Moshi, moshi! :D Yup, I changed username! I also made another account of videogames stories only. If you're a gamer and u'd like to see what i post: Sam Of The Lin Kuei (though i haven't posted anything). I'll try to finish this story before I start any other :)

ENJOY!

THIRTY-THREE

With a soaring pain in my neck, I woke up and rubbed it. I winced as I stretched my body. Oh shit, my whole body hurt. I looked around and realized I was on the floor, leaning my back on my bed. Great, I must have fallen asleep while playing and in this painful position. I also noticed my PS3 and TV were still on, my CoD character waiting in lobby. I sighed and stood up, turning them both off. I then walked zombie-like to the bathroom, still rubbing my neck. In the bathroom, I looked at my reflection: I had dark circles under my eyes from sleeping only three hours straight, dull from so much crying yesterday...

I sighed, wondering how mother was in the hospital- if she was still alive- and how she spent the night. I sobbed and choked on it. Not now please...

I tried to look better, my face and hair were a mess and I honestly wasn't in the mood to go to school. I just wanted to lay in bed and cry all day, but then I remembered Marco and what he told me yesterday: "See you on Monday, then? I need you to be alright by then. No sad faces or gloomy endeavor, okay?" His voice was what I needed most right now to be honest, just see him, embrace him...

Before I knew it, I was already dressed up with white blueish jeans, the school's shirt, converse and a black beanie to hide my hair. I headed downstairs and walked to the kitchen, spotting a note pasted on the fridge. I read the hurried scribbled words:

Good morning, son:

Sorry I had to leave early and in a hurry, but I have a delivery at Sina and needed to be at the office at 8. I made breakfast though and left some for you. It's in the oven. I also left money for you in the table if you need to call a taxi. I might be home late, I need to visit the hospital, see how things are going. Remember what I told you yesterday.

See you soon,

Dad.

I sighed and took out a plate with scrambled eggs and ham from the oven. I sat at the table, restrained the 20 bucks on my pocket and ate. I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall: it was 8 o'clock. Class just started. Great. I didn't feel the slightest bit of worry. I decided I'll walk. School wasn't so far and besides, I needed fresh air.

Once I finished, I headed out and began walking, the air brewing past me. I bet I won't see dad today since he was visiting mom at the hospital, which by the way, was in Sina. If she was still alive, I bet he'll stay overnight. I sighed tiredly. I wanted to see her too and know whether or not she still lived, but at the same time I was scared of the answer.

I walked mindlessly with my hands in my pockets while looking down at nothing in specific, drowned in my own thoughts until I heard a sudden car honk beside me. I jumped and looked to see who the motherfucker was.

I froze when I saw Marco lowering the window of a glistening white Toyota 4Runner 2015. My jaw dropped as he gestured me inside, laughing at me, -"Come in, you dummy."

I smiled awkwardly, -"Uh... nah, i-it's okay. I can walk."- I spluttered, feeling nervous. Me? Inside Marco's mom car? Images of our last encounter welled me, my body quickly reacting to them. My body warmed at the sight of him though.

-"Jean, we're late. If you walk, you're going to take longer."- He insisted, his growing up. Was he excited?

He was right. I gulped as I opened the door. I sat on the rear seats, dropping my backpack beside me. Inside, it was cold, quickly refreshing me. The scent of sweet vanilla invaded my nostrils. The car was wide and comfortable, the seats were of red leather and the floor had furry soft carpets. Was Marco's family rich? I know a bit about cars and this one could easily cost 35,000 dollars! It had GPS system, back camera, touch pad and who knows what else.

Marco's mom, who was driving, peeked back at me over her shoulder, -"Good morning,"- She smiled, -"Seat belt, if you would."

I was too occupied figuring out how they afforded this piece of glory of a car that I forgot. I quickly pulled the belt over me and we headed to school. The ride was quiet, except for the Celtic Woman music Marco's mother had on the radio. She had her phone connected to the car's Bluetooth, listening to Pandora. It was weird, but kind of soothing music. It was also funny, mom used to listen to it.

