I woke up on Monday to Marco gently shaking my shoulder. "Jean..." I heard him say softly. It was actually so soothing that I considered just going back to sleep. But I groaned and rolled over, rubbing my eyes and asking, "Whaddaya wan'...?" "Get up." He responded, "It's five." What?! "Fucking... You get up at five? You're insane..." He just smirked. "You're insane. Now c'mon." Then he grabbed my wrist and started pulling me out of bed. I stood up. "Urgg... I hate you..." He held up an annoying heart shape with his hands and I hit his hands to kill it. "Hey!" He laughed, "You broke it!" "Screw you." I said. "You and your frickin Uggs..." I shuffled over to the bathroom and Marco said. "Dont diss them. I got them from Australia." "You went all the way to Australia to get those pieces of shit?!" I asked as I closed the bathroom door. I heard Marco laugh. Then he said, "I'm gonna head down to the cafeteria, Jean." "Kay." I responded, doing my normal morning things and changing when I came out of the bathroom. Then I put on my coat, scarf, beanie, boots, and gloves. When I walked into the cafeteria, I blew into my hands to warm them then headed over and Armin scooted over so I could sit next to Marco. "Hey, man!" Connie said to me. "Hey." I responded. "You look tired." Armin pointed out. "Hmm I wonder WHY!" I exclaimed, looking at Marco and bashing my shoulder into his. He just smiled, patting my head. Ugh. I rolled my eyes. Then I reached over and fixed Sasha's hair. She smiled and said, "You guys really need to start going out." Sasha said. Marco sighed. "Oh my God." I said, "Can you stop talking about that already? I'm serious, guys. It's really aggrivating." "Fine fine. Sorry." Connie said. "Thank you." I said. I knew they wouldn't stop, though. I had to eat breakfast. My new food plan shit wanted me to eat breakfast and the night before, Connie wouldn't leave me alone about following it and I knew he would never shut up if I didn't do what it said. Which was good, in hindsight. If my mom couldnt nag me, Connie would. I needed the nagging. Plus, I knew I needed to get better from this thing. The doctor had said that I was "lucky" that my mom had said something because it had only started becoming an issue and I hadn't lost as much weight as patients he saw before usually had already. I don't want to make this sound like this isn't difficult for me. These disorders are no laughing matter and taking it lightly is not something that happens. It's difficult. I found myself crying a lot about my weight, stressing out about it a lot, and wondering how much of whatever shit makes you fat was in the crap I was eating when I really didn't need to be… It's not a joke… I mean, now I had a calorie plan but if I ate over the amount, it was okay. I felt Connie and Armin's eyes on me the entire time I was eating. Luckily, Marco didn't seem to notice their odd behavior.
When we got to Pixis' class, I was happy when Marco sat next to me when we were working on our projects. I noticed suddenly that all of our Prisma Colors were mixed up. "Marco." I said, "Is this yours?" I pointed to a blue Prisma Color pencil. Marco looked over and stared owlishly at the colored pencils before saying, "Jean..." Covering his face with his hands and smiling. I laughed. "What?" I heard Marco sigh. "Wait, what?" I laughed a bit more. Marco pointed at the pool of Prisma Colors. "'Is this yours?'" He mocked me! "How about 'How many of these are yours?'?!" I laughed harder. Bitch! "I was getting there!" Marco laughed. "Oh yeah! Of course!" I kept laughing and smacked his shoulder. "Stop!" Then Marco started seperating our Prisma Colors and I just went back to coloring. Screw this guy. He didnt answer my damn question about the blue one. "Help me!" Marco exclaimed. I just laughed and kept working. Then he pointed a pink colored pencil at me. The fuck? "I'm going to..." He said. "What?" I asked, grinning at him, "What the Hell are you going to do, Marco?" He laughed a bit and raised his eyebrows at me. I kept grinning and staring at him, raising an eyebrow. Then the fucker drew a smiley face in pink on my piece in the corner. What the fuck?! I gasped a bit and laughed. "You asshole! And with the pink one!" I started