Jean's POV:
When I got home from Marco's, Em wasn't there. My eyes glanced over the household chores that weren't done, just like they never were when I'm not home.
Thanks, Emily.
I dropped off my keys on the hook by the door, taking off my shoes and putting them away in the small closet near the front door.
Luckily, it was a Saturday, so sleeping at Marco's last night wasn't going to affect my job.
I showered and got ready for the day before I decided to clean the apartment, wanting it to be clean when Emily got home so she didn't nag me about that either. Before starting anything, I snatched my charger from the shared bedroom, soon plugging it into an outlet in the kitchen and charging my phone.
I started a random radio from Spotfy.
I honestly didn't have any ideas of what I wanted to listen to, so it was just the first playlist that I saw.
Suddenly, I found my fingers typing a message to Marco.
Me:
'Hey, I wanted to say thank you once more for your hospitality. I would love to see you again if you're okay with that? I had a lot of fun with you.'
I set my phone down and began the dishes, most of them weren't mine. At this point, I didn't care anymore. No matter how much I talk to her about pulling her weight around the apartment, she won't listen. It was never a problem before when she first moved in, but she's getting too comfortable with me doing everything. And of course, I'm falling for her tricks.
It took me a few hours to do everything. I didn't even realize how late into the day it was until my stomach started hurting from hunger. It was almost three in the afternoon and I have gotten the trash taken out, the dishes done, the counters cleaned, the floors swept, and now I'm going to get groceries for the week.
I have decided that I wanted to make dinner for Em using a recipe my mom taught me when she was alive. I still have her recipe book that I refer to all the time. Even if I have the recipes memorized, I liked seeing her handwriting.
She is responsible for my skills in the kitchen. We used to always make dinner together for the rest of my family when I lived with them. My older sister and dad always loved it.
Not only did I get my cooking and baking skills from her, she also loved to sketch with me. Before she died, she sketched a picture of her and I together and gave it to me. I was working on the same picture in my style to show her, but I didn't get it finished before she died. Every year on the anniversary of her death, I take both of our sketches to her grave to show her.
As one can tell, my mom and I were close. It never bothered me that other kids my age weren't as close as I was - they all wanted their alone time and pushed their families away.
But, when my mom got sick while I was in high school, I just wanted to spend my time with her since I didn't know how much time she had left.
Before I knew it, I was at the store. I grabbed a whole bunch of fruits and vegetables to snack on before getting what I actually needed for tonight's dinner.
I called Emily.
"Hello?"
"Hey babe, when are you going to be home?" I ask, pushing the shopping cart around the store.
"Uh, I don't know, maybe around 5:30?" She seemed super calm, which gave me hope for tonight.
"Awesome, I'm making dinner for us, so don't eat anything. It's one of my moms favorites!"
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Deeply Devoted - A JeanxMarco AU
FanfictionThis is a JeanxMarco AU in today's day and age. Marco works at a plant shop while Jean is in a bitter relationship. Their paths cross and Jean begins to wonder if his misery is really worth it. This will contain mature language and intense sexua...