AN- I have no idea where I'm going with this… I'll figure something out. Also! Thank you for those that reviewed, I really appreciate it :D There is like a severe lack of JeanMarco on this site. Sorry this is so short, and that I haven't updated in a few weeks. School has been getting crazy. Rating is going to change for the next chapter :)

"I-I'm sor-" Jean stuttered, standing up and bringing his hands up for defense. His heart was racing and all he could hear was his blood rushing in his ears. He just wanted the world to swallow him up and let him fall into an endless abyss. The teen would much rather feel that horrible knot in his stomach than the embarrassment and fear of losing a friend that he felt so deeply connected to.

Lost in his own thought, the blonde couldn't hear what Marco had to say. He could see the other's lips moving, but the words were just not registering. A cold sweat came over his body. 'What if he hates me forever now? Way to screw up another thing that makes me happy.' Jean could feel tears biting at his eyes, threatening to pour out without consent.

Marco gripped Jean's wrist, slowly pulling him onto the bed again. The blonde began to fill with fear. He didn't want to know what his friend had to say to him; he didn't want to hear how he was going to be hated by strangely the most important person (to him) in the world. Jean closed his eyes, preparing for the worst. But what came? A pair of soft lips pressed against his, not once, nor twice, but multiple times. He opened his eyes in surprise and saw a pair of half-lidded brown orbs gazing lovingly into his own. Warmth overcame him, slaying the black demon within him.

The blonde had not noticed it earlier, but his previously shaking body was now calmed. Marco had pulled an inch away, smiling like an idiot. But if Jean had to call it anything, he would call it cute.

"What?" The amber-eyed teen asked.

"The Jean that remembers me would hate me for saying this, but…I think I like the Jean that doesn't remember me better." The raven-haired boy touched Jean's left wrist, gently looping his fingers around it and guiding Jean's hand to his face. Marco brought his lips to kiss his palm, not at all minding the slight sweat that had been there, and smiled into his friend's hand. He moved the blonde's hand to caress his own cheek. Jean complied and cupped Marco's cheek, brushing his thumb over the freckles that he found immensely adorable. "I've actually had the hugest crush on you ever since we first met…" The freckle-faced teen leaned into the touch, his eyes saddening a little. "But I valued our friendship more than my own selfish needs. I didn't want things to get weird between us if I told you and you didn't feel the same way."

Jean's eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth was slightly agape, and he was completely at a loss for words. He heard every word his friend had said, but none of it really registered. Though when it did, he was stuttering incoherent words and blushing madly. Jean's heart was racing again, but in a nice way and he couldn't seem to look at Marco in the face. The blonde wanted to withdraw his hand from Marco's cheek to cover his embarrassment, but the other's hand had been holding his own in place. He looked to his friend, seeing the most beautiful person he ever laid eyes on.

Jean never realized how attractive Marco really was until that very moment. The latter's lips were soft, well-shaped, almost always curved in a small smile, and were a really light shade of pink. His cheeks were adorned with the cutest freckles that suited him a lot. They weren't ugly and instead of being a blemish upon Marco's features, they enhanced them. His eyes were the deepest color of brown and were filled with mystery and wonder, but they had nothing to hide. They were open books that Jean wouldn't mind reading for the rest of his life. Jean could go on and on about how perfect Marco was, but that could take years maybe even decades.

"I can't believe I never laid a hand on you in that way." Jean sighed. He was so comfortable with sitting next to Marco. The raven-haired teen smiled.

"Think about how I feel. I've been holding back for three years." Marco chuckled softly, looking into the blonde's eyes. The freckle-faced teen smiled, as he leaned in to steal another kiss, slowly closing the space between the two. Jean leaned in a little, and just as their lips almost touched, the front door opened and was slammed shut. They pulled away from each other, their hearts beating and their faces flush.

"Jean, I'm home! Why wasn't the front door locked?" Jean's mom called out from the dining room, putting her bags on the dining table as she looked through some junk mail.

"Ma-" Jean tried, his voice cracking before he could even say the first word of his sentence. His friend snickered, mocking Jean for his voice cracking. It wasn't his fault though, he was still going through puberty. The amber-eyed teen pouted as he cleared his throat. "Marco just came over. It's okay if he sleeps here, right?"

"He's here?" Mrs. Kirschtein walked to his room door and leaned against the threshold. "Hey, Marco." She smiled, crossing her arms.

"Hello, Mrs. Kirschtein. How are you?"

"Good, thank you for asking. You can always sleep over in my house, just remember to tell your mom."

"I know… but it seems Jean over here doesn't." Marco laughed, patting Jean on the shoulder. Said teen frowned at his friend's teasing.

'He's slept in my room before?' Feels slightly giddy and wants to remember all those days, but can't. 'I'm such a schoolgirl.' He sighed, looking at the raven-haired teen and back down at his hand. 'At least now...I feel complete.' Jean looked up to see that Marco was still conversing with his mom. In an odd, but not uncomfortable way, he felt slightly left out. Still, he didn't care because he was sitting next to someone important to him.

"Well, have fun, you two." She left patted the doorframe and grabbed the doorknob, pulling it closed. The blonde reached over to touch Marco on the shoulder, letting his hand rest there for a second, then slid it down the length of his arm to intertwine his fingers with Marco's. The freckle-faced teen looked to Jean confused and gave him a questioning look.

"I feel whole when you're with me." The blonde looked elsewhere, embarrassed to look at his companion in the eye.

"I like you, Jean." Marco replied, giving Jean a reassuring hand squeeze. The amber-eyed teen blushed, shyly looking at the other.

"Idiot…"

"I like you a lot."

"I think I like you, too." Jean muttered. The freckle-faced teen beamed with happiness, smiling widely. The blonde felt as though he were going crazy. He looked down at their intertwined fingers and lifted their hands up. He observed that small freckles were speckled on his hand as well. The amber-eyed boy brought his lips down to kiss each of Marco's knuckles. Jean dropped their hands back down at their sides, smiling at his raven-haired companion. The latter smiled back, and they sat in comfortable silence.

It was nice for them to sit and watch TV together without a care in the world.

AN-Just a heads up, porn in the next chapter. You've been pre-warned. Happy tidings :)