trying to erase the smiley face. "That's what you get!" He exclaimed, starting to seperate the colored pencils again. If I said I loved him, that would be weird right? Hmm... "I love you, man." I said as I was erasing. Saying "man" makes it no homo. I looked at him when he didnt respond for a few moments, raising an eyebrow and waiting. He was red and he sighed softly saying. "I love you, too." "WHAT?!" Reiner boomed from across the room. We both looked up. "Did you guys say the thing? Are you doing eachother?" My face got hot. "No, dude!" I yelled. "We're just-MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS!" I felt Marco's hand on my shoulder and I calmed down slightly. "Okay. Jeez." Reiner said, going back to what he was doing. "Relax." Marco whispered to me, rubbing my shoulder. Shit... I nodded a bit, taking a deep breath. "You know you're the best, right?" He said to me. I smirked at him, "Yeah right..." "Really, Jean..." He smiled and I probably turned even pinker. "You're better than me." I said, turning back to my paper. "Yeah right, Jean." Marco said, "I'm the worst." "Shut up. I dont want to hear it. I am no longer listening to you." I said, tuning him out and continuing on my piece. I guess he finished separating them after a big because all my Prisma Colors were near me the next time I looked. Marco had a sheet of paper out and he was just staring at it. He had this expression on his face and his eyes were glossy. Then he suddenly came back to reality and started writing down things on the paper. "You cool?" I asked him. He blinked, looking qt me. "H-Huh?" He asked. "You look upset." I knitted my eyebrows together. Marco wiped his eyes before sighing a bit and nodding, forcing a smile. "Yeah. I'm alright." "You can tell me whatever, dude." I said. "I know." He responded, smiling a bit more. Weird.
The next day was pretty normal. Marco seemed a bit strange but I didn't want to pester him. He might just have been tired. Plus, I was busy worrying about myself and my food situation. Then, Hell broke loose on Wednesday, December the 3rd. Marco woke me up as per usual. With a gentle shake of the shoulder and a soft, "Jean..." But when I rolled over and looked at him... He looked awful. He was pale and his hair wasnt in the best state. Plus he had dark circles under his eyes and, lucky for me, his eyes are pretty big so I could see how bloodshot they were. I narrowed his eyebrows and squinted at him. I could barely see so it was hard to process. "You look sick... You alright...?" I asked. He nodded. "I'm fine." I sat up, yawning, then made my way into the bathroom. I got ready for the day then headed to the cafeteria, ready to eat. I noticed that Marco sat with Mikasa, Eren, and Armin. All three of them looked pretty worried, though. Makes sense. Marco looked like crap. I decided to sit next to him for a few minutes before actually taking on the task of eating. I was starting to gain some confidence slowly. "Hey..." I said, "You gonna eat?" He shook his head. "Not really hungry." Then I noticed... He had tennis shoes on?! The fuck?! No Uggs?! "... Where are your Uggs?" I asked him I asked him as I ran a hand through his hair, attempting to fix it. "I thought you hated them..." He responded, resting his head on his arms that were folded on the table. "I dont. I just like giving you a hard time." I said. And it was true. "What's wrong with you, Marco?" I tried, "Did something happen?" "Leave him alone, horseface." Eren interuppted. I looked at him, "He's probably just tired or something and he clearly doesnt want to talk about it." I narrowed my eyebrows, "Shut up, Jaegar! Nobody's fucking talking to you!" "Yeah well Marco is trying not to talk to you!" Jaegar exclaimed. I stood, "That is not fucking true!" Eren stood, as well, "Yes it is, horseface!" "Shut the hell up, you guys!" Marco suddenly yelled. We all looked at him and he was pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just shut up..." Shit... I sat down. He sighed. "I'm sorry, Marco..." I said. "It's okay... I just dont feel too well today so I just cant deal with you and Eren..." He responded. I nodded and ran my hand through his hair again. "Sorry." I said again. He nodded a bit. "It's okay..."
