." Of course. There was a 50/50 chance he would say no. "Why?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He looked back at what he was doing, "Because I am an only child now. I am the only one who can come home." "I'm an only child." I said, "I wouldnt mind not going home." I didnt see what the problem was. Marco looked at me, "I just cant." He said, "I'm sorry, Jean."
I nodded a bit and sighed. "Alright." If only he would ask me if I would stay at his house. I doubt it was going to happen, though. Marco and I managed to find everything we needed and we got out of there. Now let me tell you, carryinng fabric and trying to ride a motercycle with someone who panicks when they're even near a moving vehicle is almost impossible. Solution: I made Marco hold everything. When we got back to the studio building, we ran into Levi. "Not doing anything questionable, I hope." He said as we passed him. "No sir!" Marco exclaimed in response as we went into the building. We got to Marco's studio and he unlocked and opened the door. Connie and Sasha squealed and turned to us from Marco's desk. "What are you doing in here?!" Marco exclaimed. "Just-" Sasha said. "-Cleaning your windows!" Connie finished. Then he started smearing his hands on the windows on the other side of the room. Marco sighed and went to put the bags of supplies down. "Stop, Connie." "You ruin everything you touch, man." I added. Connie laughed loudly, walking past Marco and I. I smirkes. "You are sooo funny! Wow! I'm just gonna-" Marco grabbed the back of Connie's collar. "Connie. What were you doing?" "Sasha and I were just organizing your stuff!" Connie exclaimed, turning around. "Right, Sash?" But Sasha was already gone through the door between Marco's studio and her own. "I'll get her later." Marco said matter-of-factly. "You get to help us, Connie." Connie raised his eyebrows at us. I smirked. Marco could be agressive if he wanted to be. He knew how to be a leader.
Marco let go of Connie's shirt and waved him over to the desk as he pulled out his sketchbook with the drawings of our costumes in it. I laughed, "Are you gonna show him?" Marco laughed as well as Connie made his way over to Marco, looking slightly confused. Marco showed Connie the drawings and when Connie worked out what it was, he burst into laughter. I cracked up and so did Marco. "Omigod!" Connie exclaimed, "You guys have to let me in on this!" "Noooo!" Marco exclaimed, "We just went supply shopping." "Okay!" Connie said, "Just tell me what I need to get for my costume and I'll buy it myself!" Marco groaned. "What would you even be, dude?" I said.
"I want to be that skunk guy. Flower!" Connie said. Marco and I burst into laughter. Connie grinned proudly. "Oh my Godddd!" I yelled, "Marco he has to be on board!" Marco sighed, grinning. "... Fine. But you have to help me make it. I refuse to be forced to do all the manual labor in this plan." I grinned. Connie nodded. "Okay, goober." Marco said to Connie, "Come here so we can sketch your costume." Connie walked over to stand next to Marco to watch what he was doing as Marco took a seat and started discussing the costume with Connie.