A loud sigh left Marco's lips as he watched his best friend pace their living room. It had been two days since Jean had last seen Mikasa, and he had (somehow) managed to score her phone number even after fucking up by asking her about her past. Currently though, he was stressing whether he should text her or not.
"Jean, it's been two days.. I'm sure it's fine if you text her now." Marco tried, with no success, to console his roommate.
"What if she just gave me her number to make me feel better and she really doesn't want me to text her? What if I text her and she just gets annoyed and makes fun of me with her friends?" A deep frown tugged at Jean's lips as he raked a hand through his ash brown hair. His freckled best friend just rolled his eyes.
"Jean, if she didn't want you to text her, she wouldn't have given you her number! People aren't that mean." He shook his head, his eyes following Jean.
"Wrong, Marco. Remember that girl from high school who did just that? Gave me her number and let me make a fool out of myself." Jean huffed at the memory while Marco laughed.
"Jeez, you're thinking about this too much! Just text her already! You'll regret it if you don't." He had to admit Marco did have a point. Jean sat beside Marco and took out his phone, tapping Mikasa's name as his fingers hovered over the keyboard.
"What do I say?" He asked, his teeth digging into his lower lip.
"Mm, I dunno.. Just say hey and ask her how she is... You know, like normal people." Marco teased, turning his attention to the book in his lap. Jean rolled his eyes, letting out a deep breath before typing.
-Hey, Mikasa! It's Jean. He pressed send then quickly set his phone down, watching the phone anxiously. Minutes passed, but to Jean it felt like hours. Finally, his phone chimed. He scrambled to pick it up, unlocking it and reading the message.
-Hey, Kirschtein. Another chime rang out.
-It's about time you texted me. Marco had laughed at her reply. "I told you!" He snorted. Jean just shook his head.
-Yeah, sorry. I've just been busy. How are you?
-It's okay. But I'm good, I was actually just about to text you. His head tilted a bit in confusion at her reply. Why would Mikasa want to text him?
-Really? What for?
-My brother, Eren, the one I told you about? He's throwing a party tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come. You can bring your friend if you'd like. His heart fluttered with excitement and Jean silently thanked whatever god or being there was up there.
-Yeah, we'd love to come! What time?
-Great! You can come around 8. There's gonna be alcohol, but you can always bring some.
-Alright, sounds good! See you then, Mikasa.
-See you, Kirschtein. :)
Jean tossed his phone aside, a giant shit-eating grin making way on his face. Marco noticed his friend's dumb smile and couldn't help but smile himself.
"What is it?" He asked curiously.
"She invited me to a party, Marco! Well, us, if you want to come. Fuck, thank God I texted her, huh?" Jean chuckled, getting up and checking the time. It was barely five. He groaned with impatience before heading to his room, deciding he would make use of his time to properly get ready. Marco wasn't surprised when he heard loud music pouring out of Jean's room, which only happened when he was either extremely sad or extremely happy. Marco knew it was the latter.