I felt super awkward. At this moment, at 5 am, I was standing over Jean who was sleeping, trying to figure out what the best way to wake him up was. I sighed. He probably wasn't a morning person. I know I'm not. I was so tempted to run my hand through his hair and kiss him awake but... I just gently shook his shoulder. "Jean..." I said softly. He groaned and rolled over, rubbing his eyes. Cute. "Whaddaya wan'...?" He mumbled. "Get up. It's five." "Fucking... You get up at five? You're insane..." I smirked. "You're insane. Now c'mon." I grabbed his wrist and started pulling him out of bed. He hesitantly stood up. "Urgh... I hate you..." I held up a heart shape with my hands. He smacked my hands. "Hey!" I laughed, "You broke it!" "Screw you." Jean said. I wish. "You and your frickin Uggs..." He shuffled over to the bathroom and I sighed. "Dont diss them. I got them from Australia." "You went all the way to Australia to get those pieces of shit?!" He said as he closed the bathroom door. I laughed. I decided that I should probably go. I didnt want to be here when he was changing. "I'm gonna head down to the cafeteria, Jean." "Kay." I grabbed my keys and wallet and made my way to the cafeteria. As I walked over to the table where Connie and Sasha were with my breakfast, I heard Connie say, "First things first-" "I'm the realest." I interrupted Connie and sat. Connie and Sasha laughed. "Hey! You back to be part of the Cool Club instead of the JEAGAR club?" Connie said, mocking Jean. I laughed a bit, "Can I join two clubs?" "You can't be in all the clubs, Marco." "Aw man! Why not?" Sasha giggled, "We all know you're an overachiever, Marco." She said, "But you can't be in all the clubs." "I think he already is." Armin said, sitting next to me and smiling at me. I smiled back. "I dont know." "Everyone likes you." He continued. "Thanks." I felt my face get a bit hot. "So how is rooming with Jean?" Connie asked. "It's fine." I smiled at Connie, "He just doesnt want to get up at five." Connie laughed, "He's not a morning person." Jean walked in, blowing into his hands to warm them. He was so cute with his nose and cheeks pink from the cold. He headed over and Armin scooted over so Jean could sit next to me. "Hey, man!" Connie said. "Hey." Jean said. "You look tired." Armin pointed out. "Hmm I wonder WHY!" Jean exclaimed, looking at me and bashing his shoulder into mine. I smiled, patting his head. He just rolled his eyes. "God, Marco..." "You guys really need to start going out." Sasha said. I sighed. "Oh my God." Jean said, "Can you stop talking about that already? I'm serious, guys. It's really aggrivating." I nodded in agreement. It was. "Fine fine. Sorry." Connie said. "Thank you." Jean said.
We soon went to Pixis' class and I sat with Jean as we worked on our projects. "Marco. Is this yours?" He said pointing to a blue Prisma Color pencil. I realized that all of our Prisma Colors were lost in the pool of pencils. "Jean..." I said, covering my face with my hands and smiling. He laughed. "What?" I sighed. "Wait, what?" He laughed a bit more. I pointed at the pool of Prisma Colors. "'Is this yours?'" I said, mocking Jean. "How about 'How many of these are yours?'?!" Jean laughed harder. "I was getting there!" I laughed. "Oh yeah! Of course!" Jean kept laughing and smacked my shoulder. "Stop!" I started seperating our Prisma Colors and Jean just went back to coloring. "Help me!" Jean just laughed and kept working. I pointed a pink pencil at him. "I'm going to..." "What?" Jean said, grinning at me, "What the Hell are you going to do, Marco?" I laughed a bit and raised my eyebrows at him. He kept grinning and staring at me, raising an eyebrow. I drew a smiley face in pink on his piece in the corner. Jean gasped a bit and laughed. "You asshole! And wih the pink one!" He started trying to erase the smiley face. "That's what you get!" I exclaimed, starting to seperate the colors again. "I love you, man." Jean said as he was erasing. I felt my face get hot. He didnt mean it like that but... He looked at me, raising an eyebrow and waiting for a response. I sighed softly. "I love you, too." "WHAT?!" Reiner boomed from across the room. Jean