Months had passed and it took a while, but Marco had been right about him and Jean having a great friendship. They spent a lot of time together, and it wasn't just at college. They would go to each others houses or just stay outside and go to a park. But the thing was, Marco really didn't care where they went. As long as he was with Jean, he was happy because so far he'd so much happier, even his parents had noticed it. And that had made them happy. It had been a while since they saw their son that happy.

It was probably stupid, but Marco was glad that he had been pushed to the ground by Eren that day. Because if he hadn't, he probably would've never met Jean. He probably would've continued to be...invisible to him.

He had even told Jean that a few weeks after hanging around with him, and found out that Jean was also glad it happened for the exact same reason. And it only made Marco much happier to hear that. Then again, he was always happy around Jean, even if they weren't doing anything.

Like right now.

The two of them were actually at Marco's house, Jean laying on Marco's bed and throwing a paper ball into the air, and Marco was sitting at his desk, typing away at his laptop. Of course, since it was very easy for Jean to get bored, he got up after a few minutes and began looking around Marco's bedroom to see what kind of things he liked.

It was his birthday tomorrow, and he still hadn't got him anything. So he had to try and find out what he liked to get him something that he would like. He'd try to get him something a few weeks before, but that didn't go well because he had absolutely no idea what to get him. Yes, he kind of knew what the freckled male liked, but not enough to know what to get him for his birthday.

He just wanted to get him something that he would really, really like and would...cherish it forever, as cheesy as that sounded. But he really didn't know what kind of thing that would be.

Jean glanced over to Marco before turning his attention back to his things, looking through one of his notebooks and reading through it. He then stopped at a certain page and looked over to Marco again, grinning. "Hey, what is this? 'Things To Do Before I'm 30'~?"

Marco immediately stopped what he was doing and turned around to look at Jean, cheeks heating up. "P-Put that down!" He quickly got up and walked over to Jean to get the notebook, but Jean just walked away from him, reading the list. "Oh, look. Ride a motorcycle is on here~ Wait. You haven't done that yet?"

"...I always thought it would be dangerous. But one time, I got very close to actually doing it."

"And then what happened?"

"I backed out because I...got scared."

Jean blinked and removed his gaze from the paper to look at Marco, who now had his arms crossed and was looking anywhere but Jean. The shorter of the two grinned wide, chuckling softly. "Well, you're in luck. I actually have a motorcycle. And I can do some of these other things with you. I mean, only if you want me to."

"I'd like you to do that, but can I please get it back?"

"Yeah, sure." Jean closed it over and handed him, watching as he put it in his desk drawer and then sat back down to resume what he was doing. The only reason he mentioned the motorcycle one was because there were a few...embarrassing things on there. They weren't embarrassing to Jean, but they definitely would've been embarrassing to Marco.

Like having a first kiss.

That was one of the things that would embarrass Marco, and Jean actually did want to mention it. But as said before, Marco would find it embarrassing and then probably kick Jean out, and Jean didn't want to be kicked out. Well, actually, he doubted that Marco was that kind of person.

He wouldn't mind kissing Marco. But only because it would help him cross it off the list, and it wouldn't be as embarrassing! That was the only reason he would do it.

Anyway, it wasn't like he was going to make fun of Marco for not having kissed someone before. Maybe he was the kind of person that wanted for that..."special someone". Jean had his first kiss in high school. And it went further than just a little kiss. He regretted it now, but he hadn't then. Obviously he didn't regret it then, he was a teenage boy with raging hormones.

Sometimes he still acted like a teenage boy with raging hormones. Which tended to get him in quite a bit of trouble whenever he felt that way.

So, yes, he did regret doing what he done in high school and he wished he was like Marco, waiting for that one person that. The person that would make him happy no matter what. That one person that wasn't afraid to show their love.

"-an. Jean!"

Jean blinked when he saw Marco waving his hand in his face. He took a step back and chuckled softly as he rubbed the back of his head. "Are you okay? I've been calling your name for the past five minutes..."

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I didn't mean to worry you, I was just thinking about some things. Nothing important." Jean murmured, moving to sit on the bed and then watching Marco again as he sat back down on his chair, nodding. "So, why were you calling my name?"

"I was going to ask you if you wanted to go for a walk."

"How 'bout I take you for a ride on my motorcycle~?"

