Two Friends, One Love (JeanMarco Modern AU)

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Marco sat on his bed, covering himself with his blanket. His whole room was dark, and he just sat there on his bed.

Boom!

It was raining outside, and it was almost middle of the night. Marco whimpered, and hid on his blanket. He shook, He hated thunder, he hated it!

"Why did it have to rain?" Marco thought, whimpering again at the sound of the thunder clackling.

There was a creak, the sound of his bedroom door opening, "Marco?"

Marco looked at the familiar.

Jean.

"H-Hey..." Marco said, whimpering again.

Jean walked towards him, hugging the freckled boy.

"Agh, I forgot it was going to rain..." The blonde said.

"It's not your fault...I didn't know either," Marco said, hugging tightly the blonde. Jean rubbed Marcos back, a way to calm him down.

"Come one, its already twelve AM, we've gotta sleep," Jean said, going under the covers next to Marco.

Marco nodded, blushing a bit, laying back down. Jean opened his arms, letting Marco sleep on him.
Marco did, and hugged him, while sleeping.

((Cute...❤))

Light appeared on the room, it was morning.
Marco woke up, surprised he was alone. Jean then came in, in boxers and a loose tank, that he had slept in with Marco.

"Good morning, Polo. You had a fucking nice sleep," Jean laughed, grinning.

Marco laughed a bit, rubbing the nape of his neck, "Hee, yeah."

"The guys invited us to the beach, so I was 'He'll yeah, let's go!'" Jean said.

"I'll go, since the rain had probably cleared up, anyways, I'll have to go shopping for swimming short ((IDK WHATS ITS CALLED, I HAVE MEMORY LOSS))," Marco stood up, going to the bathroom.

"I ordered IHop, so you don't have to cook breakfast," Jean said, popping his head.

Marco jumped, and nodded. He was still tired, and didn't feel up to the mood.
Jean frowned, hating the attitude has.

"I'll let you do your stuff..." Jean quietly said, leaving Marco.

Marco sighed, has he did his morning routine.

"Marco, what's going up with the attitude? Why won't you talk about it?" Jean asked, cleaning the dishes.

"I'm just tired," Marco replied, shrugging.

"That's what you said! What's wrong?"

"I just told you! I'm tired!" Marco shot, rubbing his temples. He started to get a killing head ache.

"How am I suppose to know what's wrong? I'm not a fucking psychic!" Jean yelled, "I hate seeing you this way! Just fucking tell me! Your not okay! You need someone to talk to! Talk to me! Tell me what's wrong!"

"I don't want to talk about it! Just fucking leave me alone!" Marco snapped, walking towards his bedroom and slamming the door.

Jean stood there, watching as Marco leave to his bedroom. He shook his head, grabbing his phone from the counter, he dialed the only person Marco had talked to, Eren.

"Yo! What's up, Horse face?" Eren answered.

"Get your fucking fat ass here," Jean growled.

"What the fuck? What happened?" Eren asked, his voice sounded like he was going to die.

"Marco happened! He's not he's usual self, and you did something.'

"What? On my way," Eren hung up.

"He snapped!" Jean exploded.

Eren frowned, "Calm down, Calm down, I'll talk to him."

Eren walked upstairs to Marcos room. The door was closed, and he didn't hesitate to open. Marco sat on the windowsill, looking outside.

"Marco?" Eren asked, closing the door behind him. Marco turned to look at him, his face calm, and looked tired.
The brunette grabbed Marcos chair and sat next to him.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Marco didn't reply, he just stayed quiet, his lips not moving a bit.

"You didn't tell him..." Eren softly said, guessing. Marco nodded.

"It even affected you what Jean said...But why? Why did it affected you that hard?" The brunette asked.

Marco hesitated, pursing his lips, "I don't know...probably how severely sensitive I am..."

"Marco..." Eren looked at the boy with his emerald eyes, "Be strong, you know I'm here to talk. There's even Jean. He's worried SICK."

"He asked so many questions I snapped..."

Eren sighed, "Just remember me and Jean are here to talk to. I'm not helping you tell him about you, come one, Be your happy self. Do it for me...For Jean..."

Marco looked down outside, then his hands, pursing his lips. He nodded, "Okay..." He said, smiling softly.

Eren smiled, "That's it, Don't let your sensitivity get to you, Be strong."