During Hanji's class, All About that Bass by Mehgan Trainer suddenly came on out of no where right next to me. I looked at Marco, knitting my eyebrows together as he fumbled to pull his phone out of his pocket. He glanced at me before he stood and answered his phone with, "Ciao, Mamma." I raised an eyebrow. I knew he was Italian but it was slightly surprising to hear him speak it. He went out into the hall, closing the door behind him. Hanji had this expression of confusion on her face and everybody looked back at her. "Okay! Great song! Anyways!" She exclaimed. Then she started talking again. Suddenly, somebody tapped me on the shoulder from behind and when I turned, Bertholdt was looking at me. The fuck did he want? This dude never spoke to me. "Is Marco okay?" He whispered to me. "I dont know." I whispered back, "I hope so." He nodded and I turned back around. I sighed, opening up my sketchbook and starting to doodle. I started to doodle a person and it ended up being Marco. I groaned and doodled myself next to him then I did something that I kicked myself for later on. I drew a heart around us. It was a while before I was pulled out of my zoned out tate. "Jean. Can you go check on Marco?" Hanji said. I nodded, closing my sketchbook and standing then jogging to the door and opening it slowly. I looked behind the door and Marco was there, wiping his eyes. I knitted my eyebrows together. "Hey. You alright?" I asked. "Yeah!" He said, smiling. "Just a phonecall from my mom." Then he walked past me and went into the room. He was alright? Bullshit.
When class ended, Marco left, saying that he was going to go back to the dorm. I was going to ask what was wrong again but he looked terrible and I didnt want to push it. During the last class of the day, I realized that Marco wasnt there and I was actually extremely worried. Shit. Where the fuck was he? I was going to leave to find him but the professor wouldnt let me go. So as soon as class was over at seven, I sprinted to the dorm building, not caring about the shouts that I got from people as I ran through the crowd of students. I took the steps two at a time, almost falling once, and fumbled to unlock the dorm door. When I opened it, Marco was asleep in his bed, no covers covering him. Dammit he was messed up and I didnt even know why. I sighed, closing the door behind me and heading over to him. I leaned down and rubbed his back. "Marco." I said, "Marco." He woke with a start and rubbed his eyes as he sat up quickly. I stopped rubbing his back. "Hey..." I said, knitting my eyebrows together. He looked at me. "You alright?" I asked him, "You missed class. It's, like, seven thirty... I was worried..." He looked a lot better than before but he still didnt look like his normal self. He suddenly looked like he was going to be sick and he covered his mouth. Shit. I couldnt handle emotion... "Jean..." He said. My eyebrows were knitted together. Then I noticed there were tears starting to fall. The fuck? I raised my eyebrows. "Woah woah!" I exclaimed, getting closer to him. "Marco. What the hell is wrong?" He shook his head a bit. Then I started, "Look. Marco. You've looked terrible all day. Tell me what the fuck is wrong. Now." "I just..." He choked. "Jamie's birthday..." Tears started streaming down his face. Shit. Jamie's birthday was today? "Marco..." I said, "W-Why didnt you tell me...?" I sat down on the bed. "I didnt want to b-burden you, Jean..." I sighed. This guy was too nice. "You're too nice, man... You can tell me anything..." Then I grabbed his free hand and held it. "But I dont want to be a burden..." I chuckled a bit. This idiot. "You arent a burden." I said. "Why arent you home for this day?" "I usually am but... My parents wanted me to get away from this sister thing so I would have one less thing to worry about... But it hurts to be away..." Then he started sobbing. Shit. Fuck. Dammit. What the Hell do I dooo! I sighed and scooted over to him and hugged him really awkwardly. Good job, Jean. Perfect. He hugged me back and I just let him him cry on me. I rubbed his back awkwardly and held him until he started calming down. Then I pulled away and looked at him. "Feel better...?" I asked, wiping away his tears with my thumb. He turned a bit red. "Not really..." He had major dark circles under his eyes, "God you really should sleep..." I said. Then I realized that I was touching Marco's face and my own face got hot. "You look so tired..." "I am tired... I just slept for about six hours, though... And I had a bad nightmare... I just want to sit here with you... Is that okay...?" My face got hotter and I pulled my hand away from his face. "I... Uhh... Y-Yeah. That's fine..." "Is there something wrong with us being together alone...?" He asked, knitting his eyebrows together. Shit. My face got hotter. "N-No! No, Marco! Not at all! I just-I wasnt-! Blah!" Then he smiled a bit. "I'm messing with you." Dammit. "I hate you..." I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. "You cant do that when I think you're genuinely upset..." "You're too funny." He said. "I'm glad it makes you feel better to see me feel really awkward." I responded. "Oh come on... You always make me feel better no matter what you do..." He said smiling a bit. I stared at him before saying, "You cant be a real person. You're too fucking nice." He smiled a bit more.