"...I don't want to go for a ride..."

"Why not, are you scared~?" Jean teased, causing Marco to throw a pen at him.

"N-no!"

"Then let's do it."

"...fine!"

The shorter of the two immediately grinned and stood back up, brushing off his clothes. He then watched as Marco done the same, slipping on his shoes and jacket after shutting down his laptop. Then the two of them headed out the room, downstairs and out of the house.

Once they were outside and Marco saw Jean's motorcycle, he immediately to just...back out again. It's not like he had to do it, he had only put it on the list because it sounded fun to do it. And now he was wishing that he hadn't put it on. Actually, he was wishing that Jean hadn't even found it. "Wait! You've only got one helmet, both riders are supposed to have a helmet, and-"

Marco was cut off when the helmet was placed on him and he stared at Jean, who just grinned at him. "Marco, it'll be fine, stop worrying so much. We'll only be out for a few minutes, okay?"

"Okay." Marco murmured after a while, very hesitant. Oh God, he was going to die.

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They weren't gone for just a few minutes. No, they were gone for a few hours.

Now, Marco would blame it on the fact that they had lost of track of time, but they had actually stopped at a cafe to get something to eat and drink, and saw the time in there. But they didn't go back to Marco's place, or even Jean's place!

They eventually did go to Jean's house, though it was pretty late when they actually got there. But Jean's parents were actually still at work, it was something that he was used to. "See, I told you it wasn't so bad." Jean chuckled as he removed the helmet from Marco's head once the two of them had gotten of the bike. "You had fun, didn't you?"

"...yes, I did have fun, and I would actually like to do it again. But next time, I want you to wear a helmet, too." He muttered as he followed Jean into his house, sitting down on the couch. "And, when you say that we're only going to do it for a few minutes, make sure that it actually is a few minutes!" He huffed, watching as Jean sat down next to him and shrugged.

"You still had fun, that was the main thing. And now you can cross it off your list."

Yes, Jean knew that Marco wouldn't have been happy about staying out for longer than they were supposed, but he just wanted to freckled male to have fun. And he was really glad that he did. Now he just had to do the other things with him. Well, except for the kissing one... And the other embarrassing ones. He was pretty sure that Marco did not want Jean to kiss him. Hell, Jean didn't even know if Marco was gay. Jean wouldn't mind if he was, he was supportive of them.

Jean didn't swing that way, though it was pretty obvious since he keeps trying to get Mikasa to let him take her out on a date. And he still didn't have any luck.

Besides, Marco probably didn't want to kiss him because, as said before, he was just waiting for the right person. And Jean was definitely not that person, at least he didn't think he was. Oh God, it'd be pretty awkward if Marco did end up feeling that away about him, because Jean was straight. 100% straight. And he really didn't want to let him down.

Shaking his head and sighing softly, Jean leaned back against the couch and glanced over to Marco before closing his eyes. "...so, do you wanna watch a movie? You can go ahead and pick which one you want to watch, if you do want to watch one, and I'll make some popcorn." He murmured, eyes only opening again when he no longer felt Marco sitting next to him.

Instead of actually going to get the popcorn like he said he was going to do, he just kind of...stared at Marco, watching him as he began looking through the shelves of movies. And as he watched him, he couldn't help but think that Marco had a pretty nice body. Yeah, he was sick, but he still had a nice body. And he was good-looking. Well, he was when he wasn't looking like Death. Eventually, Jean removed his eyes from Marco and got up to make the popcorn.

Once he had done that it and put it in a bowl, he walked back into the living room and switched off the lights. "What did you pick?"

"...PS, I Love You. I going to assume that it belongs to your mother?"

"Aha, yeah..." It didn't. It didn't belong to his mother. It actually did belong to Jean. He wouldn't admit it to anyone except his parents, but he kind of enjoyed watching a romance movie from time to time. He had quite a few up in his room, and he was sure that one had been up in his room, too. Unless his mother had brought it down to watch it. He was just going to blame it on her anyway.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Jean set up the movie and then placed the bowl of popcorn between them so Marco could get some. He then took a handful of it, eyes glued on the screen as the movie started up.