and I looked up. "Did you guys say the thing? Are you doing eachother?" My face got really hot. "No, dude!" Jean yelled, turning pink. "We're just-MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS!" I put a hand on Jean's shoulder to calm him down. "Okay. Jeez." Reiner said, going back to what he was doing. "Relax." I whispered to him, rubbing his shoulder. He nodded a bit, taking a deep breath. I smirked a bit. "You know you're the best, right?" I said to him. He smirked at me, "Yeah right..." "Really, Jean..." I smiled. He turned pink. "You're better than me." He said to me, turning back to his paper. I smirked. "Yeah right, Jean. I'm the worst." "Shut up. I don't want to hear it. I am no longer listening to you." I rolled my eyes. I realized that I needed to finish a report for my pottery class about what projects I wanted to put into a competition. So I pulled out a sheet of paper and put my name and date on it. It was the 3rd of December. I realized that my sisters' birthday was in two days. My God... Already... Jamie deserved more than what I was giving her this birthday... I usually stayed home for the days leading up to Jamie's birthday and came back to school a couple days after we celebrated her day as a family. But this time... I couldn't stay... My parents made me come back early to get me to break away from Jamie more. Maybe it was for my own good... I didnt know. I started writing down names, colors, and sizes of pots that I wanted to submit. "You cool?" Jean asked me. "H-Huh?" I looked at him. "You look upset." He looked pretty worried. I wiped my eyes. My eyes were wet... I didnt notice... I sighed a bit and nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah. I'm alright." "You can tell me whatever, dude." He said. "I know." I responded, smiling a bit more.
The next day was a bit hard but I got through it. Then I woke up on December the 5th. I hadn't really slept much the night before. About an hour or two. And now my five o'clock alarm was going off for class. I cracked an eye open and turned off my alarm, staring at the ceiling. I wasnt ready today... I felt like crap and I just wanted to sit in my dorm and have a pity party... But I decided that I would try not to let today get to me. I got up and got dressed into a grey t-shirt, a black hoodie, my blue jeans, and my only pair of tennis shoes. I brushed my hair for a few moments before giving up and going to brush my teeth. I then headed over to Jean, gently shaking his shoulder and saying, "Jean..." Jean groaned a bit and rolled over, looking at me and rubbing his eyes. He narrowed his eyebrows and squinted at me, "You look sick... You alright...?" He said. No. Im not alright. I nodded. "I'm fine." Jean sat up, yawning. He got up and went into the bathroom. I grabbed my wallet and room key then headed down to the cafeteria. I didnt grab anything to eat. I didnt feel hungry. I sighed softly as I sat down with Armin, Mikasa. and Eren. Connie and Sasha werent around. "Hey." Eren said to me. "Good morning." I responded. Armin looked worried, "You alright?" He said. I nodded. "I'm fine." "You sure?" I nodded again. Jean came into the cafeteria after a bit and came and sat next to me. "Hey..." He said, "You gonna eat?" I shook my head. "Not really hungry." "... Where are your Uggs?" He asked. "I thought you hated them..." I said, resting my head on my arms folded on the table. "I dont. I just like giving you a hard time." He said. "What's wrong with yoh, Marco? Did something happen?" "Leave him alone, horseface." Eren said, "He's probably just tired or something and he clearly doesnt want to talk about it." "Shut up, Jaegar! Nobody's fucking talking to you!" Ugh. I didnt want to deal with this. Eren and Jean argued and they stood up when I couldnt handle it anymore. "Shut the hell up, you guys!" I yelled. Everyone looked at me. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Just shut up..." Jean sat down. I sighed. I didnt want to hear it today. "I'm sorry, Marco..." Jean said. "It's okay... I just don't feel too well today so I just can't deal with you and Eren..." Jean nodded and rubbed my back. "Sorry." I nodded a bit. "It's okay..."
