『Jean's POV』
The walk to Marco's apartment was short, but in the city it never takes long to go anywhere. The small, luscious green trees on the side of the road were our shade, the signs were our guides, and the scorching sun was our motivation to hurry up because it wasn't very comfortable to just walk in. I guess it was more of a jog to his apartment- well, going as fast as you can without running into people, cars or bikes.
The door to his apartment is a classic, almost tan brown that you could find almost anywhere in Boston. The building itself was made of stone-- which you could also find almost anywhere. I watched as Marco quickly popped his phone out of his pocket, typing so fast I couldn't even see what letters he was pushing. I tapped his shoulder.
"Are we going in or-" I started. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I shot Marco a partial smile, and he was covering his hand with his mouth to keep from laughing. I rolled my eyes and unlocked my phone. My lock screen was a screenshot that I took while playing Skyrim a while back, my home screen a picture of my old garden back home. It's kind of fitting, home for my home screen, ya know?
I opened up the "messages" app and burst out laughing at what I saw.
Marco: Heyyyy ;) Netflix n chill? ;) my parents r out rn so letz hav sum fun ;) ;) ;)
It really shouldn't have been as funny as it was... I had to think of something to reply.
『 Marco's POV』
I was so glad that Jean knew I was joking, otherwise, we'd be in a pretty awkward situation. I don't know what inspired me to send that but hey, I did, and it turned out being hilarious. One of the best feelings someone can have is when they make others laugh in my opinion.
Jean: Heyyyyyyy,, ya,, wen shud I come over? ;)
Marco: Liek nao wud b good ok ;) u busy?
Jean: Uhm kinda, I wuz just about to take a shouer...
Marco: ;) without me? :') oh you meany!
Jean: OMG YOU'RE SO FUNNY!!1!1¡ but yea, srry
Marco: At least send n00dz do plz ;) or b00ti pix ;) ;) ;)
Jean: Uhm...
Marco: Whoops my parrot just walked all over my keyboard and the asked for n00dz?!1! Rood omg sry
Jean: O lol wut kind of parrot?
Marco: Idk
Jean: K c u in after I take mi shouer :) ;) :)
Marco: Can't wate beb;;);))
By the end of the conversation, we had tears in our eyes.
"CAN PARROTS EVEN TYPE ON PHONES?!?! I THINK THEIR CLAWS WOU-" Jean began.
"SHHHH! Not everyone is done with school you know," the kid across the hall glared at us and poked his shiny, round glasses up, "we're trying to study here!"
"AND WE'RE TRYING TO LAUGH HERE, SO YOU CAN SHUT THE F*CK UP!" Jean shouted in return. At first I thought he would turn to me laughing like any normal, happy person would, but instead, he looked a little mad. I had to slam my lips together and yet again stop myself from laughing. This guy was feisty, but that's not what made me laugh. He looked up at me as if to say, "can you believe this guy?!" And the reason I found this so funny was simple: He had to look up at me, and I had to look down to him. There was a height difference of probably a few inches there. I opened the door and we walked into my little apartment.
"Can you just close that god damn door?" Jean scoffed.
"No, it's much better to face this kind of thing with a sense of poise and rationality," I replied. Jean perked up, his eyes getting all excited rather than angry.
"You speak Panic!ese? " he asked.
"What the hell is that?" I chuckled, "I listen to Panic! At The Disco, yes, if that's what your asking. "
"You know, I've only really known you for a few hours and I already feel like we're going to make a great team," Jean smiled and sat down in front of the TV. "So, what're we playing?"
I shut the door quietly and sat down next to him.
"Ever crashed a car?" I asked, he rolled his eyes.
"All the doo-da day," he sassily replied, "why do you ask?"
"Well, I have this racing game I like to play, but I never play," I started making little finger quotes, "by the rules," I winked, only to laugh a second later.
"Alright, how to you play, bad boy?" Jean asked sarcastically.
"Well, my friend, in this case, you," I pointed at Jean, who rolled his eyes again, "and I choose the biggest cars, in this case, Hummers, and crash them together, saying things like, "BARBARA!" I covered my forehead with the back of his hand and threw my neck back, "YOU KNOW I HAVE TO TAKE TIMMY TO SOCCER PRACTICE! PLEASE DON'T TRY TO POP HIS BALL NOW!" I exclaimed in quite possibly the highest pitch I could go.
"Sounds great. Let's come up with names," Jean chuckled.
"Susanna."
"Shirley."
"Beverly."
"Clarissa."
"Cindy."
"Beatrice."
"Alright, out of those, I'd like to be Cindy," I announced.
"I'd like to be Shirley. Let's do this thing!" Jean shoved his fist up to the sky, and I copied.
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The Judges of the World (JeanxMarco)
Fiksi PenggemarMarco, a tall, peppy boy, and Jean, a guy who needs to figure out who he is and not who his parents were raising, find themselves both locked into the position of judge. You could say it's a courtroom, but even more so, it's a runway of heavy critic...
