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Hey again~ I did (i think) say i was going to update faster so here it is! :) I hope you enjoy!
please tell me if Jean's fine! I promise I'll make him better!
Btw I might not be able to write much chapter in a while again...
some family things happened and..
;-; yeah...
I'll just uh, ...
Sorry for failing on Mikasa too...I just...;-; BREAD DAMMIT. BREAD IS MY REPLY. ;-;
Kurogami: Hello! there's no problem in me liking the idea! :) And its not stupid! D:I liked it a lot! really!
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-(Jean the horse whisperer)-
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Groaning loudly in exhaustion, Jean ran into his room and flung himself on his bed, Marco, his best friend, slowly following from behind.
It was just the first day of school and he was already fucking exhausted.
The only worthwhile subject was Speech and Relationships, since he was able to show off in front of Mikasa, and Eren completely embarrassed himself. (HA BEAT THE FUCKING THAT JAEGER. HA)
Still, he had to admit, he kind of chickened out when she stared at him for about, five minutes, and he didn't even know why she was doing that. Maybe she was...observing his facial features? His cheeks flushed a bit.
No.
NO CHEEKS NO.
DON'T YOU DARE TURN RED ON ME NOW.
IF MARCO SEES THIS HE'LL TEASE ME ABOUT IT ALL DAY.
OR EVEN WORSE
HE'LL FUCKING TELL MIKASA I LIKE HER.
WAIT NO
HE'S FRECKLED JESUS. THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL HE'D DO THAT.
STILL, BLUSHING IS NOT MANLY.
CHEEKS STOP TURNING RED DAMMIT.
He quickly covered his face with his hands, feigning a series of coughs.
Marco looked at him, concern lining his features. "You, okay, Jean? You're coughing hard and your face is all red."
Waving his hand in dismissal once his 'coughing spree' was over, he walked over to his set of video games. "Yeah man, I'm good. Just choked on my saliva." He grabbed one of the gaming consoles, motioning for Marco to sit down beside him. "So, Call of Duty? Counter Strike? Or extremely low quality but fun as shit old games?"
Marco smiled, raising a brow thoughtfully. "Extremely low quality but fun as poop old games? Sounds good." He sat down beside him, grabbing a controller.
Jean grinned and grabbed the other controller, stuffing the console inside the cartridge.
The monitor blinked for a moment and an extremely high definition game was started.
Cue the dramatic technical music...
Pacman!
He laughed mentally at his own sarcasm.
"So listen, Marco, I'm player one, you're player two. Eat the ghosts when you eat the power berry."
Marco stayed silent and nodded, his face still bright and smiling as always.
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Holy shit he's good.
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H-How does he even do that?!
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My fucking Pacman keeps dying!
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It's like all of the fucking ghosts are chasing me! Not him!
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What the hell?!
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How did he eat the damn ghost without a power berry!
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Fuck this shit.
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Damn it. I know I'm an excellent player. I know it.
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T-this game is cheating.
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Having enough of Pacman and infuriated that he had a talent for dying every few seconds he respawned (which was about a thousand times, he should be credited in the Guiness World records), he dropped the controller onto the floor and decided to watch Marco cheerfully violate the ghosts.
"How are you even good at this?" He complained, as his freckled best friend won another level.
Marco wasn't always this good in gaming, if he could remember.
He shrugged.
Maybe Marco played this game a lot when he was young.
The whole screen suddenly blacked out, revealing large words that said, 'You win.'
"Yes!" Marco cheered, raising his arms in the air happily. He laughed. "This was my first time playing this, Jean! I feel so lucky!"
Jean literally cracked.
"You were really good in playing too! I mean, you're score's so high! 10,000! Wow!" Marco cheered, dropping the controller, it's fall making a hard thump on the floor.
Jean cracked even more.
His mere 10,000 couldn't even compare to Marco's 999,999,999!
Why in the fucking fuckers of the fucks was Marco so impressed?!
His Iphone started to buzz, loudly playing a dubstep of a horse neighing.
"Neigh- nuh- neighah- oh, oh, oh, mooooo! Neighaaaaaaaa Neighaooooooo nieghahahah~ Neigh NUH neigh neigh-"
He immediately knew who the culprit was.
Connie.
Fucking.
Springer.