However, by the end of the movie, Marco was fast asleep, curled up at one end of the couch. Jean had fallen asleep, too, but he'd woke up a few minutes later to see that the credits were now on the screen. The brunet glanced over to the clock and then to Marco, slowly moving the popcorn as he got off the couch. Jean didn't know what to do now. He wanted to move Marco and take him to a bed so he wouldn't be uncomfortable. But at the same time, he didn't want to move because he looked so peaceful.

But now since Marco was asleep, Jean now had more time to think on what to get Marco for his birthday, which was now today since it was currently one in the morning. Jean was never great with gifts, but he really wanted to get him something. Or even make him something. Make him something... That actually wasn't a bad idea. He'd still like it, wouldn't he?

Setting the popcorn on the coffee table, and then heading upstairs to get his laptop. If he wanted to make him something, then he'd have to look on the internet for a few ideas. And after a while of searching, he did eventually find something that he thought would be a good thing to do. Hopefully Marco would like it. Though, he was pretty sure that the freckled male would actually like it.

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Making the gift actually took longer than it should've, mainly because Jean would get distracted by playing games and would occasionally fall in and out of sleep. But he eventually got it done, then went straight to sleep. Of course, he had forgotten about Marco sleeping on the couch since he had been busy making the gift, and had obviously gotten distracted.

After it was done, he went straight to sleep, not even bothering to turn off his laptop.

And, when morning came around, Marco was the first one awake. He usually was the first one awake even when at his own house, he didn't like sleeping in any later than he had to. Apparently Jean had no problem with doing that. But, he had only woken up because he heard people entering the house. The freckled male immediately sat up when he felt eyes on him, apologizing to Jean's parents for falling asleep on the couch. Once off the couch, he just kind of...stood there, not knowing what to do.

But when his friend's parents told him to go upstairs to look for Jean, he immediately done that. He walked into Jean's bedroom, having been in there before, and chuckled quietly when he saw his friend sprawled out on the bed with his laptop sitting on his desk. He quietly walked over and shut the laptop down, glancing to the scrapbook that was next to it. He tried hard to resist the urge to look through it, but Marco was a very curious and he eventually did look through it.

However, what he didn't expect was to see photos of himself and Jean. And they had little notes next to them, some of them making Marco chuckle. Yes, he was aware that Jean apparently liked to take a lot of photos of them both, whether it be on his phone or an actual camera, but he didn't think he'd put them in a scrapbook.

"...Marco, what are you doing?"

Marco immediately put the scrapbook down at the sound of Jean's voice, turning around to look at him. He cleared his throat and pretended he wasn't doing anything at all, cheeks heating up slightly. "N-Nothing.."

The two of them stared at each other for quite a while before Jean finally realized what Marco had been looking at. He quickly got up out of bed, stumbling a little since he had his sheets tangled in his legs. "You weren't supposed to look at that yet! I was going to give it to you later as a surprise."

"You were going to give it to me? I thought it was yours-"

"No, it's yours. I didn't know what to get you for your birthday, so I decided that I would make you something. I mean, it's last minute, but I hope you like it. And, by the way, happy birthday."

Marco smiled as he looked to the scrapbook and then back to Jean, wrapping his arms around him in a hug. "Thank you, Jean. But you didn't have to get me anything, or even make me anything. I would've been fine with just a card that said 'happy birthday'." He murmured as he slowly pulled away and looked at the scrapbook once more. He loved it, he really did. And it reminded him of how happy the two of them were together. And he liked the little notes that Jean had put next to the photos.

"I wanted to do it. And since it's your birthday, we're going to do the things on your list. Well, most of the things on your list." Jean chuckled softly, putting his hand on Marco's shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze.

The freckled male only nodded as he watched Jean pull away and head into the bathroom. He then looked back to the scrapbook and opened it, looking through it again. "Oh, Jean. Your parents are back from work, I thought I would let you know. And I think I should get home to see my own parents..." He murmured, glancing back over to the other when he peeked his head out of the bathroom.

"Do you have to go?"

"Yes."

"But I'll be bored, and have nothing to do."

"I'm sure you'll find something to do, Jean. Besides, I doubt you'll be bored for long since you're planning on helping me with my list." Marco chuckled, smiling at him. "Come by my house when you want to start doing the things, alright?" He gave Jean one last hug before leaving the bedroom, going downstairs and then leaving the house.

Today was going to be fun, he was sure of it. Then again, he would think it was fun even if he and Jean sat around and done nothing.