AN- Woop, Chapter 5. Enjoy~ And thank you to the kind guest that left a review for me. You already know the Warnings and Disclaimer by now.

"Marco?" Jean looked at the said person in awe. He had not been expecting Marco to appear at his door at all. So many possibilities came to mind: a salesperson, a deliveryman, a neighbor welcoming him back, everything, but just not Marco. Confusion and a different kind of tightness filled the blonde's chest.

"Jean!" Marco exclaimed breathlessly. The rain-haired teen's face was adorned with a bright smile, obviously happy to see the other in front of him. Eyes still wide in surprise, Jean slammed the door shut and leaned against it, breathing hard. He was so confused, it was like being a fish thrown onto dry land and all he could do was keep gaping at what he had just seen. The blonde had no clue what was going on, or what he was feeling. That tight feeling in his chest was actually nice, in a weird way. The amber-eyed teen was simply lost. "Open the door, Jean!" All he knew was that the person or image that had been causing him to feel all of those things was outside his house, lightly banging against the door.

It was impressive that Marco could do something that was meant to be aggressive so gently, but still have the same emotions behind it; urgency, anticipation, wonder, hope.

"Go away. You're not really there." Jean wanted to scream, he wanted to make the person at his door leave, but all he could manage was a weak voice that was only barely heard by the other. 'I must be crazy. Do I miss him so much that I'm hallucinating?'

"It's me! Open the door, please?" Marco pleaded, his voice almost convincing Jean to just open the door and let him in. But then he remembered what happened earlier that day, no less than three hours ago.

"Well, if it really is you, why didn't you answer my phone call earlier? You just sent it straight to voicemail." A familiar feeling of anger filled Jean's being. He clenched jaw, keeping his hand balled up in a tight fist at his side.

"What?" The light banging against the door stopped, the feeling of it on the blonde's back disappeared and a sense of dread washed over him. Had Marco left? Did he just get tired and give up? Questions similar to that had filled Jean's head and made him regret even asking the question. The blonde felt immediate relief when he heard the other's voice again. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It has everything to do with anything." Anger no longer consumed him, rather it was wonder and curiosity that made him want to know the answer.

"I was at work, you kn-er...actually you don't know that." Marco's voice faded, and it was well-known that he had already forgotten about Jean's "condition".

'Oh god, now I feel like a complete idiot.' The blonde felt his face become unbearably hot, making the teen bring his hand up to hide his face with his hand. 'I can't remember anything about him, yet I'm losing my shit because he didn't, or more like couldn't answer my phone call.' It was nice; he felt relieved and he no longer had a tight, soul-crushing feeling in his chest. Even though Jean was sure that his hand was warm, it felt as though it was at least ten degrees cooler than his face. A goofy smile came across his face as he relished in the fact that he wasn't being ignored. After what had seemed to be a lifetime, Jean turned around and opened the door. Although the blonde knew Marco was outside waiting for him to open the door, he was still a little surprised to see that the freckle-faced teen was indeed there.

"Get in." Jean muttered, keeping the best uncaring look on his face. Marco gladly obliged, smiling brightly as he stepped into the Kirschstein residence. The taller laughed lightly.

"You never really were good at expressing your emotions." Jean heard the other whisper to himself, but chose to dismiss it, taking no real offense to it. He was already getting tired of keeping up his little act when all he really wanted was to have a nice conversation with Marco and maybe laugh a little. Things like that. "Do you mind if I grab a glass of water?"

"Knock yourself out." Jean said as he shrugged and actually looked at Marco. The blonde leaned against the dining table as the other went into the kitchen to grab a cup of water. Sweat shined in the kitchen light as it rolled down Marco's face, passing over his freckles. The raven-haired male grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, bringing it up to wipe his face as he opened a cupboard with all the chinaware. Jean couldn't help notice that it was as if Marco knew exactly where everything was. But he also couldn't help himself from taking a good long look at the other's well toned abs, his fingers twitching as if wanting to reach out and grab the taller teen. Jean shook his head, ignoring what just happened. By then, Marco already had a cup filled with water and he was sipping at it slowly. After downing all of the water, the freckle-faced teen sighed in relief that he was able to quench his thirst.

"Why are you even so sweaty?"

