Not The Same. [Jean x Reader]

Chapter Thirty-Seven.

You woke up the next day. You heard the rain go against the window and roof. You took a shower and changed into a plaid shirt with black skinny jeans. You brushed your hair and teeth, put on deodorant, etc. You left the bathroom and smiled. You ate (favorite breakfast) that you made.

Your Mom walked into the kitchen. Her eyes widened once she saw you. "(y/n)! I'm so sorry!" Her hair was messy and she was still in her pajamas.

"It's fine, Mom. I made breakfast. It only took me five tries." You smiled proudly. You never really made (favorite breakfast). So, you were new to making it.

Your Mom laughed. "Good job. I'm going to go freshen up. I'll be back in a bit."

You nodded and started eating your breakfast. Once you were done, your Mom returned. So did your Dad. He was probably already up. They thanked you for making breakfast and ate it, complimenting your work. You smiled and put the dishes on the dishwasher.

You heard the doorbell ring and had a confused expression on your head. You peeked out the window and saw Jean. You smiled and told your parents, asking if you can let him in or go with him. They agreed.

You opened the door. "Hey, Jean!" You hugged him.

He returned the hug. "Hey."

"Do you want to come in? Or. .?" You asked.

"Uh, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out outside." He said.

"In the rain?" You questioned.

"Yeah. If you don't want to, that's fine. I just--" You cut him off.

"One sec." You smiled and put on a pair of black boots. You had told your parents. You grabbed his hand and dragged him into the rain, pushing the door closed behind you.

You smiled and spun around in the rain. Jean wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, spinning around. You laughed.

Your hair was soaked, so were your clothes. You grabbed Jean's hand and walked towards the front door. "It's starting to thunder."

He let go of your hand before grabbing it again and leading you back into the rain. You were puzzled, but let him. Once he was standing in front of you, in the rain, he leaned in and kissed you.

You returned the kiss as the heavy rain fell on you. Your forehead was against his as you stared into his eyes and smiled. He smiled back.

You grabbed his hand and lead him inside the house.

"Hey, (y/n), can you please come over here?" You heard your Mom ask.

"Sure." You replied and glanced at Jean before entering the living room.

"Where's the powdered sugar?" Your Mom asked.

"In the top left cabinet." You answered, walking over to it. "Do you need it?"

"Yes. Thank you." She replied.

You nodded and handed it to her.

"You can go back over there with Jean." She said.

You thanked her and went back to where Jean was. But, he wasn't there. "Jean?" No reply. "Jean Kirstein? If you're pranking me, you're dead." Silence was the only reply. You walked towards your room and opened the door.

You looked around your room. "Jean?" Something tackled you from behind. You screamed and elbowed it before landing on the floor. Jean started laughing. You glared at him. "That wasn't funny."

"Aw, c'mon, it was a little funny." He smiled.

"No, it wasn't." You punched him in the arm.

He winced. "Okay, okay. Abusive girlfriend, geez."

"That's offensive." You scoffed, crossing your arms.

"I don't see how." He replied.

"There are actually abusive relationships. I only punched your arm. Some people have it worse, Jean. I feel bad for them and I can't do anything about it. I wish I could." You sighed.

Jean's face softened. "(y/n). . There's nothing you could do. There are just some cruel people in the world."

You nodded. "I know." You sat down on your bed and started playing with your fingers.

"(n/n), it's not your fault." He said, sitting beside you.

"I know. . Then, whose fault is it?" You asked, staring at your lap.

Jean kissed your cheek. "Not yours."

"Gosh, I love you." You blurted out. Your cheeks were tinted with light pink. "Sorry."

"For what? I love you too." He smiled.

You looked at him and smiled back. "That's good to hear."

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If you were once in an abusive relationship, I think this gives kinda a good message, in my opinion. I'm sorry you had to be in that.

I love all of you.

Shout out to MikimooCrew.

Anyway:

You know those concerts I made Jean and you go to? If you don't like them, please pretend you do. And I do include songs of bands I like in the story, yes.

But, if you don't like them, pretend please. For the sake of the story. I'm not trying to be rude. I respect your opinion, of course.

But, I absolutely don't like BAND HATE. I do respect your opinion, believe me. I just don't like it when people put bands I like down. For example, "The Vamps are stupid. How can you like that crap?" Because, I can. I don't mean to be rude. At all.

I got the notification that someone commented on an early chapter. When I went to view it, a comment was there, I saw band hate.

Of course, I deleted the comment. Because, I didn't want anyone else to see it, in the future.

Again, I'm not trying to be rude. You can like whatever bands you want. xx

I love you. And I'm sorry for this long discussion.