I nervously began to look around, looking for a way to distract myself from those thoughts and spotted a few pictures on the floor. Did they fell from somewhere? I inspected them and saw a picture of a tanned toned man, a police, to be exact, standing in front of the police headquarters. He was pointing to his police hat while smiling broadly, his other hand on his hip. He seemed... familiar. I picked the picture up and noticed a bunch of freckles on his cheeks, some running down his neck just like Marco. His eyes were the same brown as Marco's too. Was this... his father?

-"Hey, Jean,"- Marco called. Startled, I dropped the picture, -"We need to finish Pixis' project. It's due this Friday."- He said, looking from his shoulder.

I scratched my neck, hoping he didn't saw me with the picture, -"Y-yeah... I know."

-"Marco could go to your house if you'd like."- His mother spoke, eyes on the road.

Marco nodded, blushing a bit.

God, those red cheeks that I was so attracted to called me, but I held off my desire to squeeze and kiss them, -"Um... I'd have to ask dad."- I said. Marco? In my home? My room? The whole house was a mess! I've never invited a friend, much less 'Marco's kind' of friend; and... mom wouldn't be there to cook us something. My eyes watered a bit, but I quickly washes them off.

We finally reached school and quickly dismounted, -"Have a good day, both of you."- She waved us after kissing Marco goodbye. She whispered something to him, but I didn't understand.

Inside, we hurried to Math's classroom and luckily, she just arrived. We greeted the group and headed inside. I sat in the middle row, in the front seat where Marco preferred while he sat behind me. While Hanji organized, he spoke to me. Things were awkward between us, but that didn't held him back. On the other hand, I was shitting myself at how close to me he was, -"So, how are you?"- He asked.

I gulped, trying to lean forward without him noticed. His warmth was reaching out to me and I sure as hell didn't want to cause a scene here. Without knowing, I could just turn around and kiss him out of control, -"Er... I'm okay."- I knew why he was asking. How was I? Tired, very tired, but overall… sad and scared, I guess. I didn't seem to understand my emotions when it came to that, I couldn't easily point them. It was as if I was void. I did felt cold though.

He wasn't convinced, but didn't ask again, -"No news of your mom?"- He asked.

I shocked my head, -"N-no..."- I really tried to have faith and hope that she was alright, but I knew better. I lowered my head, avoiding eye contact with those who entered.

-"Jean..."- He said lowly, wrapping his arm around my abdomen from behind, resting his head on my back.

My face quickly burned up. Fuck, my whole body did. His warmth emanated through him again, making its way to my body. I felt a squeeze in my chest. It's as if his warmth was fighting with the coldness I had, trying to push it out from me. It's like an epic battle for my body...

I mentally slapped myself for those fantasies.

When Hanji started, Marco pulled back slowly and I felt colder. I made a face. Jesus fuck, what was wrong with me? Pull yourself together!

Math, as always, was boring. I tried to pay attention, but I really wasn't in the mood to understand anything. I desperately kept pulling my phone from my pocket, checking if dad messaged or called me. A pang of fear hit me each time I saw my calls entry and inbox empty.

In Levi's, I checked like ten times. In the eleventh attempt, Marco touched my hand from behind, warning me. Levi hated it when someone didn't pay him attention, especially if it was phone or any other electrical tool. I stopped for a few minutes, but when I reached for it again...

-"Kirshtein,"- Levi grunted, irritated, -"If you're not going to pay attention, I will kick your ass out, unless...,"- He grinned, -"You would like to share what is oh so entertaining."

I rolled my eyes and just hid my phone. No, I didn't want to share it with him or anyone of the group. Nobody else has to know my mother was dying- or is dead.

He clicked his tongue, noting my act of disrespect and I knew what came next, -"Stay after class."

I clicked my tongue this time, not in the mood to listen to his scolding about how disrespectful I was and how I never learned any lesson- oh, and specially about how much he cared for my grades. I guess I had to be grateful he didn't caused a scenes like previous times, claiming I was challenging him into a 'who had more balls' competition, which ended in me being embarrassed in front of the class.

