"Jean, it's time to go!" Marco cheered as he appeared out of nowhere. Why was Marco always so happy? He observed that the smile on his face never faltered. Not even once yet. If he was frowning, it must've been a bad dream.
Out of curiosity, he tried to imagine Marco frowning, mentally photoshopping his roommate's smile upside down, he created an image of a sad Marco.
Jean had no idea why after that, he was in class.
"Jean, you fainted and I had to drag you to class! What happened? Honestly, sometimes, I wonder what goes around in that head of yours ..." As he said this, an amused grin spread on the dark-haired male's face. Good. No sad Marco.
Never again ... EVER.