It was during Hanji's class when I got the call. Hanji was in the middle of her lesson when my ringtone for my mom came on. It was All About that Bass by Mehgan Trainer. My mom was obsessed with that song. I fumbled to pull my phone out of my pocket and Jean looked at me a bit worriedly. I stood and answered my phone in Italian with, "Ciao, Mamma." "Ciao, Marco." She answered back with a raspy voice just as I got out of the room. Then I switched back to English. "How are you today...?" "I'm okay, Marco. How are YOU doing today...?" I sighed softly, "Less than okay, mother... I cant even wear my Uggs today because I feel like it would be innapropriate for my less than chipper mood..." "Oh Marco... il mio bambino povero..." Which means "my poor baby." "I'll be okay..." I said. "You dont sound okay." She said. "Neither do you, mother." I heard her chuckle a bit over the phone. "You got me..." "How's Dad?" "He went out to get cake and things for dinner." "R-Right..." Cake... Of course. Every year... "I'll send pictures, Marky. Stay strong. Happy Jamie Day." "Happy Jamie Day to you, too..." I felt like I was about to start crying. I held it in, though. "I wish I could be there..." "Marky, you have to go on with your life. Your father and I have already lived our lives and have nothing to strive for but you have goals to reach. We just dont want you to worry about this anymore." "Mom... Please just let me come home... I was literally there when it happened... Remember the scar? I need to be there." She sighed. I heard some backround noise and some talking. Then she came back after a minute or two. "Okay, Marco..." She said, "I can tell you dont like being alone on this day... We wont do this again, alright? I just wanted to see if it would be helpful for you to get away on her birthday." I understood completely where she was coming from but I seemed to be doing worse on her birthday, being away. "Thank you mother... I understand... Send photos..." "Oh Marco... Have a good day...Ti amo..." "T-Ti amo, Mamma..." I felt my eyes welling up and I hung up. I covered my face with my hands as tears streamed down my face. I really wished I could get over it... But it was impossible... The scar wouldnt go away no matter what I tried... The door to Hanji's classroom started opening, so I quickly wiped my eyes and sniffed a bit. Jean came out and looked at me. "Hey. You alright?" "Yeah!" I said, smiling. "Just a phonecall from my mom." I went into the room past Jean who didn't seem convinced.
As lunch rolled around, I felt myself feeling even worse. I didnt want to eat so I went back to the dorm. Jean had decided to not try to bother me which I appreciated. When I got into the dorm and went into the bathroom, I saw myself in the mirror. I looked terrible. I was pale but my eyes were bloodshot and red around them. Plus I had dark bags under my eyes and my hair was slightly messy. I groaned a bit and went to my bed, flopping down into it. I felt awful and I wished I could be home. I curled up in bed and drifted off slowly. It must have been a few hours when Jean woke me up. I was having a really bad nightmare about something I don't remember when I heard Jean calling for me. I woke with a start and felt someone rubbing my back. I realized it was Jean when I sat up and he stopped rubbing my back. I rubbed my eyes. "Hey..." He said. And when I looked at him, I realized he looked really worried. "You alright? You missed class. It's, like, seven... I was worried..." No... I wasn't okay... I felt even worse than before. I felt like I was going to barf... But... I held it in... I covered my mouth and felt tears starting to prickle my eyes. I needed to tell Jean... But I didn't want to be a burden... I gulped as tears started to pool... "Jean..." Jean's eyebrows were knitted together. Then he noticed the tears starting to fall and his expression changed to slight shock. "Woah woah!" He exclaimed, getting closer to me. "Marco. What the hell is wrong?" I shook my head a bit. "Look. Marco. You've looked terrible all day. Tell me what the fuck is wrong. Now." He was being really assertive... It was sexy but I couldn't really appreciate it at the moment. "I just..." I choked. "Jamie's birthday..." I felt the tears starting to stream down my face. "Marco..." Jean said, "W-Why didn't you tell me...?" He sat down on my bed. "I didnt want to b-burden you, Jean..." Jean sighed. "You're too nice, man... You can tell me anything..." Jean grabbed my hand that wasnt already over my mouth and held it. "But I dont want to be a burden..." Jean chuckled a bit. "You arent a burden." I tried to stop the tears but they kept coming. "Why arent tiu 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 more to be away..." I really wanted to stop the tears but they only started falling faster. I closed my eyes and started sobbing. Jean didnt do anything for quite a few moments but then he scooted over to me and hugged me tightly and really awkwardly. His social skills werent really getting better. I hugged him back and he let me ruin his shirt with my tears and snot. He just rubbed my back and held me until I managed to start calming down. Then he pulled away from the hug and looked at me. "... Feel better...?" He said, wiping away my tears with his thumb. I felt my face get a bit hot. "Not really..." "God you really should sleep..." Jean said, his face turning pink as he realized what exactly he was doing. "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...?" Jean's face turned pinker. "I... Uhh... Y-Yeah. That's fine..." I took Jean feeling bad for me as an excuse to mess with him a little. "Is there something wrong with us being together alone...?" I said, knitting my eyebrows together. He turned pinker. "N-No! No, Marco! Not at all! I just-I wasnt-! Blah!" I smiled a bit. "I'm messing with you." "I hate you..." Jean said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You cant do that when I think you're genuinely upset..." I really wanted to kiss him. Really bad. I couldnt though. "You're too funny." I said. "I'm glad it makes you feel better to see me feel really awkward." He responded. "Oh come on... You always make me feel better no matter what you do..." I said smiling a bit. Jean stared at me for a few moments before saying, "You cant be a real person. You're too fucking nice." I smiled a bit more.
