Based off of @Caminow 's art on Tumblr
People packed their backpacks as the bell rang, and Professor Zoe sat at her desk. Unlike others, I sat in my chair as I packed away my things from history class.
"See yah at lunch, Marco!" An energetic voice spoke from behind me.
After turning around and discovering the voice came from one of my closest friends, Armin, I smiled and replied, "Bye, Armin!" With a wave as he left the room.
At least 20 students were left packing up their things and socializing, when a book bag was slapped aggressively onto the desk next to mine, and someone sat down.
"Hey, freckles," a familiar voice spoke in my direction using my nickname only one person uses towards me.
I finished setting all my history supplies in my backpack and turned to face Jean with my elbow resting on my desk supporting my cheek.
I smiled my normal cheerful smile and spoke "Oh hey, Jean." My voice peeped at a high pitch, cheerful tone.
His curious eyes settled, staring deeply into mine. "So," he started, "rumor has it that your a polyglot. Is that true?"
Jean was obviously fascinated by the idea of me being able to speak more then one language fluently, though I don't know how the word got around. "Yep, I can speak 8 languages fluently! French, German, Spanish, Dutch, Italian, Portuguese, Turkish, and Swedish."
"Can you say a sentence to me in each language? I mean...only if you want to." And cue adorably shy Jean Kirstein.
My blush settled onto my freckle dotted cheeks noticing his shyness before I said; "I'd love to."
He adjusted in his seat to fully face me then spoke. "First Italian."
"Beh sei stato il mio bestfriend per anni e tipo di avere una cotta per te."
Jeans face grew bright, but I knew he didn't understand what I was saying.
"Okay, now French!" He smiled.
I thought for a moment before saying; "Vous me rend tellement heureux et je voudrais être moi-même." My face started to heat knowing what I was saying.
"Spanish!"
"y sé que no me entienden..."
"German!"
"Aber dies ist besser dann nicht sage Ihnen überhaupt..."
Jean's smile grew "Dutch!"
"je hebt geholpen me ontdekken wie ik ben nu..."
"What was another one?" He chuckled a bit
I blushed deeply "S-Swedish"
"Say something in that," he said kindly.
"Jag vet ärligt talat inte där id vara om jag aldrig träffat dig, Jean"
"And ugh..." Jean said trying to remember another.
"Portuguese?" I laughed
"Yah, Portuguese."
"Obrigado por entrar na minha vida..."
"And the last one that I can't remember..." His face turned a slight shade of red in embarrassment.
I chuckled a said, "Bu yüzden sanırım sormaya çalışıyorum im"
"Heh, okay now finish it off with a sentence in English." He chuckled.
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
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<I did change quite a few things from the original they made just to make it a bit easier on my part. Sorry if that... offended you? I hope you enjoy > Also, sorry for any typos :D
Marcos full message:
Well you've been my bestfriend for years and i kind of have a crush on you.
You make me so happy and let me be myself.
and i know you cant understand me,
but this is better then not telling you at all...
You've helped me discover who i am now.
I honestly dont know where id be if i never met you, Jean.
Thank you for coming into my life.
So i guess what im trying to ask is
Will you be my boyfriend?
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