From: The Trenches

Godspeed

The switch was odd, they were just fine yesterday playing basketball and sharing blunts. Now it was like you didn't know either of them.

You also have no idea how the fight even started but when you got out the car they started going at it. When you think back it was an unusually quiet ride.

You hugged Connie Goodnight, he slapped your thigh and said he'd be around later. You forgot your wallet in Jean's car and you practically ran out the house barefoot across the street.

"Jean-"

"Connie it's not that serious-"

"IT IS JEAN!" Connie yells from behind the kitchen counter. Jean stood in the living room.

"This is what I hate about-"

"WHAT DO YOU HATE JEAN?!"

"Woah what's wrong?" You ask, standing in the large space between them.

"YOUR ACTING LIKE A BITCH, YOU ALWAYS DO THIS" Jean starts getting loud with him.

"IM- JEAN YOU ARE A BITCH" he slams his hand down on the counter.

You jump, deciding to just let them argue, you'd call someone if things got too out of hand. You wanted to call that Armin guy but you didn't even know what he looked like. Maybe if you called the cops he'd show up.

You sat on the couch and just made sure nothing escalated. Jean just sighs, seeming to know how this is gonna go.

"YOU'RE THE ONE CHASING AFTER THE SAME GIRL SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL! YOU DONT KNOW WHEN TO QUIT!" He starts walking closer to Jean until it's only the table separating them.

Connie's whole body is tense, his hands are moving with sharp and hard movements. And every move is exaggerated.

Jean narrows his eyes with his hands on his hips, nodding at Connie's words.

"YOU ARE A SECOND CHOICE... JEAN YOU ARE AN OBJECT AND YOU ACT LIKE IT, YOU. ARE. PATHETIC"

You turn your head at his words, you didn't know Connie had it in him. Especially not for someone like Jean, as important as Jean.

"IM AN OBJECT? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY YOUR MAD, YOUR SO EMOTIONAL AND I WISH YOU WOULD SHUT UP! IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO STOP!" Jean snaps, this makes Connie get in his face, now he's standing in front of him.

"Make me"

"Okay that's enough" you stand up.

"No, Jean wants me to shut up right?" He speaks against Jean's cheek.

"Back up Connie, I didn't say that" he leans his head back.

"YES YOU FUCKIN DID!"

"DON'T FUCKIN TOUCH ME" Jean shoved his shoulder back.

You could've fallen to your knees, you were scared of two grown men fighting in what should be a sacred place. This is someone's home, it brought back bad memories.

Surprisingly Connie doesn't push him back. His arm and hands twitch as he wipes his face with a deep exhale. He's reached his limits but trying to keep it together.

"Go outside" he slams the door open.

You heard from Sasha that Connie was the fighter. A firm believer of put the guns down and fight. He used to get handled when he was little but not anymore. Jean would pull a gun before anything unless it was personal then he fought.

Jean sucks his teeth but complies, storming out the house. Connie throws his shirt off, it ends up hitting you when you follow him trying to stop them.