We were quiet then he said, "Jean?" I looked at him, "Yeah?" "This might be a random question but... Are you straight?" I laughed a bit. Aw shit. This question. Marco smiled. "I'm not straight." I said. "I'm bi. I'm not really happy about it, though..." He knitted his eyebrows together. "Why not?" "My family, apart from my mother, doesnt like it... They were always happy with me bringing girls home but if I brought a guy home, they wouldnt talk to me until we had broken up..." He sighed a bit. "But you probably wouldnt understand. Your family sounds amazing." "I get it!" He suddenly said. I looked at him. "I mean, my family accepts the fact that I'm gay, sure, but..." He said, "I had a group of guy friends my freshman year of college and... When I came out to them, they all stopped being my friends because they all thought I was interested in them." The fuck? I raised an eyebrow. "I know..." He said, agreeing with my expression, "I was really upset at losing so many friends at one time." "They didnt deserve to be your fucking friends if they were gonna be dumbasses like that." He widened his eyes a bit and laughed softly. "Oh really? Say what you feel, Jean." I laughed a bit. "But, Jean." He started again. I looked at him. "Dont be ashamed of being bi, please. Just do what you want as far as that is concerned and be happy with whoever you end up being with." I half smiled. "I know." I said, "I just dont like the part where my family doesnt like it. It sucks." Marco nodded. "I get it..." We were quiet. "Marco..." I said, "Can I ask you something...?" "Yeah?" He asked. "Do you think anybody would genuinely want to go out with me..? I had a girlfriend for a few years and we broke up this summer. But it destroyed my confidence in my dating abilities." He sighed a bit after thinking for a second. "Jean... You arent exactly the best as far as your social skills are concerned. And you knew that... But... I'm sure anyone would be lucky to have you, Jean... I think you're absolutely amazing..." Shit. I know I turned pink. I bit my lower lip, looking away from him and saying, "I love you, man..." "I love you, too... Um... Bro?" Marco said. Pfff! I laughed and looked back at him. "Dork!" I exclaimed. He laughed a bit, too. "Dont say the word bro ever again!" I said. He laughed a bit more. "Aw but c'mon!" He exclaimed. I smiled. I was glad that he was mostly back to himself... He was actually really attractive right now... "Hey..." I said, "You wanna go hang out in the commons building?" He nodded a bit. "Change into something more comfortable than this, Marco." I said, "You're so stressed that you didnt even wear your Uggs. Fucking absurd." I grinned and he smiled back. Then I stood up and zipped up my jacket. "I'll meet you there." I said, smiling then heading out and closing the door behind me.
I trudged through the snow to the commons building. I opened the door and the wind slammed it behind me. I jumped, taking a deep breath of warm air. Then I shoved my red gloves into the pockets of my blue jacket and put it on the coat rack. I kicked off my black boots as I pulled off my black scarf, wrapping it around my jacket on the hanger. I straightened my green beanie with snowflakes on it and headed over to the fireplace. There was already a log in there so I just started up the fire and flopped down onto the couch, sighing. I really had to be with Marco. What Armin said before Thanksgiving break about Marco being taken soon was extremely accurate. Gerald wasnt the first one I'd witnessed who asked Marco out. There were at least two guys I'd witnessed who'd asked this man out and he turned them down so politely that they walked away smiling. There were also, like, four girls! And one other girl gave ME a NOTE to give to him! I threw it away. If you're gonna ask someone out, fucking talk to them. What was this first through tenth grade note shit? I heard the door to the commons building open and slam shut. I turned and Marco was taking his jacket off. He had a green long sleeved shirt on, blue night pants with snowmen on them and brown Uggs! Hell yes. The Uggs are back! He walked over to the couch. "Hey." I said, smiling. He smiled back and walked around the couch before sitting down next to me. "Hi." He said, "You dont need to wear shoes in here, you know?" "I know." He responded, "It's okay." Take off the Uggs... It was quiet then I grabbed one of his Uggs, "Take