JeanMarco (Boy x Boy College AU)

Not At All

When they were about a block away from Jean's dorm, only then did he realize that his room was complete shit.  

Dammit, why didn't I think about that?! I can't tell him that he can't come over.... that's just fucking rude.... 

"Uh... Marco?"

"Yeah?" he seemed content with himself, walking with long strides that even Jean had trouble keeping up. 

"My dorm is... er.... crappy. And I didn't wanna be rude and tell you that we can't hang out, because you're nice and all, and..." 

"We can hang out some other time if you want, or we can go to a cafe or something." he grinned. "Or I can help you clean up." 

Jean's face grew red. "Oh my god no there is stuff that my dorm mate left and I kept for some reason and just noooo." 

Marco snickered. "Fine, we can go to my dorm. It's clean and doesn't have dirty magazines or anything." he grabbed Jean's hand and tugged him towards the southern area of the college dorms. "And you walk slow, so hurry up. Or get surgery for your legs." 

"I don't have money to get surgery, and if they screw up, I'll be in a fucking weel chair. So no." The afternoon sun glared down at them, the tops of cars so hot that you would be able to fry eggs on them. "Its so hot... why does it have to be June?" 

"Dunno.... Wait, I got it. So that teachers can give us extra work to cram in towards the end of the year." he dug his hand into his pocket and took out a key chain. On it was the college logo and a few other charms Jean did not recognize. "My dorm's on the second floor, so its not too bad. And during the day, the sun doesn't hit it so much so that its practically a sauna." 

Marco opened the door to his room. It was simple but nice, with two beds, though only one looked like it was occupied. The walls were grey, and a bookshelf stood on one side, and a dresser stood on the other. A keyboard sat next to the bookshelf, and posters were taped on one side of the room. 

"Guess you're the only one living here, huh?" 

"Yeah, my dorm mate had to go to Russia or something, his mom had health problems... kinda lonely, but nice, I suppose." he plopped down on the bed. "You can sit, if you want." 

Jean thought of a cat as he watched Marco stretch out on the bed, tensing his muscles and arching his back. He noticed the bruises that marked Marco's arms and neck again. 

He sat down on the other bed and propped his elbows on his knees. "Where'd ya get those bruises?" 

Marco froze and glanced at Jean. "Um..." 

Jean realized what he had said and slapped himself inwardly. "Sorry, you don't have to answer, its none of my business." 

"No, its fine." Marco's puppy dog eyes stared up at the ceiling. "You know those guys who push other kids into the lockers and shove them into the walls?" he didn't wait for an answer before he went on, "They decided that I'm their new punching bag, because they found out I was gay." 

Jean sucked in a breath but kept listening. 

"And they stalk me on social media, so I haven't been on my twitter or instagram account for a while. And I don't want to make a huge deal, its already bad enough as it is." tears were gathering up in his eyes and he flipped over onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. "I thought I'd be able to get away from stuff like this because its college, but its almost exactly the same as it was in middle school and high school. The world is unfair, but I really wish that the more important things were fair, you know?" he looked up at Jean with silent tears streaming down his face. "You don't.... feel disgusted, do you?" 

Marco's bed creaked with Jean's weight. "Not at all, Marco." he smiled softly and patted Marco's leg. "Not at all." 

No one's reading this. *cries* Oh well its kinda hard for me to get on the computer so.... it doesn't get updated too often. 

Pleeeeaaaaase give me advice if you have something you think I can improve on. 

Yeah, i know, my chapters are pretty damn short. I'll work on that. 

Also, I'll try to edit more of it later. 

Love y'all  <3