Weekends are strange for me. Like, I understand the whole "no school woo" aspect of it, but no school means that I will not come out of my room unless absolutely necessary.

So basically, all I do on the weekends is lay in bed procrastinating and let loneliness crush me. Dramatic as always, Jean, but it's not like we have family game nights or whatever. Also, with both my mom and dad being off work on Saturdays, they argu the most. I try to escape the house then, but you can only call your friends and visit them for oh so many weekends in a row without them getting annoyed by you.

Luckily, on this Saturdayhowever, my parents were both out of the house. My dad on a business trip and my mom was out on some "girl's night".

And it was then, at seven-thirty at night, that I decided to order pizza. (cue dramatic music)

I called up the pizza place and they said they'd be here in about ten minutes. Elevn minutes later, the doorbell rang and I went to go get it.

"Here is your pizza, that- Jean?"

"Marco?"

As fate would have it, Marco Bott just so happened to be the pizza delivery boy. I found myself secretly glad that it was him because for one, he was someone I knew and I could extinguish a little bit of loneliness, and two, I had forgotten that I wasn't wearing pants.

Huh. Marco was wearing pants while I was not. How ironic.

Marco smiled a little. "Hey Jean."

I blushed a little. "Marco, hi."

"Why's your face red?" he asked, and as if he could read my mind, he glanced down. "I mean- oh. Horse boxers. Classic."

"I'm sorry, I forgot and man am I glad that it's you and not some creppy old perv because I am not about-"

Marco laughed and I found myself smiling at that. Then I was confused as to why I smiled at that.

"Jean, calm down, it's okay. And how do you know that this isn't just my disguise?"

"Oh please, you're too sweet to be like that. I hope so, at least. I don't know, maybe your adorable personality is throwing me off. You would tell me if your were a perv, right?"

Marco blinked. "Sweet? Adorable personality?"

I felt my face flush little, but I ignored it and shruged. "It's not like I lied."

"O-Okay then."

We found ourselves quiet after moutburst and I felt worried. Was he going to think I was weird? Well, I am, but I'm not like, creepy weird. I just don't have a filter when I most need it. I got punched in the nose by Jaeger once when I accidentally blurted out that Mikasa was hot. I had gotten punched in the gut soon after when I accidentally said that Armin was pretty cute too.

This is why we can't have nice things, Jean.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Marco spoke up.

"Oh right! Your pizza."

He handed it over and I gave him a ten dollar bill and told him to keep the change.

"Jean, what time is it?"

"Uhm... almost eight, why?"

"Sweet, I get off of my shift."

I could feel something about to of my mouth without my permission, and I cringed after I said it.

"Would you maybe want to hang out... with me?"

"Okay."

I honestly hadn't expected that, and when he said okay, I nearly did a double take.

"Wait, really?"

"Sure. I like you, and you're my friend, so why not?"

I smiled again and took the box from his hands and led him inside. I but the box down on the counter and told him to help himself before quickly running to my room to put on pants. When I came back down to the kitchen, I found a piece and a half already gone.

"I'm hungry," Marco excused before blushing slightly. I just laughed and sat down with him to eat.

I found the topic of the conversation switching many times as we just rambled on about different things as we ate. I felt my heart warming in my chest and happiness filling me at his company. I hated being alone, especially in this house that was full of mostly bad memories.

After we had finished eating, I suggested that we watched a movie and Marco agreed. When we got up to walk to the living room, Marco walked in front of me this time, and I found him to be limping slightly. I waited until he had sat down on the couch and me beside him before I asked him about it.

"I... tripped down the stairs at... home," he mumbled out while rubbing the back of his neck and I just gave him a flat look to show him that I didn't believe him. He sighed and looked me in the eyes.

"Jean, I know what you're think and it's probably true, but I really don't feel like talking aboutit right now. Besides, it's my problem, not yours, so I wouldn't want you to worry over me, okay?"

"Marco, of course I'm going to 're my friend, and I will worry about it, but because I'm not a complete asshole, I won't push you to talk about it."

He smiled his sweet smile and thanked me before turning his attention to the screen. I flipped through the channels before I found a horror movie that was just starting and we watched that. The amount of times that I jumped or yelped was embarrassingly high whereas Marco just sat there and may have snickered a few times. I tried to glare at him, but I found me not being able to and I just brushed that off for the time being.

The movie ended all too soon and I found myself wishing that Marco could stay. Even though all we did was watch a movie and eat pizza, I was incredibly thankful that he was there for me, even for that. I hadn't even known him that long, and he still willing to hang out with horsefaced me.

I walked him to the door and stood in the doorway as he started to walk away. He then paused as if he forgot something and walked back over to hug me. I stood still as he had his arms wrapped around me and muttered his thanks into my ear. I slowly returned the hug and felt that warmth in my heart again and a smile tugged at my lips.

The last time someone hugged me was... way too long ago for my liking. Big bad Jean has a soft side, big surprise. I just... liked having someone there for me, you know?

And even though I had only befriended Marco a few days ago, I felt as if he was there for me and I there for him.

He pulled away and actually left that time, waving as he drove away. I waved too before turning on my heel and walking back inside. I closed and locked the door behind trudged to my room. And that night, I fell asleep around eleven-twenty PM.

I fell asleep with a smile on my lips, too.