AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry about the really abrupt ending on the first chapter, this is my first time writing on here, and with the fact that I'm using it on mobile makes it more difficult than it should be. So anyways, here's chapter two for the probably two people who will actually read this shit...

I had a slight tendency to feel lonely sometimes. It just came with being born into my house.

My mom was constantly out of the house or at work, and my dad had many business trips that he took. My mom worried that he was cheating on her, and he worried that she was cheating on him. I honestly didn't give a shit about either of their concerns. The only person that I cared about in my family was my twin sister, Maria, who was off at a boarding school. She had apparently crumbled under the pressure of our school and wanted to go somewhere else. Our stupid ass school had finally broken (#sorrynotsorry) her.

Okay, I'm lying when I say that. I cared a lot about my family. A lot more than I'd ever care to admit.

My mom was kind to me and supported my decisions, where as my dad was a homophobic asshole who was disappointed no matter what I did.

In his eyes, I was a complete failure.

And no matter how I act, that's how I was in my own eyes too.

Anyways, enough about this, back to my loneliness.

I know, I know, I have all of my friends, and I love all of them, I definitely do, but that doesn't mean that I don't go back to feeling lonely sometimes. It comes randomly, like I could wake up one morning and suddenly feel some crushing weight on my chest that was telling me to go and get human interaction. And on those days sometimes, even when I got said interaction, my brain doubted it being genuine. But those days have come to a low as I started hanging out with my friends more. And that, I was incredibly thankful for.

And this is why I loved the group and everyone in it.

Sure, there was Jaeger, a.k.a. the complete ass face, and I had mixed feelings towards that guy, but besides him, it was fine.

I didn't love any of them romantically. I did have a huge crush on Mikasa at one point, but those feelings have long since died down and I haven't had a crush on anyone since.

No one really seemed to appeal to me.

"Earth to horse face," Eren said while snapping his fingers in front of my face. I frowned and smacked his hand away.

"What are you doing?"

"You were lost in your own memories or some shit. You're gonna be late for class, by the way. Bye now!" he quickly explained before smirking and rushing away to go catch up with Armin.

"You can't be late to see Levi!" I shouted after him as I grabbed my bag and looked up to see him flipping me off. I laughed before running to my last class of the day. As I ran, I heard shouting coming from further away, maybe down a different hallway?

Anyways, my interest was peaked and I slowed down to head towards the shouting. I felt slightly worried. It didn't sound very, well, friendly.

"Aw, poor gay boy," I heard and I sped up into a jog. That's what it is. Who were they hurting? Who was it?!

"Fucking cross dresser!"

The new kid? The new kid. It was him. He was wearing a skirt, it had to be him.

I eventually showed up at the hall where everything was going down. Two boys were in the middle of the hall and the new kid was on the ground. One was kicking the shit out of him and one was punching the shit out of him. The new guy was quiet, he just had his arms guarding his face.

How was no one hearing this?!

I rushed over and pulled the punching one up and kicked the kicking one over. The punching one snarled at me before actually seeing who I was and the snarl dropped and he visibly gulped.

I slammed the fucker against the lockers and moved my face close to his before growling at him.

"Just who do you think you are?" I asked.

"J-Jean, come on man, I m-mean he's wearing a skirt so-"

"So I do not give an everliving shit what he is wearing, and neither should you. So I suggest that you and thing two get away before I beat the shit out of you," I said and I didn't wait for an answer before slamming him against the lockers again.

The one who was kicking the new kid apparently felt ballsy because he kicked the kid's side again when I turned to him and sneered.

"You're all talk, aren't you?" he mocked and walked closer to me, looking up at me, which frankly, wasn't intimidating.

I sighed and kneed him in the crotch before kicking him over again.

"I honestly wasn't in much of a fighting mood today, but you two homophobic fuckers changed that. It's a shame to come across such close minded ass hats," I sighed and walked over to the new kid who was holding his side's and his eyes were barely open. His lip was cut, he had a black eye and his face was a bit bruised. If that was bad, what else was bruised on him?

...Ignore how that sentence sounds...

He looked in pain, but nonetheless, he smiled at me as I took his outstretched hand and helped him to stand. When he stood fully up, he was a few inches taller than me and he kept smiling.

"Thanks for helping me," he said. "I'm Marco. I'm new here, although you probably know that already..."

"I'm Jean. Nice to meet you," I responded and held out a hand for him to shake but instead of that he hugged me. I didn't get a chance to hug him back before he pulled back away.

"Uh... sorry. I'm a hugger, and well, you kind of just saved me so... yeah..." he quickly explained while holding his side and looking down.

"It's fine, man. And I didn't save you, I was just here, so I acted."

"Oh hush, you saved me. I was half dead (#sorrynotsorry) before you showed up. You're my hero," he grinned.

"Me? Hero? Hah, you're funny. I'm a fuck up, not a hero," I laughed. "Now... to the nurse?"

"No. The school day is almost over and I don't want to bother her on my first day. I'll take care of this at home. And uh... sorry for being a bother to you too..."

"What do you have to be sorry for? It's nothing, really."

With that, I turned and started walking, motioning for Marco to follow me. He caught up and limped slightly so I slowed down for him.

"What class do you have right now?" he inquired.

"I have art. You?"

"Oh! We have the same class! Cool!" he cheered and I smiled. His excitement was infectious.

"Frankly, I suck at it. I'm better with writing," I told him and he grinned proudly.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I can draw one mean stick figure!"

I laughed and lightly pushed him, and I regretted doing so when I saw his wince and heard his strained laugh.

I walked out of the school with Marco at the end of the day. We were talking about random things when the topic of the way he dresses came up.

"Why do you wear a skirt anyway?" I asked and he smiled. I noticed that he smiles a lot.

"I don't know, I just like them. I'm more comfortable when I wear them, and I just like them. I said that already, didn't I?"

I waved off his awkwardness and continued.

"Your family doesn't care about you wearing them?"

"Haha, no t-they don't..." he laughed, but I could tell it was strained. Maybe they don't know about him wearing them or something...

"They're pretty cool then."

"Y-Yep..."

Then we fell into an awkward silence, but I broke it quickly.

"You wear them even when you know that people are going to disapprove?"

Marco looked over to me then. "Frankly, Jean, I couldn't, and sorry for my vulgarity, but I couldn't give a crap what they think."

"Oh, breaking out those cuss words, I feel threatened," I mocked and grinned when his face turned a little pink.

"I don't like cussing okay? Now shut up."

We got to the school gate and I turned to him.

"Want me to walk you home?" I asked and he rapidly shook his head.

"Nope, I got it!" he quickly answered and seemed a little bit nervous. I raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in mood, but brushed it off anyway.

"Okay. See you later then, freckles."

"See you tomorrow, Jean," he replied before leaving school grounds and walking down the sidewalk and out of sight. I smiled and waited for Connie before starting my own walk home.

The boy in the skirt didn't leave my mind not once for the rest of the day.