The near end of October hit me like a brick. It was the 27th and I realized that I didnt have a plan for a costume. I had, though, been invited to Ymir's costume party. And, apparently, Jean only got to come because he would undoubtedly show up with me. Anyways. We were drawing a still life. We had to make a little house our of sticks and glue then we had to draw it with prismacolor pencils. It wasnt very advanced and it wasnt difficult but... I mean, I didnt mind doing it. I was nearly done, I thought. I felt that I was getting closer to the end of this project. I wanted to get an angle that wasnt just head on, so I put my Mattheius textbooks to use and used them to hold my still life up so I could see it from below. It was actually a pretty interesting angle that I would have to use again. I was adding some shading to a bottom corner when I saw Jean shifting his position out of the corner of my eye. His knee made harsh contact with the desk and before I knew it, I saw my still life starting to slip. I gasped and grabbed for it but it had already fallen, the books crashing down on top of it. Everyone stopped what they were doong and looked over, making noises of surprise. I felt my face get hot. How freaking embarassing. I covered my face and groaned. Why...? Jean why...? "Marco..." I heard Jean say, "I-I am so fucking sorry..." I didnt want to hear it. If I tried to respond to him, I knew I would just start yellinng and that wouldnt give me a very good image. Jean was obviously sorry. I stood up and walked around the table, pulling the textbooks off of my disfigured still life. Suddenly, Reiner and Armin showed up next to me and w ere gathering the peices with me. These people were so nice... Jean stood and started helping, too. Uughh. This thing took me a week and a half to make. In and out of class. I sighed and set everythig on the table with the help of the people around me. As everyone went back to their seats, I went to grab a glue gun from the cabinet. " your still life, Marco?" I heard Pixis say. I was still really angry but I had to answer the teacher. "Yep." I said, as I walked over to Pixis sitting at his desk, "Question, Pixis." I said. "Yeah?" "Can I remake it?" I asked. "On your own time, you can. Dont you have a picture of it from all sides?" Pixis said. Uggh. Workingg from pictures doesnt help my technique improve... "Yeah but I hate working from pictures." I responded. Why?" Jean suddenly said, "You dont have to deal with carrying around the real thing." Oh shut up. I looked at him, 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." He visably sunk down in his seat. He needed to be quiet. I didnt want to yell at him.
"Just work with what you can." Pixis said. Then he patted my shoulder. I sighed a bit and put the hot glue gun back before heading back to the table. I knew Pixis wasnt gonna help me. "Marco..." Jean said. "What?" I responded, sitting down. "I'm seriously sorry... I'm so stupid and I feel awful..." He said. I sighed and studied his face. He looked like he felt really bad. "Jean... It's okay... I forgive you. I know it wasnt your fault..." I said. "It was my fault. I'm just glad you forgave me... I'll remake it for you." He responded quickly. Sure. "Okay." I said, pushing the broken peices closer to him. He smirked and said, "You have to send me your pictures." Fine. I sent them. Right then and there. He stood as he got the pictures then to get a plastic bag to put the peices into. Then he sat back down. "I'm seriously really sorry and I feel really bad, Marco..." He sais. I sighed softly. "I know... It's okay..." I smiled at him reassuringly and rubbed his shoulder. "I just got a little upset is all..." He nodded and held a headphone out to me which I took contently, putting it in my ear. I continued on my peice, glancing up at Connie who was trying not to laugh and at Eren who was just glaring in Jean's direction.
When class ended, Jean left immediately. I figured he was going to start on fixing my still life. I headed to the studio building after gathering my things and putting my peice away in my cubby space. As I was setting my bag down in my studio, my eyes caught the city out of the window. I was really lucky to get this studio space. I didnt really deserve it. I stepped over to the window and smiled. The city was really very interesting looking. It was definately not Montana. I started thinking that my parents might really want to see the city. So I pulled a chair over to the window and set up an easel. Grabbing a canvas and putting it on the easel, I decided that I would sketch then paint the city for my parents. So I sat down and started sketching. It was a long time before I came back to reality when I heard a knock on the door between Jean and my studios. Hopefully this was important. "Come in." I responded. Jean swung open the door and placed my still life on my desk. Holy crap! It looks identical! I smiled the made my way over to the desk. "Thanks, Jean..." This is hug-worthy, right? I'm gonna say yes. So I hugged him. "I appreciate it." If you rhink I could manage a friend hug with this man, you're wrong. I couldnt resist just holding him. He hugged me back. He hugged me back, playing with my hair. Thank god he did, too. Because I was terrified that he might push me away after a bit. But... He didnt. I let go of him after a few moments and went to the desk to look at the still life. It really did look amazing, "It looks almost identical!" I said, smiling and looking back at Jean. "God I could kiss you right now!" I suddenly realized what I said and my face got extremely hot and Jean's face turned red as he stared wide-eyed at me. I looked down. Crap. "W-Why dont you?" Wait. What?! Did he say that?! "What?" I said, looking back up at him. "W-What?" He spluttered out. "What did you say?" I questioned. I had to know. "Nothing!" I raised an eyebrow at me. I was t buying it. But... I didnt want to press it too hard. So I let it go, gulping a bit and takin. A step closer to Jean. "Can I ask you something?" I said. He nodded. I decided to change the subject. "What are we gonna do for Halloween?" I grinned.