(Kirchstein- 0 Springer- 1)
"Neigh- nuh- neighah- oh, oh, oh, mooooo! Neighaaaaaaaa Neighaooooooo nieghahahah~ Neigh NUH neigh neigh-"
Pissed off, he snagged the neighing phone out of his pocket and answered it.
"Did you like the ring tone personally made by yours truly?" Connie asked, trying to imitate an Italian accent for the reason of god knows why.
By the tone of his fucking irritating voice, Jean could tell he was grinning. He could also hear Sasha snickering in the background. Those two were damn partners in crime all right.
They should just hurry up, get married, and have some fucking kids or something.
He cringed, dismissing his previous thought. There was no way in hell he could survive with a ton of those two's copies bugging him.
"What the hell, Springer?!" He yelled at the phone, making Connie yell back.
"OW. Are you trying to destroy my fucking eardrums?! OW. Shit."
Jean smirked. "Yeah. You deserved it."
"No I didn't! I really liked my masterpiece! It fits you so well-"
He rolled his eyes, suddenly smirking again when he thought of an idea. "Why not I make a dubstep of the Avatar! It will fit you so fucking well."
Marco laughed in the sidelines.
Connie gulped.
Jean grinned.
This was his victory.
"Sure! Connie'd love that!" Sasha said in the line, stealing the Avatar's phone and earning a 'H-hey No!' from him.
Jean grinned again. "Aww, you two love birds are so sweet.." He teased in a girlish, sappy tone.
Two loud gasps could be heard.
"Uh, hey, look! Chhhhhhch. The signal's weakening! Chhhhhhhchhch. Oh no! Chchhhchchhc. I think we have to hang up! Chhhhchchhchch. Byeeee..."
"Bye, love birds! Don't do naughty stuff yet~" Before they could protest, he quickly hung up, smiling evilly.
(Kirchstein- 1 Springer- 1)
Surprisingly, the moment he placed his phone back in his pocket, it suddenly rang again, neighing loudly at him.
"Neigh- nuh- neighah- oh, oh, oh, mooooo! Neighaaaaaaaa Neighaooooooo nieghahahah~ Neigh NUH neigh neigh-"
He flinched and took it again, looking at who the caller was before answering.
He blushed.
Mikasa Ackerman.
He quickly tapped answer.
"Uh, h-hello? Mikasa? It's nice to see you."
Holy shit he was a wuss when it came to her.
He could almost punch himself.
A long silence could be heard before she spoke. "Do you," he heard a hesitant sigh. "want to go some where with me?"
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Dead?
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A dinner, alone, with her?
"Hello? Are you there?" Mikasa inquired, snapping him out of his daze.
"Yeah, Sure I'll go. To where?"
"...McDonalds. Go to the Jaeger's when you're ready. Everyone's waiting."
Oh. Not alone...
Then she hung up, leaving him a blushing mess.
This school year's start was so. damn. good.
He didn't care if the others were going. At least Mikasa would be there and he would/might have a chance.
Marco's phone suddenly rang, startling the hell out of him.
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"Oh, yup! I'll be there too! Thanks!" Marco chirped, quickly hanging up and looking at him. "Uh, I think I have to leave now, gotta go to the Jaeger's. To the McDonalds. You were invited, right? I think, by Mikasa?" He quickly said, facing away from him and leaving through the door. "See you there!"
Was it just him, or did Marco just seem kinda...off.
Come to think of it, he looked paler than a while ago...
Maybe it was just him.
He made a mental note to ask his best friend about that later.
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Holding back an excited sigh, he stopped at the Jaeger's door.
Sure, he didn't like Eren much, and he didn't even know why, he just hated that guy's guts...and also the fact that he kept sticking close to Mikasa.
But maybe, just maybe, for Mikasa's sake, he would try to get along with him today.
He knocked on the door lightly and stepped back, only to bump into someone.
Jean instantly felt pissed off as hell.
"WHAT THE FUCK, JEAN?!"
"WHAT THE FUCK, EREN?!"
The door opened, revealing Mikasa. "Oh, Eren, you're back...~"
The two looked at each other, then looked at her.
"WHAT THE FUCK, MIKASA?!" Eren yelled, grabbing him by the collar. Jean did the same, and the two were soon strangling each other.
Mikasa didn't budge. "Eren, I invited Jean so you two can get along. Now, get along." Her silver eyes turned threateningly dark, making the two shiver. "This is good for you, Eren." Her eyes flared again. "Unless you want me to..."
