Camp Paradis || Jean Kirstein

Do You Want Me To Hold Your Hand

To say Jean's mother was ecstatic that we were staying the night was an understatement. She immediately started spewing about how she couldn't wait to cook breakfast, and she was going to invite Marco over too.

The deal was, I was going to sleep in Jean's room while he slept on the couch. She even took my clothes after my shower to wash them for me so that they would be clean tomorrow. She told me that I could find anything in Jean's closet to wear to bed tonight, it was extremely generous, even thought Jean's clothes weren't my taste.

I held the towel around my chest and opened his closet door. I took a step back when I noticed the inside of the door was covered in pictures and small drawings to fill in any gaps.

There didn't seem to be any reason to where anything was placed, so I looked at each picture, noticing several of the other camp councilors.

They all looked so young, and so different. Connie's head was shaved, Mika's hair was longer, and Jean even had an undercut with his hair stuck to his forehead.

There were a lot of pictures of him and Marco through the years, playing games, at birthday parties, on vacations together... they were a lot closer than I realized.

There were a few pictures of Jean and Eren on the ground, arms wrapped around each other in what looked like a fight. In each photo, Connie's head could be seen in the bottom corner, him being the one that was taking these pictures. His eyes were always halfway open showing that this was probably something that happened when they got too drunk around each other.

There were a lot of pictures of Jean, Sasha, and Connie. Not as much as him and Marco, but more than everyone else. My favorite picture out of the whole collection was one of the three of them. They were sitting on a couch together with Connie in the middle of them. His head was leaning to the left to rest on Sasha's shoulder and his arm was wrapped around Jean's neck who was on his right. Jean was leaning into his friends, his hand reaching across to grab onto Sasha's arm. Sasha had her face pressed up against Connie's and an arm wrapped around his shoulder. All three of them were smiling so big that their eyes were closed.

Cute.

I turned my attention to the clothes in front of me. There wasn't a lot in here, probably because Jean didn't technically live here anymore. As I looked through the clothes, it seemed to be things he left behind because they didn't fit him anymore. On top of the shelf were a few baskets. I pulled one down to find that it was underwear. I pulled out a pair of solid grey boxers and dropped my towel to put them on. They fit fine. They actually felt pretty damn good considering I didn't have any underwear on since it was being washed.

I put the basket up and pulled on one of the plain black shirts that were hanging up. I slid it over my head and pulled my hair down from the bun that kept it from getting wet in the shower.

There was a knock on the door, "One second I'm coming." I shook out my hair and ran my fingers through it to get some of the tangles out. I picked up my towel from the floor as I walked over to the door.

I opened it to see Jean with his still wet hair from his shower sticking to his forehead. I smiled sweetly at him and leaned my shoulder against the doorframe, "Hello handsome." I flirted.

An unsure look was on his face as he took in my appearance, his eyes quickly looking up and down, "You look funny." he killed the energy.

I frowned, "You look funny, horse face." I argued back with him.

He rolled his eyes, "No, that's not- I meant you look different when you're not wearing your dresses."

  "Oh," I looked down briefly at what I was wearing, "yeah it's different. But it's really comfortable." I held the towel out between us, "What do I do with this?"