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"And when you left, you kissed my lips

you told me you would never, never forget

These images."

I sat up in my bed thinking about what Jean had just said. I know, i should't be mulling over such a stupid silly thing. He was drunk, it meant nothing; or did it? "Shut up Marco" a voice in my head screamed, and they are right. I'm over analyzing things again. I should just go to bed..i really actually should classes start bright and early tomorrow. No matter how hard i tried though..i couldn't. Shimmying down so i was snuggled into my bed i pulled the duvet up to my nose, closing my eyes. I had a feeling would be seeing jean more often then i thought. Eventually sleep found it's way and kissed my body into a deep, warm slumber.

I swear it only felt like not even five minutes before my alarm was screaming avenged sevenfold in my ear to wake up. Groaning i fumbled with the phone to dismiss the alarm. Why did i pick something i liked that was so loud? It will become so obnoxious and ill hate the song after. i sat up as i ran my fingers through the massive mane of bed head. This was going to be hell to tame, it stuck up in every direction known to man. The humid, wet weather withered the amount of caring i had today; so i settled on a baggy band shirt and a pair of old sweatpants. I was very thankful that the rain ceased long enough for me to shuffle my groggy rear to sustainable eating class. Trudging into the classroom i caught sight of a familiar face at the front of the class; Jean. The poor thing looked so hungover. Standing like an oaf in the middle of the doorway i contemplated on sitting next to him. Before Ymir could shove me through the door, i kept my head down and took the lab bench in the back corner. Jean took his normal seat, slumping over the oak desk with his head on his arms as i heard him grumble something. It was inaudible all the way back here so i shrugged it off as something that had referred to the copious amount of alcohol he guzzled the night prior.

Class seemed to drag on forever, i wasn't overly sure if it was the anticipation to see if he would make eye contact let alone say something, or the long night of obsessing over something that was completely moot. I jot down all the notes on the board quickly, glancing over them to make sure i had everything of importance before she erased the whiteboard to make more room for what else she was about to lecture on. He managed to lift his head up off the desk a few feet, i give him props on that. Looks like i will be sharing notes later, for he hadn't even taken out paper and a pencil for christ sake. In good conscious i could not let a fellow student i've hand contact with fail. Bah.. my sister was right, i am too much of a nice guy. When the teacher dismissed class, i gathered my things and started to leave as i felt a tug on my pant leg. Curious and generally startled by this i turned around to see Jeans bony hand in a near death grip on my trousers.

"Yo…thanks for last night." he slurred in a mumble, looking up at me as he squinted. "At least i hope i got the right person."

My heart thumped in my chest for a moment. "Yeah you do," i responded "It was no big deal, don't worry about it. You gotta look out for each other." That was probably the most stupid answer i had ever given. Looking down, he seemed like a hungover puppy, it was cute. He just shrugged and nodded, he seemed like he needed help sobering up..

"Hey.. if you want we can head back to the dorm and i can make you a copy of the notes from todays lecture..?" i could feel my palms start to sweat at the offer.

"That would actually.. be great thanks." he replied as he got up, grunting.

I, Marco Ethan Bodt, never thought that he would ever agree to coming back to my dorm. On the outside i was luckily able to keep cool, but on the inside i was like a bottle of shook up soda about to burst as soon as you twisted the cap. I had to walk slow, for he was using all his concentration to keep himself upright and follow me to the dorms across campus. Fumbling for my keys and key card in my pocket i finally settled on giving the sensor a gentle hip check as i grabbed the door, holding it open for him.

"Thanks," he mumbled as he shuffled in, heading over to the elevator. "Can we maybe take this? I don't want to eat shit using the stairs." He seemed exhausted, i felt bad for him. Not in the 'i pity you can drink that much and not get in trouble in class the next day all while being slightly still intoxicated and hungover' way but more along the lines of i wish i could cuddle you till you felt better kind of way. That's not weird right?

"Oh yeah that's fine. I'm kinda feeling like it's an elevator type of day. I've done enough walking and climbing today." i mused to make him feel a bit more at ease, hitting the up button and waiting for the subtle 'ding' to break the awkward silence that filled our personal bubbles. Alas the time had come as i shuffled in after him, hitting the third floor button and then door close. Here we go Marco, you can do it. Break the silence.

"I don't think i've ever seen someone down as much alcohol and keep it down nonetheless, like you have." Hope i didn't kill the mood or stir trouble, i honestly had no idea what to say. the weather was out of the question, i would look like a complete and udder fool asking that while we were in a man made pulley box. A small smirk pulled at his lips as he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, i get that a lot. I'm not a light weight at least, it takes a lot to get me totally trashed. It's all in building endurance." he replied as the elevator door binged and the doors opened. Walking out, we headed back to my dorm to study. Though a part of me was longing for possibly just a little bit more than that. I don't know why.. but i found this boy just suddenly, extremely interesting. We studied a few hours, i copied some diagrams down on his copy of the notes to explain things better for him to understand. It wasn't just about science though, it was about video games, our families, i learned he was an only child and his father worked a lot. His mother used to be a school teacher and they ended up getting divorced when he was ten. They were on slight good terms now, but nothing like the friendship they had years ago. He was glad they could all co-exist nicely.

I told him that i had two little sisters, Margot and Noelle. My dad died when i was fairly young, when both of the girls were only two or three. How close our family ways and how i loved them all so much. My mother had the best cooking and was complete sweetheart. I grabbed him a water as the rest of the alcohol sweat from his body, causing him to smell horribly of beer. He smiled a little more, relieve possibly that he had a newfound friend. I knew i was. When the clock eventually hit six, i realized that about 6 hours had passed since we first entered my dorm. time flew by like a bullet.

"I'll see ya later Marco." he waved his hand in some odd fashion. My guess is that it was one of those new wannabe gangster signs. "Thanks for the notes.

"No problem" i smiled, leaning back in the beanbag chair. "Feel free to stop by anytime," i added, trying not to sound desperate. And with a slight smirk and turn of his head he was gone, and so was my mind.