off the Uggsss!" I yelled. He laughed. "Hey! Let go! I thought you said you didnt hate them!" I laughed, too. "I did! Take them off though!" I managed to pull off his right Ugg then I went for he left one. "Jean stttopppp!" "No way, man! Where are your fricking socks?!" "You told me to wear somehing comfortable!" He exclaimed, "Socks arent comfy to me unless they're fuzzy! And fuzzy socks with Uggs is just overkill!" I laughed. "These shoes are overkill alone!" I pulled off his left Ugg successfully and tossed both shoes aside. "Aha! Two points for Jean the bomb!" He laughed more. Then I noticed something that I didnt see before on Marco's left foot. "Hold the phone!" I yelled, grabbing his foot, causing him to fall onto the couch on his back. "Oof! Jean!" I looked at the tattoo of a dandelion with its seeds blowing away on his ankle. It was actually... Kind of sexy on him, not gonna lie. But I was still surprised because I had thought that he had just gotton the one on his wrist. "When did you get this shit? I thought you only had the wrist one." He smiled a bit. "Thomas gave me the foot one, basically, against my will." Idiot Thomas. I nodded. "I meant to tell you I liked the wrist tattoo." I said, half smiling at him. "I think it's nice." He flushed red and nodded. "Can you let go of my foot now?" I laughed. "Nevvaaarr!" He laughed, too. "Jean! Let go!" He struggled and I gripped onto his ankle with both hands. He stopped struggling, suddely, then he yanked his leg away randomly with all his strength. That got me to let go. "Woah!" I yelled, "Wasnt expecting that!" He grinned. We were quiet for a bit. I decided that I would ask him a question that would help me get closer to what I thought he would say when I asked him out. So I asked, "Marco...?" He looked at me. "Yeah?" I twisted my nose ring, "Would you ever date anyone like me?" "Jean. I would, gladly, date someone EXACLTY like you." Hell yes. My face got hot. "Then... Could I ask you something?" I said. He sat up. "Would you help me get Connie and Sasha together?" He raised an eyebrow. "Why?" "Because help me." I said. He sighed. "Jeaann-" cute "-That's not fair. They've been bugging us about getting together this whole time and we dont like it. Now we're supposed to bug them about getting together with eachother? I'm not a hypocrite." I groaned loudly and yelled, "Maaarrrcccccooooooo! Plllzzz! You dont understand how important this is!" "No, Jean." "How about this? We'll arm wrestle and if I win, you help me." He raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want to do that?" He asked. I was slightly offended. "What? You dont think I could win?" He suddenly grabbed my arm and felt my bicep. "No. I dont think you can." I yanked his arm away, my face feeling hot. He just laughed.
"C'mon!" I said, sitting on the floor and putting my elbow on the coffee table. He sighed. "Fine." Marco came and sat down across from me and put his own elbow on the table, grabbing my hand. All I could think was that his hand was really warm until I realized the task at hand. "Call it." I said. He smirked. "Okay. One.. Two.. Go!" I was really fucking confident until Marco beat me! I slammed my head on the table and Marco laughed, patting my shoulder across the table. "Thumb wrestling contest!" I exclaimed, lifting my head back up and holding my hand out to him. He smirked and grabbed my hand. "Ready." I started, "Set.. Go!" He immediately pinned my thumb down. I groaned. Dammiiittt. "Fine! Rock paper scissors!" I exlclaimed. "Lizard Spock?" He asked. Amazing! I laughed, "Sure! Go!" "Rock paper scissors lizard Spock!" We both yelled. I put down lizard and he put down rock, crushing my lizard. I groaned again. "Best two out of three!" I yelled. "Fine!" He exclaimed. "Rock paper scissors lizard Spock!" I put down Spock and Marco did scissors. So my Spock smashed his scissors. "Yes! I won one thing!" Marco laughed. "Once more, Jean." He reminded me. "Shit." "Rock paper scissors lizard Spock!" He put rock and I put Spock again. Spock vaporized his rock. "Darn!" He yelled. Fuck yes! "Ahaa!" I yelled, "I win! You have to help me!" "No way! I won three times! You won twice!" Damn... I groaned. "Dammit... You're right... Two more rounds?" Marco rolled his eyes and grinned, "Fine." "Rock paper scissors lizard Spock!" I put lizard and he put Spock. His Spock was poisoned. He pouted and I laughed loudly. "One more, Jean! Now