Eren and Jean released their grasp of each other at the same time, the two both sighing.
"Yeah, sure, fine. I don't want the shit to be beaten out of me again." He shuddered. "And the baby food. Shit." He made a crumply-and-disgusting-as-hell face. "That shit tasted like shit. Or even wors-"
"The cafeteria was selling one whole box for a dollar. How could I not resist?" Mikasa interrupted, her face turning slightly red. "...and that was a joke..."
Jean was starting to get horrified at Eren's expression. "Dude, your face. You're starting to look even worse than Daz. You look...ghhhg."
Eren scowled. "Shut up, Horse face, my face's like this because what I fucking experienced this afternoon was so...' His face crumpled even more, until it was unrecognizable.
"Ew. Dude, how can you even do that?!"
"I said shut up."
"Eren. Stop." Mikasa ordered coldly, grabbing the said teen's crumpling face and dragging him into the house with it.
"OW MIKASA MY NECK OW."
"Punishment for embarrassing me."
"What?! So you're trying to kill me for embarrassing you?!"
"...It's a joke."
Jean choked down a laugh.
Oh, Eren was gonna get it.
He was so gonna get it-
"Jean," Mikasa's voice was loud, clear, and damn scary. "You get in too. If you don't, flies might enter and..."
With a loud yelp and a nod, he ran into the house obediently.
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"I wanna order ten large burgers, ten servings of fries, and a LARGE SUNDAE. I REALLY WANT TO." Sasha yelled, her face overcome with intense hunger. She turned to Jean, who was entering the living room quietly, looking for Marco. "Hey Jean! Why the long face?." She giggled, amused by her own pun.
"Hey Katara? How many children with the Avatar?" Jean teased back, pleased with himself when he saw her reaction was what he had expected. Sasha's face was flustered beyond compare, and she grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at him.
"N-No!"
Ymir grinned teasingly at Sasha, taking her arm off Krista for a moment. "Well, lookie here, another lovely couple! And with the baldy of the class. I'll have to say, Sasha, I'm impressed!"
Sasha turned even redder. "Shut up! I'm not with him at all!" she hugged a pillow. "At least...not yet, that is..."
Krista frowned concernedly. "But why won't you confess, Sasha? I don't like it that you hurt yourself...him being oblivious and all...you've liked him for almost three years now! It must hurt a lot..."
Jean continued standing there, listening to the girls' conversation. It was surprising that none of them actually cared that a guy was standing right in front of them, while they were having girl talk.
Ymir's eyes turned all heart-like (which creeped the hell out of Jean, as that was not fucking possible) and she hugged the poor blonde. "AWWWW! That's my angel! This is why I love her so much!"
No offense to Ymir, but Jean thought she was kinda fuckin' creepy.
How possessive she was towards Krista; and her lack of personal space.
Not one bit girly.
She was manlier than him, if he was forced to admit it.
Sasha's eyes glinted. "Yeah, Krista here's really an angel! She u-understands me!"
Jean rolled his eyes. Girl talk was amazingly interesting and boring at the same time.
Deciding he had quite enough of eavesdropping, as the subject about Connie was finished and they were just being sappy and sympathizing with each other, he exited the living room in search for Marco.
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"Marco?" Connie asked, chugging down a glass of soft drink. "I think he said he was just gonna meet us in McDonalds."
"Oh." Jean muttered disappointedly. "Okay."
"Cheer up, man! I even gave you a specially created ring tone! Now it sounds like you!" He grinned, taking another sip of his soft drink.
Jean scoffed. "Yeah. I love being neighed on every single fucking time my phone rings." He replied sarcastically.
Connie choked on his soft drink, imagining something that only he and some mind reader like maybe Jean Gray from X-Men knew, and started laughing manically.
Jean snorted, making Connie laugh even harder that he was starting to cry.
"OH MY FUGLING GOD YOU SOUND LIKE A SNORTING HORSE. THIS IS SO COOL."
"Pfft."
(Kirchstein- 1 Springer- 2)
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"So, what do you guys want?" Mikasa asked, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from her pocket. "Eren first."
"Just a Big Mac and fries." he replied, massaging the back of his neck. "Damn, Mikasa, thanks to you, I think I have a stiff neck."