We were quiet for a few moments before I said, "Jean?" He looked at me. "Yeah?" "This might be a random question but... Are you straight?" Jean laughed a bit, really cutely. I smiled. Jean was making me feel a lot better somehow. "I'm not straight." He said honestly. "I'm bi. I'm not really happy about it, though..." I knitted my eyebrows together. "Why not?" "My family, apart from my mother, doesn't like it... They were always happy with me bringing girls home but if I brought a guy home, they wouldn't talk to me until we had broken up..." I sighed a bit. "But you probably wouldn't understand. Your family sounds amazing." "I get it!" I said. He looked at me. "I mean, my family accepts the fact that I'm gay, sure, but... 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." Jean raised an eyebrow. I agreed with his "those idiots." expression. "I know... I was really upset at losing so many friends at one time." "They didn't deserve to be your fucking friends if they were gonna be dumbasses like that." Woah. I widened my eyes a bit and laughed softly. "Oh really? Say what you feel, Jean." Jean laughed a bit. Oh my GOD I wanted to kiss this man... Maybe I could get away with it...? I had already kissed him on the cheek... But then what if it got really awkward...? Huurrrbngg I was so screwed if I ever lost any control again... "But, Jean." I started again. He looked at me. "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." He half smiled. "I know." He said, "I just don't like the part where my family doesn't like it. It sucks." I nodded. "I get it..." We were quiet. "Marco... Can I ask you something...?" Jean suddenly said. "Yeah?" "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." Oh man... He was asking me if somebody would want to go out with him. He was so socially awkward that I, as much as I loved this guy, was even skeptical about how good a boyfriend he would be. I sighed a bit. "Jean... You arent exactly the best as far as your social skills are concerned. But you knew that... But... I'm sure anyone would be lucky to have you, Jean... I think you're absolutely amazing..." Jean turned pink and bit his lower lip, looking away from me. "I love you, man..." "I love you, too... Um... Bro?" Jean laughed and looked at me. "Dork!" I laughed a bit, too. "Dont say the word bro ever again!" I laughed a bit more. "Aw but c'mon!" I exclaimed. He smiled. "Hey..." He said, "You wanna go hang out in the commons building?" I nodded a bit. "Change into something more comfortable than this, Marco. You're so stressed that you didnt even wear your Uggs. Fucking absurd." He grinned and I smiled back. He then stood and I was able to focus on what exactly he was wearing today. Black sweat pants, a white undershirt with a big blue jacket over it, a black scarf, his green beanie with snowflakes on it, red gloves, and black boots. He zipped up the jacket. "I'll meet you there." He said, smiling then heading out and closing the door behind him.