we're tied!" He exclaimed." "Right right!" I answered. "Rock paper scissors lizard Spock!" He put paper and I put scissors. He groaned and yelled, "Noooooo!" I laughed. "Yess! You have to help!" He sighed, "Fine whatever. Congrats. You're the best, you idiot." It was quiet. "So." I started. I wondered if he had any modifications other than a few innocent tattoos. "Hm?" He said, "Do you have any piercings?" He smirked a bit. "Maybe." He said. Oh fuck off. I grinned, "Oh really? Where?" He smirked more and shrugged, "You'll just have to find out." Oh God. I felt my face get hot. "Is that a come on?" He just shrugged, grinning a bit. "Can I guess?" I asked. He shrugged, grinning a bit wider and putting his elbow on the coffee table and resting his chin in his hand. "Stop shrugging and answer me!" I exclaimed, grinning. "Gimme a hint!" He chuckled. Got that chuckle. "Fine. I have two." I groaned. "Another hint! Are they on your face?" "One of them is." He said. I made a face. Dammit. My face got hotter and I looked him over. He laughed. I noticed that he didnt have his ears pierced. "I can tell that your ears arent pierced. Why get something else on you face pierced when it's so obvious to get your ears pierced?" He shrugged again. I laughed, "Stop that!" "I'll give you another hint. Thomas gave me them." Well that doesnt help. If Thomas dated him at some point, any part of his body was possible. "Did you ever date Thomas?" He wrinkled his nose and I laughed at that face. "I'll take that as a no... I'm gonna guess... Bellybutton." Marco raised his eyebrows. "What was your thought process." He asked. "Well." I started, "When you said that one was on your face, there were four obvious answers for your body so-" "Oh yeah? What were they?" He interrupted. Fuck you. I know that I turned pink but I just cleared his throat. "Anyways. So-" "No! Tell me!" He interrupted again. "I'm getting there!" I exclaimed. "So! When you said that Thomas did them, it didnt really narrow it down if you two had dated because that meant that your-ahem-vital regions were a possibility." He laughed and turned red. My face got really hot. "Okay! I understand! You dont have to-" "Oh no, Marco! You said I have to!" I interuppted. "You dont have to-" "NIPPLES!" I yelled. I cracked up. "Stop!" I cracked up, too. After a few moments I clarified, "So it is your bellybutton, right?" He smiled at me. "Yeah. It is."
Marco's phone started spouting Mehgan Trainer again. His mom again?I stopped smiling when Marco frowned and pulled his phone out of his pocket and answered it. "C-Ciao, Mamma..." He said. "What's up?" I sighed softly. "I havent yet." He was saying, "I was asleep and I wasnt feeling too well so I actually just looked at my phone for the first time since I woke up. Hang on." Then he pulled the phone away from his ear and tapped away at it before scrolling through something. He smiled a bit and put the phone to his ear again. "It looks like you guys are having a good time." He said. "... Better. You should have seen me earlier, though." He slowly smiled as his mom said something then he laughed a bit. "Good call." He said. He chuckled at something she said. "I'm just talking with Jean and trying to have a good time." I smirked and he looked at me. "He's doing fine." He said. Then turned red, "Mother! I dont know." I laughed. "Did she ask you something about us being in a romantic relationship?" I asked. He nodded. I heard his mom yell, "Put me on speaker! I want to talk to Jean!" Hr pulled the phone away as she yelled then he put her on spekaer and set the phone down on the table with a sigh. "There. You're on-" "Jean!" She yelled. I laughed. "Yes, ma'am?" I asked, coming around the coffee table and sitting next to Marco so she could hear me better. "How are you?" She asked, "Is Marco being a handful?" I was grinning. Marco smirked. "I'm fine and no." I said, "He's not. I can take care of him." "You can take care of him?" She asked. "Yes, ma'am." "Wow!" She exclaimed, "First guy he's met besides Thomas who can put up with him!" I laughed and Marco gasped. "That is not true, mother!" "I found out that your son had a bellybutton piercing." I decided to say. Marco gasped again, horrified. "What? He does? Marco?" She exclaimed. "Jean! I'm gonna beat you up!" Marco yelled at me. I cracked up. "No beating anyone up, Marco!" His mom exclaimed, "When did you get that?! Marco?!" He