The Judges of the World (JeanxMarco)

Chapter 1- The Invitation

~Marco's POV~
Today was one of those days you could basically just describe as, "one of those days." I hopped on my bike, all decked out in my brown sweater, light wash jeans, purple scarf, and a pair of old sneakers I designed myself.

As I was riding, I began thinking about my classmates and how my last year of college had been. I'd made a lot of friends, but I had yet to have an actual relationship. None of my high school friends went to my college, Parsons, but there was a boy I've know since as long as I could remember. His name was Jean. Anyone could get lost in his shiny amber eyes, they just looked so...

My thoughts were cut short as I hopped off my bike and onto my campus. There were a couple people who were in my class already walking around, chatting and humming and everything that just seemed to brighten the mood. God, how I loved it here!

I took a sip of my coffee, fresh from Peet's, and took a short walk. Since I'm stuck in the Big Apple of the USA, I don't have a lot of room to hold my coffee loosely, so I clutch it to my chest like a new kitten. It's pretty nice outside, but snow wasn't that far away. You could basically see it forming in the dark gray sheet of sky above me. I decided now would be a good time to head back to campus, so I started to head back.
~BACK AT PARSON'S, LAST CLASS OF THE YEAR~
Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Unaware of who it might me, I turned around very slowly. If it were an elder, I wouldn't want to startle them by spinning too quickly. I looked behind me, just to see the bright face of a man I'd learned to look up to.

"Hey, Mr. Gunn!" I said brightly. "Is there anything you would like me to do for you?"

"Actually, no, no... Nothing you could do for me, but I have an invitation for you. Would you be willing to join another student and I to judge in this year's New York Fashion Week?" He was smiling so brightly, I would be insane to refuse. Even if I didn't want to go, with a face like that, I would be forced to accept. A small part of me was curious, though. "Any questions?" He asked. He was so polite, I would need to call him when I got out of school so we could have brunch together or something.

"Ummm..." I wasn't quite sure what to say just yet, "it would be an honor to go, but yes... I have two questions." 'Think think think...' "Who else is going?" Wow. What a dumb question. Why should that matter? Sure, I'd want it to be one of my friends, but it didn't matter! I held my chin up with my right hand, resting my right arm over my left, which was wrapped around my chest. "And... Why me?" Another stupid question. Of course he would choose me! I was at the top of my class, but I was sometimes so very insecure... I guess I thought that would be my wall, keeping me from ever going to events like this.

"Well..." He chuckled, "I chose you because, not only are you at the top of your class, but the person you're going with compliments you nicely, you guys look good next to each other!" He nudged a shoulder to my long time acquaintance, "which leads me to answer your first question!" He sat on the sewing chair, "Jean Kirschtein! And you two will be the first student to ever actually judge in Fashion Week!"

Those last few words really made this whole ordeal really sink into me. First off, I was going with someone I knew, which was great. Secondly, I was going to New York Fashion Week. Only the best of the best could even attend this glorious event, and I was judging it.

Authors note~
Hey guys! So this was my first chapter to my first fan fic, so I'm willing to take any constructive criticism anyone has to offer! I have an Instagram that some of you may know of, as of right now I'm @ma.3.rco ! I don't even know if this chapter was short or what.... It's whatever!
(And yes, the picture of this chapter is Tim Gunn, just in case anyone doesn't know him. :3)
Thank you for reading,
BanQuiqui