I quickly changed into blue night pants with snowmen on them, a green long sleeved shirt, my brown Uggs, a big brown leather jacket, which I zipped up, white gloves, and my white scarf. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror again. I didn't look as terrible as before. My eyes were bloodshot, and I was back to my somewhat dark olive tanned skin tone. I just had dark circles and no bags, thankfully. I ran a hand through my hair to make it somewhat presentable. Then I grabbed my phone and dorm keys before heading out to the commons building. I got there and when I opened the door, stepping in and taking a chilly breath, I noticed that there was a huge Christmas tree in here, too. The door slammed behind me and I noticed Jean's jacket with the gloves in the pocket and his scarf hung up on the coat rack and his shoes hanging out on the floor right under it. I put my own gloves into my pockets and pulled off my jacket, hanging it up along with my scarf. I then headed over to the area with the chairs and couch and the fireplace had a fire in it. Jean looked over his shoulder at me from the couch. "Hey." He smiled. I smiled back and walked around the couch before sitting down next to him. "Hi." "You dont need to wear shoes in here, you know?" "I know." I said, "It's okay." It was quiet then Jean suddenly grabbed one of my Uggs, "Take off the Uggsss!" He yelled. I laughed. "Hey! Let go! I thought you said you didn't hate them!" Jean laughed. "I did! Take them off though!" He managed to pull off my right Ugg then he went for he left one. "Jean stttopppp!" "No way, man! Where are your fricking socks?!" "You told me to wear something comfortable! Socks aren't comfy to me unless they're fuzzy! And fuzzy socks with Uggs is just overkill!" Jean laughed. "These shoes are overkill alone!" He pulled off my left Ugg and tossed both shoes aside. "Aha! Two points for Jean the bomb!" I laughed more. "Hold the phone!" Jean yelled, grabbing my left foot, causing me to fall onto the couch on my back. "Oof! Jean!" Jean looked at the tattoo on my foot. "When did you get this shit? I thought you only had the wrist one." I smiled a bit. "Thomas gave me the foot one, basically, against my will." Jean nodded. "I meant to tell you I liked the wrist tattoo." He said, half smiling at me. "I think it's nice." I felt my face get hot and I nodded. That half smile always gets me. "Can you let go of my foot now?" Jean laughed. "Nevvaaarr!" I laughed. "Jean! Let go!" I struggled to try and pull my foot away but he gripped onto my ankle with both hands. I knew I was stronger. I just had to try harder. I stopped struggling then I yanked my leg away randomly with all my strength. That got Jean to let go. "Woah!" He yelled, "Wasnt expecting that!" I grinned. I decided that I didnt want to sit up so I remained lying on the couch. We were quiet for a bit when Jean said, "Marco...?" I looked at him. "Yeah?" Jean twisted his nose ring nervously, "Would you ever date anyone like me?" Oh come oonnn! Just ask me out if you want to date me! "Jean. I would, gladly, date someone EXACLTY like you." He turned pink. "Then... Could I ask you something?" I sat up. "Would you help me get Connie and Sasha together?" What? I raised an eyebrow. "Why?" "Because help me." I groaned. "Jeaann. 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." Jean groaned louder than I had before, "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." I raised an eyebrow. Really? "Do you really want to do that?" I said. "What? You dont think I could win?" I grabbed his arm and felt his bicep. "No. I dont think you can." He yanked his arm away, his face turning pink. I laughed.
"C'mon!" Jean said, sitting on the floor and putting his elbow on the coffee table. I sighed. "Fine." I went and sat down across from him and put my own elbow on the table, grabbing Jean's hand. "Call it." He said. I smirked. "Okay. One.. Two.. Go!" Jean put up a surprisingly good fight but I beat him in the end. Jean slammed his head on the table when he lost and I laughed, patting his shoulder across the table. "Thumb wrestling contest!" He said, lifting his head back up and holding his hand out to me. I smirked and grabbed his hand. "Ready." Jean said, "Set.. Go!" I immediately pinned his thumb down. He groaned, genuinely dissapointed in himself. "Fine! Rock paper scissors!" He exlclaimed. "Lizard Spock?" I asked. He laughed, "Sure! Go!" "Rock paper scissors lizard Spock!" We both yelled. He put down lizard and I put down rock, crushing his lizard. He groaned, "Best two out of three!" "Fine!" I exclaimed. "Rock paper scissors lizard Spock!" Jean put down Spock and I did scissors. So my scissors were smashed by