Two Friends, One Love (JeanMarco Modern AU)

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"That he won't like me..."

Eren pursed his lips, and sighed. That was quite true what Marco had said. Jean is quite the mysterious, and the lady's man, not for Mikasa...

"It'll be okay, I'm sure he would like you," Eren cheered him up. Hoping Jean likes Marco back.

Marco smiled a tad bit, and nodded, "I hope so."

"Yo, when you are ready, tell him," The brunette punched lightly Marcos arm. Marco nodded, smiling.

"I will have to go, Me and Levi were going to the movies to watch a movie, probably gonna see Inside Out," Eren laughed.

"Okay, I'll see you around," The freckled male grinned, as Eren left his room to the front door.

Marco stood there for a while, and sat on his bed, rubbing his temples.

"This is going to be hard as I thought..." Marco thought, and sighed. He stood up and walked to the living room downstairs to meet his roommate preparing dinner.

Jean struggled making whatever he is making.

"Ah fuck..." Jean cussed, oil burning his skin.

"Jean...what are you doing?" Marco asked, walking in the kitchen. Jean looked at him, and shrugged.

"Spaghetti..." The blonde said, laughing nervously. Marco shook his head, taking over the cooking.

"Jean, why?" Marco took another pack of spaghetti, boiling the water.

"I was hungry, and it was past dinner time," Jean leaned on the table, "Where is your 'Happy-Go-Lucky' Attitude?"

"I don't feel like it," Marco added the spaghetti on the boiling water, "You know I'm suppose to cook."

"I know, but you can't leave me to starve," Jean spoke, rolling his eyes.

"Eat a Apple," Marco suggested, taking out two plates.

Jean frowned, he had never seen Marco like this, all blue. He guessed it was something what Eren said, probably not, since he came back down a little happy, then went all blue.

"Why?" Asked Jean, worry in his voice.

"Uh?" Marco looked at him.

"Why are you being blue? You've never been like this, ever."

Marco shrugged, "I'm just tired."
Marco let the spaghetti boil for a few minutes, then putting the spaghetti on the plates. He turned of the stove and added tomato sauce.

"If you say so..." Jean grabbed his plate, and grabbed a fork, turning off the stove.

"Thanks," Marco said, grabbing his plate and a fork.

"You know, you can talk to me, I'm always there like we were as kids," The blonde said, setting his plate down looking at Marco.

Marco nodded, "I know."