I had my eyes dead set on the door when the class was near its end. I really didn't want to hear him nagging for the next minutes, but when I stood up, Marco held me back by a quick grip on my arm, immediately loading me with his warmth and electricity that was so… mhm, -"Explain him. I'm sure he'll understand."- He spoke lowly, looking straight at my eyes.

I gazed away, -"I dunno, Marco…,"- I trailed off, looking for an excuse, but I had nothing reasonable, -"I'm not sure he'll understand. Besides,"- I glared at Levi and hissed, -"He hates me."

Marco shook his head, tightening his grip on my arm, -"Just try, please."- Oh God, the way he begged me with those eyes… those cute cheeks and-

Fuck. I walked towards Levi and sat before him. He just finished attending Samuel, -"Oh, I could have sworn you were going to run off."- He say to me, taking a sip from his coffee and shifting comfortably on his chair.

Oh, I wanted to, but didn't because Marco eyes were too much to resis- because he otherwise would've gone after me anyway. Levi was no pushover, -"Yeah, well,"- I began, not sure how to begin, -"I wanted to, uh-"

He interrupted me before I could continue, -"How many times have I said to put away phones, IPods or whatever else during my class, hm? They are distracting and disrespectful,"- I gaped my mouth but once again, he interrupted me, -"You come to school to learn and pay attention. Otherwise, you should have stayed home all comfortable like a sag,"- He leaned closer to me and hissed, -"I hate to be ignored."

Oh, he didn't have to tell me twice. A witty comeback came to mind, like "face it, all you want is the attention your mother couldn't give you", but I gulped it away, not in the mood to say nor in the status to anger him more. I sighed and when he stopped nagging even for a second, I spoke, -"Look, Levi-uh, mister Rivaille, I'm just…,"- I thought about how to say it without giving much info, -"… waiting for an important call."

He stared at me and arched an eyebrow, not buying it, -"You and every student here."

I sighed, in the brink of just bolting out, -"My mom's sick."

He didn't quite buy it either and just shrugged it.

If I had a piece of the old Jean, I'd be furiously spiting profanities at him and be extremely disrespectful, I'd even ignore him on purpose, seeing as he hated it so much.

But I didn't. I was extremely tired and thoughtful to spit anything back, so, -"Okay."- With that said, I stood up and walked away. I bet he was about to ask me for proof or something, but I didn't had time. He called me but I just waved back at him.

My doleful eyes attached to the outside brightness, burning at bit. That pain in the back of my neck came back and I winced as I rubbed it. I wished for my bed. I then wondered why I came to this hell hole.

But as a hand slid through my shoulder and warmed me -not just any hand-, I knew why.

Marco gave me a tight reassuring squeeze, -"Maybe the others will believe you."

I sighed, doubtful, -"You said it,"- We started walking, -"Maybe."

I was honestly thinking of cutting, but since Marco didn't approved of the idea, I gave it up. Besides, Marco was the reason why I came; I knew he'd made me feel better or at least forget about my problems and because I… missed him. As we had long conversations, I forgot about them just like I'd expected. Marco had a fluent ability to influence me in many ways; he could make me happy and forget about bad stuff with just a smile and make me sad by just walking away. I knew it wasn't his intention though.

As we talked however, that same sensation I had when I was with him in his room came out: the pleasure, the hotness...; I knew sooner or later we had to talk about that, or at least, I had to. I felt horrible for touching him like I did, even if I enjoyed it. I had a feeling he knew and was giving me the time I needed. I mentally thanked him, though I was too nervous to bring it up through the whole morning. I was a very sexually frustrated guy, I admit.

At launch, I didn't had much appetite and he noted, -"Jean, you need to eat. At least just a little."

My tray was full. I sighed and poked it with the fork, resting my hand on my palm, elbow on the table, -"I dunno…,"- I sighed again, unable to summon any will to eat the food, -"I'm just not hungry."

Marco sighed worriedly, swallowing what was left of his food. He stood up and for a brief second, I panicked, feeling cold. When he took the tray to the canteen workers, I sighed, relieved as he sat down beside me, -"Remember what I said yesterday?"

-"I know, I know,"- I smiled a bit as I quoted him, -"No sad faces or gloomy attitude."