sighed. "I got it my junior year of highschool..." She gasped. "Marco!" "I'm sorry!" I was laughing. "Marco. Why?" She asked. "I'm sorry. But, hey, I had great grades and I was top rank in ROTC my Senior year." She sighed. "Okay. Fine, Marco... It's okay. You're right." He sighed softly. "Good... Have a good night, mother." "You, too, Marky." "Ti amo." He said. "Ti amo!" Then he hung up and looked at me with this face. Shit. I laughed. "Now. Before you-" Then he just tackled me and I made a loud sound. "Get off!" I yelled, struggling. Then he was straddling me and had my wrists pinned. "Gotcha!" He yelled. My face got really hot. Shit... I didnt mind this. He was warm... His face turned red. God he smelled good... I gulped then Marco was leaning down to kiss me. Hell yes. I looked at him and just as I was starting to lean up, the door to the commons building crashed open, scaring the Hell out of Marco. "Oh my GOD!" He yelled, jumping. Then coming back down and crushing me! I yelped. Sasha's head poked above the couch. She turned red. "WHAT? What?! Whatttt?!" "What?" Connie said, then he walked over to Sasha. He turned red, too. "HOLY SHIT! IS THIS HAPPENING?!" Marco stood. "No-!" He said, "Yes-! I dont know! What?" I fumbled to get up. "Are you telling me that you still arent dating?" Sasha exclaimed, holding the sides of her head and screaming. "What about you two?" Marco yelled above Sasha's screaming. She went silent and both her and Connie stared at Marco. "Yeah." I said, clearing his throat and crossing his arms, trying to compose myself, "What about you guys? You should be going out." They both turned red then Connie said, "We are." It was quiet. What? What? What?! He was dating Sasha and he didnt even tell me? He fulfilled his side of the bargain and he kept me waiting?! "Wait what?" Marco asked. "We've been dating since the middle of Thanksgiving Break." Connie answered. Marco sighed. I screamed and Marco jumped at least a mile up. "Why the fuck didnt you tell me?!" I yelled, stomping around the couch towards Connie. I was gonna rip his head off! Connie ran around the opposite side of the couch. "Dude! I was gonna! I just needed some time!" Then we started a cat and mouse chase around the couch. "Oh FUCK off! I've been waiting for a while!" I yelled. "Dude you still probably wont do it! It doesnt matter!" "Imuna friggin kill you you sonuvabitch!" Suddenly, Marco grabbed me, picking me up. "Calm down!" He exclaimed. Oh Hell no!
I struggled and flailed in his grasp. Connie started catching his breath then he made his way back to Sasha. "Stoppit, Jean! Seriously!" Marco yelled at me. Woah. I stopped at that, panting. "What is wrong with you?" "Nothing!" I yelled, "It's Connie's fault!" Connie put his hands up in defense. "What is it?" Marco asked. "Nothing! Just lemme down." He let me down and I gave Connie a glare then went to the coat rack, pulling on my jacket, shoes, gloves, then flipping my scarf around my neck. I waited for Marco to get his stuff ready. I opened the door when Marco was ready and went outside. Marco walked out behind me, closing the door. "Jean. What was that about?" He said, coming up next to me. "Nothing!" I exclaimed. He suddenly grabbed my hand and I stopped walking, looking at him. He had his eyebrows knitted together. "Jean..." I sighed, studying his face and eyes. Dammit. "Look. You wont be mad, right?" He shook my head. "So..." I started, "Connie was bothering me about asking somebody you dont know about something really important but I was too embarassed to ask. So I said that if he asked Sasha out, I would do it. And I started relying on Connie to ask Sasha out so I could have the shove to ask this person the thing but he didnt tell me that he and Sash were dating until now!" He sighed the said. "Jeaann... You're dumb..." Yup. "I know, Marco..." We were quiet. "Well now you can ask that person, right..?" He asked. Shit. I felt my face get hot and I nodded. I sighed and looked at him. "Marco..." I gotta do it now. "Yeah?" Shit shit shit. I put my free hand on my shoulder and was going to say it when MARCO interuppted me. "Are we gonna dance?" He asked, putting his free hand on my waist and smiling. Fuck you, Marco! I couldnt say that, though so I laughed, hopefully, convincingly. "Sure!" He started swaying with me. I grinned then let him go after a few moments. We headed back to the dorm building and I frowned. Dammit.