Jean is an Idiot ( Jean x Marco )

Chapter 3

Tears flowed down my cheek.Never have I cried that much in my life.
"Marco,you...you can't leave me!I am a hopeless person without you by my side every damn day." Marco hugged me tight.He began crying a bit too. "Why?" I said in a loud tone. "My dad won't let me like boys,I know it.He used to yell at my mother about it.He'll kill you and me if he found out that you and I are to be in a relationship!" I was so confused hearing this.Marco's father was a nice man.His mother never seemed upset or worried about anything,so I wondered what could have happened to Marco's family at home.

"Your dad was so nice to me before.."
"Why do you think I prefer you coming in through the window in my room...?" I sighed and nodded sadly.
"Marco,I won't let him take you!"
I grabbed Marco's hand and brought him to my house.My mom really loves Marco.My dad cheated on my mom,but my mom is very supportive of me liking men despite her own experience with men like my father.

"Jean,please don't do this.You'll get yourself hurt." He said as I dragged him down my street. "What do you even mean?" He slipped out of my grip that I had on his hand.He lifted his shirt up from the back and turned around.He didn't even hesitate.I felt like such a douche to him because I didn't know that..

Marco's father hits him.

"Marco..." I walked up to him. "Why didn't you tell me before you dumbass!" He put his shirt down with a bright pink blush on his face. "I don't want you to worry.I feel as if I make you worry enough,and I don't like it."
I shook my head. "I'm not letting you go home ever again,you realize that,right?You will stay by my side forever and I'll keep you safe." Marco smiled warmly at me.He looks down at his feet as he smiles. "Okay." Oh,why are you so important to me?I love you and all your freakin' freckles.

At my house,Marco sat down on my bed to rest. "Jean,we've know each other since we were kids,but I don't think your room has ever been more neat than it is today." I nodded. "Your room is much more neat than mine though.Always." Marco laughed.
"I guess so." He said afterwards.
It got silent and awkward after that.I didn't feel comfortable.It's not normal that Marco and I have these random moments of silence.I felt like I had to say something to cheer him up.He seemed like he still had a lot on his mind.
"Marco?"
"Yeah,Jean?" I sat next to him on the bed and faced him.He was facing me too,but he looked down afterwards.He was embarrassed. Maybe it'll take a little while to get used to us being a couple rather than being friends,or best friends that is. "I love you." I said and kissed him lightly.I didn't expect it,but he kissed back.I broke the kiss after a little while though.

"You shouldn't care what your father says." I was so happy when he actually agreed. "You're right.I'm not going to leave you!" He said proudly,so I smiled.
"Oh,and Jean?"
"Yeah?"
"I'll protect you too!" I chuckled and hugged him tight. "Thank you, freckles."
He pouts. "You know how I feel about my freckles.." I nod. He has some weirdly cute anxiety about his freckles but they are the cutest things ever. He has a lot of them but I love everyone of them. "Of course,that is why I tease you about them.It's our thing,you know?"

He nods and laughs. We stayed there hugging each other for hours until I felt it was safe enough to let go. Marco was falling asleep though, so I though,  'fuck it, let's stay here longer.' I couldn't fall asleep knowing that this guy in my hands is my lover. Maybe it didn't mean as much to Marco because he has such a positive attitude, but I have no hope whatsoever, so I would have never expected for Marco to like me back. This is all I could ever ask for. Honestly..I have longed for him for years, and I finally have him. I feel like I can accomplish anything now. That sounds embarrassing though, but hat's why I want to protect Marco for as long as I can. His father can't do anything about the fact that Marco and I are in love. Even if he does somehow manage to take Marco away and move, I'll fight for him. It'll work. 

I look down and smile at him as he is sleeping. These things I think are the things I would never tell him due to how much feelings and thought I put into it, but I hope he knows I think them.