Spock. "Yes! I won one thing!" I laughed. "Once more, Jean." "Shit." "Rock paper scissors lizard Spock!" I put rock and he put Spock again. My rock was vaporized. "Darn!" "Ahaa! I win! You have to help me!" "No way! I won three times! You one twice!" Jean groaned. "Dammit... You're right... Two more rounds?" I rolled my eyes and grinned, "Fine." "Rock paper scissors lizard Spock!" He put lizard and I put Spock. My Spock was poisoned. I pouted and Jean laughed loudly. "One more, Jean! Now we're tied!" "Right right!" "Rock paper scissors lizard Spock!" I put paper and Jean put scissors. I groaned as my paper was cut. "Noooooo!" Jean laughed. "Yess! You have to help!" I sighed, "Fine whatever. Congrats. You're the best, you idiot." It was quiet for a few moments. "So." Jean said. "Hm?" "Do you have any piercings?" I smirked a bit. Good oppourtunity to flirt a bit. "Maybe." I said. He grinned, "Oh really? Where?" I smirked more and shrugged, "You'll just have to find out." He turned pink. "Is that a come on?" I just shrugged, grinning a bit. I did have a few. I didn't necessarily want them. Thomas gave them to me. I had a bellybutton piercing and a nose piercing. But I never wore a ring in my nose. It never closed up, though. "Can I guess?" He asked me. I shrugged, grinning a bit wider and putting my elbow on the coffee table and resting my chin in my hand. "Stop shrugging and answer me!" He said, grinning. "Gimme a hint!" I chuckled. "Fine. I have two." Jean groaned. "Another hint! Are they on your face?" "One of them is." Jean made a face, turning pink and looking me over. I laughed. "I can tell that your ears aren't pierced. Why get something else on you face pierced when it's so obvious to get your ears pierced?" I shrugged again. He laughed, "Stop that!" "I'll give you another hint. Thomas gave me them." Jean thought for a moment. "Did you ever date Thomas?" I wrinkled my nose and Jean laughed. "I'll take that as a no... I'm gonna guess... Bellybutton." Wow. "What was your thought process." I asked him. I was curious. "Well. When you said that one was on your face, there were four obvious answers for your body so-" "Oh yeah? What were they?" I interrupted him. He turned pink and cleared his throat. "Anyways. So-" "No! Tell me!" I interrupted again. "I'm getting there!" He exclaimed. "So! When you said that Thomas did them, it didn't really narrow it down if you two had dated because that meant that your-ahem-vital regions were a possibility." I laughed and my face got hot. Jean turned dark pink. "Okay! I understand! You dont have to-" "Oh no, Marco! You said I have to!" He interrupted. "You dont have to-" "NIPPLES!" Jean suddenly yelled. I cracked up. "Stop!" He cracked up, too. After a few moments he said, "So it is your bellybutton, right?" I smiled at him. "Yeah. It is."
My phone started ringing with Mehgan Trainer again. Darn... I was feeling so happy. I frowned a bit and Jean stopped smiling when he saw my expression. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and realized that I had, like 30 messages, all pictures. I answered it. "C-Ciao, Mamma..." "Ciao, Marco." She said. "What's up?" "Did you see the pictures?" "I havent yet. 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." I went into the text chat with my mother and looked through a few of the pictures. They were all of the food they were making and the cake that they got which had Jamie's picture on it. I smiled a bit and I didnt feel so upset like I had before, for some reason. I put the phone to my ear again. "It looks like you guys are having a good time." "Oh yes, Marco! We are. How are you doing?" She asked me. "Better. You should have seen me earlier, though." "Yes I thought about how terrible I looked then I thought, 'Oh man. Marky must look even worse.' So that's why I didnt facetime you." I laughed a bit. "Good call." "So what are you doing to celebrate it?" I chuckled. "I'm just talking with Jean and trying to have a good time." She giggled, "How's Jean?" I looked at Jean and he was smirkingg at me. "He's doing fine." "Are you ever going to ask him out Marky?" I turned red, "Mother! I dont know." Jean laughed. "Did she ask you something about us being in a romantic relationship?" He asked me. I nodded. "Put me on speaker!" My mother yelled in my ear. "I want to talk to Jean!" I pulled the phone away as she yelled then I put her on spekaer and set the phone down on the table with a sigh. "There. You're on-" "Jean!" She yelled. Jean laughed. "Yes, ma'am?" He asked, coming around the coffee table and sitting next to me. "How are you? Is Marco being a handful?" Jean was grinning. I smirked. "I'm fine and no. He's not. I can take care of him." I rolled my