He grinned, too. "I dont know, dude!" He exclaimed, "I've been thinking about it but I dont know!" I smiled, "We should do something matchy." He laughed. I knew I was a dork. "Sure." He agreed. "But you have to come up with it." Darn. I groaned, "Fine." Jean noticed the drawing of the city I was doing. "This looks great, Bambi." What?! I felt my face get hot. Bambi? Jean turned back to me as I stared at the floor. "What?" He said. "'Bambi'?" I responded, looking at him. "Y'know. Cuz your eyes are big and brown." I felt my face get hotter. Jean smirked and turned back to look at the drawing. "Anyways. This looks really good." He said. "Thanks, Jean." He turned back and smiled at me. Then Jean's eyes suddenly widened. "Holy shit!" He yelled. I jumped in genuine heart attack mode. "What?!" "Be Bambi for Halloween!" He exclaimed. Pfftt! I laughed, "What are YOU gonna do?" "Thumper!" He yelled. I laughed harder, "I thought you said I would have to come up with it." I said. "Yeah but I came up with a good idea! C'mon! Let's do it!" "Okay. Okay." I was still laughing. This could be good for me. I hadnt designed or constructed any outfits or clothing since the summer. "I'll make the costume designs." I offered. Jean nodded. "Alright. But I'll help you costruct the costumes." I smiled. "Of course."
"Let's start now!" He said. I laughed. "Fine. Fine! You are ridiculous." I went qnd sat down at my desk, pulling my design sketchbook out of one of the drawers. I opened it and flipped through the pages. Man it brought back some memories... "Do you do fashion?" Jean asked. I smiled at him, "Yep. It's just a hobby. Sit down." I said, smiling at him. Jean grabbed the chair that I was using to sit in front of the window and pulled it over next to me, sitting down. "So." I started, "I'm gonna draw you first so we can see how the outfit will look..." I started drawing Jean when it hit me just hor dumb this was. I laughed a bit. "What are you laughing at?" He said. "The idea of this is just making me laugh. It's so ridiculous. I cant believe you came up wih this." Jean laughed, too. "Shut up!" He said, "I thought it would be funny!" I laughed more, "It is! Omigod I'm so glad you arent taking this seriously. I thought you were serious about this." "No!" Jean exclaimed, "I mean I want to seriously make these costumes. But only because it would be funny!" I grinned then asked, "What do you want to do? Is this gonna be like 'girls on Halloween' Mean Girls edition? Or...?" Jean stared at me a few moments then he cracked up. "W-What? Like sexy Bambi and Thumper?!" "Yeah!" "Pppffftt! Lets do that!" Jean exclaimed. This was going to be hilarious!
"Oh my God, Marco. You're seriously the best." Jean said, laughing still. I smiled at him, feeling my face become hot, before turning back to the sketches. We decided, after some arguing, on our outfits and what everything would be made of. Jean would have pleather grey skin tigt pants, a white crop top, a pair of white kneeboots, white gloves with the fingers cut out, plus the make up, ears, and a tail. And I 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 look at what we were doing.
We went fabric and supply shopping the next day. "This is so stupid." I said, as I pulled some yards of fabric off for myself. Jean laughed, "This is so amazing!" He exclaimed. I laughed, as well. "You're ridiculous." Jean grinned. It was a bit hard to call Jean sweet anymore considering he had broken apart my still life yesterday. And whether he put it back together doesnt change the fact. But I had already forgiven him. "Hey, Marco?" I heard Jean say as I was looking at zippers. "Hm?" I responded. "Do you wanna spend Thanksgiving with me?" That would be interesting but... My parents needed me at home. I looked at Jean a bit guiltily, "I cant. I have to be home for the holidays." "Why?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Right. I looked back at what I was doing, "Because I am an only child now. I am the only one who can come home." "I'm an only child." Jean said, "I wouldnt mind not going home." Jean stop being stubborn. I looked at him. "I just cant." I 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.