Ignoring Eren's statement and scribbling stuff on her paper, Mikasa turned to Armin. "You?"
"...Just fries? I can't eat much, since I just got...diarrhea...?" He rubbed his stomach, smiling frightfully at her.
Jean raised a brow. Just what happened to Armin?
"Okay. All done. You all will have the same meal as Eren's." She swiftly turned back and walked to the cashier, before anyone could protest.
"W-wait, what? So we'll all be having the same thing?!" Sasha complained, looking at Eren with betrayal written all over her face. "Why didn't you order ten of those burgers, ten servings of fries, and a large fudge sundae!?"
"Only you can eat that much, Sasha! And I didn't know Mikasa'd do that!"
Her amber eyes drooped, looking down on the ground. "Well, you could always just give me all your left overs..."
Eren groaned and banged his head on the table. "UUUGGGGH. MIKASA. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN THINKING."
"I'm okay with it." Jean mumbled.
"Yeah, me too I guess." Marco added cheerfully.
He eyed Marco worriedly. He still looked paler than the usual. Did something happen? Was he sick?
"I like Big Macs!" Krista noted, smiling cheerfully along with Marco. Ymir grinned.
"Well, if my angel's okay with it, then I guess I'm good too."
Everyone looked at Connie expectantly.
He raised in arms in the air. "He-hey, don't look at me, I'm with Sasha in this."
Jean let out a low whistle.
"Woo, go Aang, I believe in you!" Krista innocently said, pumping her fists.
Jean could've sworn he saw a freaking halo on the top of her head. He also could've sworn Krista was suddenly so fucking cute that he had to bite back his aaaws.
Ymir hugged the angelic blonde shamelessly, her face extremely playful. "Awwwwwwwww so cuuuuuttteeeee Ymir wuvs you soooooo~."
Everyone looked on sadly as poor Krista's private space was violated again by Ymir.
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Mikasa returned shortly with the food.
"Here. Eat. It's good for you, Eren." She placed his serving of food in front of him, taking a seat on his side.
"Wow, no kidding..." Connie said teasingly as he eagerly took his own share of junk food. "Mikasa, you have a talent for stating the obvious!" He exclaimed, placing a fry in his mouth.
"...thank you." She replied, taking one of Eren's fries and biting half of it, then chewing slowly.
"Mikasa, where's your share of food?"
"I don't have one." She finished the fry. "I'm sharing with you...Eren"
"...Mikasa, do you think I, a growing boy who needs vitamins and minerals to grow, can share the source of these said substences with you?" Eren asked, unwilling to share his food. Jean pffted. Eren was trying to outsmart the valedictorian, who was FAR beyond smarter than him, in their batch?
"You said substances wrong; and this is junk food. Junk food does not contain the sufficient vitamins and minerals for a growing boy like you."
"Oh."
"Eren Jaeger. You have just officially embarrassed yourself in front of everyone on this table by questioning the valedictorian of our batch's authority. I praise thee." Connie joked, doing the school's salute.
He turned red form embarrassment. "Shut up."
Jean suddenly felt a soft poke from Marco.
"Hah?"
"Jean, you should eat... The food's getting cold." Marco mumbled, his face turning slightly red.
"Ah, sure." He uncovered the burger and started to devour it, thankful that Marco reminded him to eat.
God, these things tasted heavenly.
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Once he was finished eating everything, Marco suddenly stood up.
"Sorry guys, I-I'm not feeling so well..." He mumbled, in a daze. Jean noticed his face was paler than before, and that he was shivering. He instantly felt a pang of worry overcome him. "I-I'll be g-going...now."
Jean stood up. "Me too. I think my mom might be worried." he lied. "Plus, Marco needs some help."
Everyone nodded.
"I hope you'll feel better!" Krista said. "I really do hope for it!"
Marco smiled weakly. "Thanks Krista..."
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A/N
TT^TT I'm so sorry if it's not That funny!
#authorinsecurities
I'm going through a phase...im kinda sad...
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i cant help but have some of my funnies extinguished...
Gomenasai...
Please tell me if it's still okay though! And if I portrayed Jean well!
and by the way, I'll need you guys help in something! Please tell me who your favorite ships are, like maybe Riren? Eremika? Jeankasa? Petra and Levi?
PLEASE PUT YOUR VOTES. ;-; I CANT DECIIIDE