He smiled sweetly and I melted, -"Yeah,"- He nodded towards the tray, -"You'll get weak if you don't eat. Please? For me?"

Oh, for you anything, I though, feeling my cheeks hot. I sighed, feeling my stomach arguing with me as I began to eat the rice with beans mixed with sausages. I didn't ate all of it like Marco did, but I at least was full. Satisfied, Marco took my tray away for me. I opposed but he was walking away by the time I began to argue.

The rest of the classes was pure boredom and each second that passed without a message or a call was a step closer to depression. Oh, I could smell it. It was just a few steps away. I grew desperate, about to give all my hopes up. I dropped my head. The other teachers permitted me to go out and answer a call or a text if anything happens, but it was for nothing. Nothing happened. Dad nor the doctor contacted me.

I was panicking as I walked to court, almost forgetting Marco trying to catch up to me. Maybe a sport will make me feel better. I played volleyball, basketball and practiced soccer with my group. Thank God Shadis decided to take the class hour for soccer practicing because I didn't felt like staying. I failed sometimes and had to stop to take a breather, but I was distracted and was all I needed. Those dark feelings popped from time to time, but I managed to push them off by exercising my body more, until it screamed 'no more'.

I sat in the breaches, taking a breath while rubbing my sweaty neck. God, it hurt so much. My lack of sleep didn't helped much either and I felt weak, probably by lack of food too. I knew I'll soon have a finger wagging from Marco saying 'I told you'.

I smiled warmly at his though and glanced to his location. He with the rest of the group cheering on Connie who was doing some weightlifting –or better yet, trying to impress Sasha. I had my eyes on Marco however: he has a quite tight black sweatshirt, tight enough for me to admire his figure, biting my lip in the process. He had his usual jeans and his converse. His face was red of exhaustion, but still cheering Connie on. I held the urge to go to him and take off his sweatshirt, smelling his skin and kissing the freckles in his neck altogether, that place in his body I go crazy for.

-"Enjoying the view, huh?"-Reiner spoke beside me, snapping me from my suggestive thoughts.

-"Huh? What view?"- I muttered, startled. My face burned, feeling a mess in my pants. I just realized how hard my crotch felt.

He nodded at Marco's direction, -"Not what. Who. And you know."

I quickly looked away and then again, away from Reiner's gaze, -"I-I don't get it."- You dumbass.

Reiner laughed, seeing through my lie. Genius, you were practically drooling!

I still put up a naïve behavior, -"Wh-what're you laughing about?"

-"You don't fool anyone, Jean,"- He said, a bit serious now, a small smile on his lips, -"Have you asked him out yet?"

-"What?"- I blushed more as I shifted uncomfortably because of the fucking mess I had between my legs, -"N-no!"

-"Come on, don't be ashamed!"- He said, putting his arm around my shoulder. I still couldn't help it. I felt uneasy knowing people out there were aware about our… link, to put it simple. I was afraid it reached unwanted ears. I was… just afraid.

I shook my head, denying it all as I pulled away from his grip and running to the bathroom. I peed all I had to and quickly cleaned my mess… caused by none other than Marco. I walked to the mirrors and looked at myself. I looked like a zombie, my dark dots under my eyes growing bigger. I sighed and headed out, only to collide with… Marco. Yeah.

He smiled at me widely and hurried to the bathroom. Since we were alone now, I though… maybe I could talk to him about last Saturday, so I waited for him. When he finished peeing, he washed his hands and turned to me, giving me a concerned look, tilting his head, -"Is everything alright?"

-"Y-yeah…,"- Why now, of all times, that mental scene I had earlier streamed through my mind? And of all places, the bathroom and when I was lone with him. God no… I felt my crotch harden again. Unable to stop myself, I moved closer to him, really close. He didn't stepped back nor faltered when I lowered my face towards him, -"I-I… need to tell you something."

He breathed deeply, -"What is… it?"

-"Give me just... a second."- I said, as I closed the space between us and pushed him towards one of the cubicles, closing the door behind me.

CLIFFHANGER!

...

I'm sorry u.u

xD