"Ah, when you called I couldn't answer since I was at work, as you know. Then when I got off work an hour and a half later I tried calling you back like three times, but you didn't answer." Jean glanced at his phone behind him, feeling a little guilty that he flipped out because Marco had not answered one phone call, but he himself had not answered at least one out of three of them. "So I went to the hospital to go visit, but when I asked where you were (because you weren't in the room I last saw you in) they told me you had already checked out. So I took a bus that and the closest it would drop me off at was down the hill and I kind of justran all the way up here. I really wanted to see you." Jean grinned as little as he could. 'You're not the only one.'

"I'm here." Jean gesticulated to himself, making the other snicker.

"What a Jean thing to say." Marco said, laughing more and holding his sides. His giggling was music to Jean's ears. It was gentle and soft, but filled with depth and meaning. It made him want to join in on all the fun. The taller teen's laughter had ceased after a while and he cleared his throat, a smile on his face.

"Wanna watch TV?" Jean asked after a short moment of silence.

"It's getting kind of late. I was only pla-" Marco said as he looked at the clock on the wall.

"Why don't you just stay over?" Jean's brows furrowed as a dull pain pressed against his brain.

"Why don't you just stay over? It's late, and I'm sure your parents won't mind." Jean smiled at Marco.

"I guess you're right..." Marco smiled back. Jean grabbed the Marco's arm, pulling him inside the one-story house.

"Hm~ oddly enough, you've said that to me before. More than once, actually." Jean whimpered as he touched his forehead. 'Am I starting to remember Marco again?' The blonde was lost in his thoughts. "Are you okay with that?"

"Huh?" Thinking that Marco was talking about him remembering his friend again he replied with, "of course." But then he realized it wasn't possible that the other could possibly know what he was thinking.

"I'm glad it doesn't matter that I'm basically a stranger to you." The raven-haired teen grinned, showing how pleased he was with Jean's answer. In a silent agreement, they made their way to his room and sat down on the bed the amber-eyed male was previously sitting on. The slightly shorter of the two flipped through the channels, finding something that deep down inside he knew Marco would enjoy watching and judging by the small quirk of the other's lips he was right. He placed the remote off to the side, leaving it there, forgotten.

It was comfortable and they sat in mutual silence, the TV being the only sound that could be heard in the house.

Sometime later, Jean had started to notice the quick glances he kept on getting from Marco. It was nothing at first, but it had slowly started to become more frequent. Confused, the blonde turned his head to look at the raven-haired teen that just so happened to be at the same time the dark-haired teen glanced at him. The taller looked away, ignoring the fact that they clearly made eye contact. After that, Marco had not stolen a peek at Jean. It confused Jean even further, making him feel extremely awkward and suddenly the proximity of their bodies made him uneasy. He shifted in his place on the bed and turned to look at his freckle-faced friend, deciding it would be best to make conversation before he felt any more awkward.

"Hey, Marco."

"Hm?" This time Marco actually turned his upper body to look at Jean, almost immediately warding away any uncomfortable feelings Jean had earlier. The blonde cleared his throat as he got ready to say whatever and looked off to the side.

"To be honest… I really missed you. I don't know how I can miss someone I don't even know, but I kept thinking about you and you always crossed my mind. At first it was a little annoying-actually maybe even very annoying-but the more I thought about you, the more I found the thought of you harder to resist." With that last thought, Jean looked back to see Marco's face. What the blonde saw was unexpected.

"I-uh-" His friend was blushing a deep crimson red, rubbing the back of his neck. His freckle-faced friend was at a loss for words. His raven-haired friend was averting his eyes, unable to keep eye contact. His beautiful friendwas right there in front of him and he felt whole again. The emptiness in his chest was filled and he was complete with his friend sitting there next to him.

It was as if Jean had lost control over his body and everything he did was just out of instinct.

The blonde brought his hand up to the other's face, caressing Marco's cheek to make the other look at him. Chocolate brown eyes met amber ones; they gazed into each other, reading one another's soul. Jean leaned in while tilting his head, and before either knew what was going on, their lips met. They matched together perfectly, fitting so well that it was just meant to be. The blonde's lips curved around the dark-haired teen's bottom lip and the latter's curved around the former's top lip. The kiss sent electric shocks through the Jean's body, making him shiver from the foreign sensation. It was long and warm, but chaste. It felt so right to the amber-eyed teen and he wanted more, but just as soon as the kiss started it ended. The blonde pulled back, eyes wide and blushing from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

AN- Hope you liked that kiss scene. Thanks for reading.