He looks exactly like-

"Jean?"

"Fuck, Julia," possibly-most-likely-jean-somehow swore. "You can't sneak up on people like that!"

"Sorry…" I said. Maybe he didn't hear me when I said his name, "Jean Kerstchine…"

"Uh, Julia," now-most-definitely-Jean said, his voice wavering, "are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Jean walked over to the doorway, where I was still standing. I probably looked like a fucking idiot, just standing there staring.

But HOLY SHIT! Jean is supposed to be a fictional character! What the hell is he doing in my house?! Is this some kind of extreme cosplayer, who like snuck into my house, or something? But why would he do that?!

I couldn't do this. "Jean" was still coming towards me. He looked really concerned, for some reason. God, I can't do this. I backed up against the wall, and slid down on it like they do in movies. (If you can't tell, I'm cliché as fuck.)

Oh my god, what was happening? I don't know. I don't know! I mean, it's not like I hate that Jean seems to have replaced my family. To be honest, I quite like it. But the thing is: IT SHOULDN'T BE POSSIBLE!

Okay, Julia. Calm. Calm.

Remember fanfiction. In reincarnation AUs, the characters never lost it like this. Act like the fanfiction characters. Except, don't fuck Jean. Because you are 14. You shouldn't be fucking anyone.

Jean bends down next to me, and tilts my head up. He kisses my forehead.

"You're kinda warm," he mutters. "Maybe you have a fever."

Okay Julia, remember, we're just gonna go a long with this.

"No, no, Jean!" I say frantically, shaking my head. He still looks concerned. Damn. He was cute. (Yeah, that's right. I, the 14 year old, called the 20 something year old guy cute. Fanfics have ruined me, I swear.)

Wait.

No.

If he's in your house so casual like this, that must mean he lives here. And he obviously isn't in a romantic relationship with you, so you can't call him cute like that.

(Have you noticed, I talk to myself a lot? Yes it's weird. Do I care? Not at all. SO you have to deal.)

"No, Jean," I continue. "I'm fine, I just forgot where I was for a second. You know how it is? That happens to you sometimes doesn't it? Hey, you were getting out a video game! Can I play? I might not know how, but like, you can teach me. I don't know. I don't really like most video games, but I liked that one, so – "

"Julia, Julia," Jean near shouted. Great now I was getting Jean all worried to. Damn, I really suck at this. "Calm down! You're sure you're alright?"

"Yeah," I reply, this time, a little more steadily, "Jean. I'm 100% okay. I'm sorry for worrying you."

"No. Don't be. It's just…" Jean took a deep breath, but didn't contimue. Dammit, I needed him to continue. I know nothing abou this world, and I need Jean to tell me, without like giving everey theing away.

"Anyway, Marco'll be home soon. He went to see Gina. Which you would know if you came out of your room today," Jean said. Fixing me with a harsh stare for a while before breaking down, laughing and rumpling my hair.

"I'm just teasing, Princess."

I smiled. Princess. I like that. Obviously it was his nickname for me. What the hell did I do to deserve that nickname? (Also. Not really focusing on this right now, but HOLY SHIT YES! MY OTP IS VERY MUCH LIKELY TOGETHER IN THIS WORLD! YES!)

"Anyway, you know" actually I don't, but please continue anyway "Marco is always upset when he gets back from the hospital" this Gina person must be in the hospital. I wonder who she is to Marco "so what do ya say, we bake him some off your chocolate chip cookie dough?"

Cookie dough?

"Hell yeah!"

"While we're at it," Jean says "We should get started on the pizza for when the gang comes over."

"Okay," I agree, 'cause this is kinda like improv, and you never say no in improv.

And so we bake. (Author's Aside: I have no fucking clue how you make any of this stuff, since I want it to be homemade, and not just like out of the box shit. So… Insert here long domestic scene with me and Jean flicking flour at each other while I contemplate even more how the fuck any of this is possible. [You can read this as: the author is extremely lazy and just wanted to get to the part where more characters are introduced.])