eyes. "You can take care of him?" "Yes, ma'am." "Wow!" She exclaimed, "First guy he's met besides Thomas who can put up with him!" Jean laughed. I gasped. "That is not true, mother!" "I found out that your son had a bellybutton piercing." Jean said. I gasped. "What? He does? Marco?" She exclaimed. "Jean! I'm gonna beat you up!" I yelled at him. Jean cracked up. "When did you get that?! Marco?!" I sighed. "I got it my junior year of high school..." She gasped. "Marco!" "I'm sorry!" Jean was just laughing. He was so dead. "Marco. Why?" "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." I sighed softly. "Good." "Have a good night, mother." "You, too, Marky." "Ti amo." I said. "Ti amo!" Then I hung up and looked at Jean. He laughed. "Now. Before you-" I tackled him and he made a loud sound. "Get off!" He yelled, struggling. I managed to straddle him and I grabbed his wrists. "Gotcha!" I yelled. He was a dark pink color. My face got hot as I realized what I was doing... Jean was below me, unable to move... Could I do it? I studied his face. He was so cute. I heard him gulp and I leaned down to kiss him. He looked at me and was starting to lean up as much as hd could when the door to the commons building crashed open, scaring the Hell out of me. "Oh my GOD!" I yelled, jumping. Jean yelped. Sasha's head poked above the couch. She turned red. "WHAT? What?! Whaaat?!" "What?" Connie said, then he walked over to Sasha. He turned red, too. "HOLY SHIT! IS THIS HAPPENING?!" I stood, extremely embarrassed. "No-! Yes-! I don't know! What?" Jean fumbled to get up, as well. "Are you telling me that you still aren't dating?" Sasha exclaimed, holding the sides of her head and screaming. "What about you two?" I yelled above Sasha's screaming. She went silent and both her and Connie stared at me. "Yeah." Jean said, clearing his throat and crossing his arms, "What about you guys? You should be going out." They both turned red then Connie said, "We are." It was quiet. "Wait what?" I asked. "We've been dating since the middle of Thanksgiving Break." Connie answered. Well that backfired. I sighed. But I was not expecting the reaction that Jean gave after Connie said this. Jean literally screamed and I jumped. "Why the fuck didnt you tell me?!" He yelled, stomping around the couch towards Connie. Connie ram around the opposite side of the couch. "Dude! I was gonna! I just needed some time!" Them they started doing a sort of cat and mouse thing around the couch. "Oh FUCK off! I've been waiting for a while!" Jean yelled. "Dude you still probably wont do it! It doesnt matter!" "Imuna friggin kill you you sonuvabitch!" I grabbed Jean, picking him up. "Calm down!" I exclaimed.
Jean struggled and flailed in my grasp. Sasha had this "what is happening" expression on her face. I agreed with that face. Connie started catching his breath then he made his way back to Sasha. "Stoppit, Jean! Seriously!" I yelled at him. He stopped at that, panting. "What is wrong with you?" "Nothing!" He yelled, "It's Connie's fault!" Connie put his hands up in defense. "What is it?" I said. "Nothing! Just lemme down." I let him down cautiously. He gave Connie this look then went to the coat rack, pulling his jacket on. I grabbed my phone, shoving in my pocket. "I'm sorry." I said to Connie. Connie laughed, "You act like I havent known Jean for years. I should be apologizing to you!" I smiled and went over to the coat rack, grabbing and putting my own jacket on, zipping it up and wrapping my scarf around me. Then I went back and pulled on my Uggs. Jean already had everything on but he was waiting for me. I pulled on my gloves. Jean opened the door and basically stomped out. I rolled my eyes and walked out behind him, closing the door. "Jean. What was that about?" I said, coming up next to him. "Nothing!" He exclaimed. I grabbed his hand and he stopped walking, looking at me. I was actually really worried. "Jean..." He sighed, studying my face and eyes. "Look. You wont be mad, right?" I shook my head. "So.. 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!" I sighed. Idiot. "Jeaann... You're dumb..." "I know, Marco..." We were quiet. "Well now you can ask that person, right..?" I asked. He turned pinker than he already was from the cold and nodded. He sighed and looked at me. "Marco..." "Yeah?" He was quiet for a few moments. Then he put the hand that wasn't being held by mine, on my shoulder. "Are we gonna dance?" I asked, putting my free hand on Jean's waist and smiling. He laughed. "Sure!" So I started swaying with him. He grinned then let me go after a few moments. We headed back to the dorm building and I wondered about who that person Jean had to ask that question to was...