Games, Vlogs, and One Hell of a Ride (Jeanmarco AU)

Chapter 5: Jean

"Hey mom, I'm home!" I call, slamming the front door shut.

"How was your day dear?" she yells from the living room.

"It was certainly a day. I'll be in my room if you need me." The school days have become longer and longer recently. Junior year is stressful as hell, especially right before the finals. At least there are only a few days left. That and I have Marco to talk to as soon as I come home.

It's only been a couple weeks since he sent me that first email, but we became instant best friends. We've already skyped quite a few times. It's really weird because this stuff doesn't usually happen to me, but we just have this connection that I can't explain. I'm just so excited to go see him this summer. We haven't made any official plans, but it's gotta happen.

I just chalk it all up to 'I want to make a collab with him for my channel,' but deep down it's more than that. He's attractive, funny, sweet — but I won't let my thoughts go much further than that. He's just a friend, and even if I felt something for him, he lives hours away. It would just be too complicated.

That, and I'm pretty sure he's super straight.

I close the door to my room and flop down on my bed, belly first. As soon as I do, my phone happily chimes to notify me that I have a message.

Marco: Hey buddy, wanna Skype?

Well, I do have a lot of studying to do...

Jean: sure man, lemme get my laptop.

As soon as I fetch it from the floor, it starts making that horrible noise to tell me I have a Skype call. It may be a horrible noise, but at least now Marco is the one that comes with it, and that makes it a nice noise.

I accept the call without really looking, and the screen displays Reiner's big stupid head.

"What are you doing, you oversized pug?"

He laughs his big hearty laugh and replies, "Well I decided I wanted to Skype you, so I picked up this big shiny rectangle called a laptop, and then I pushed a bunch of little buttons, and here I am."

"Ha ha," I say sarcastically. "Well why don't you do some more magic and get out of here, meat head?"

"What, I'm not allowed to Skype you?"

I sigh dramatically. "No, I was just expecting a call from someone else."

"I'm literally your only friend, who would else would Skype you? Your Grangran?"

Just then, another box pops up beside the frame containing Reiner's image.

Fuck. It's Freckles.

Reiner of course sees Marco as well, and a little surprise shows on his face. But it quickly turns to pure evil, and I know this is how I'm going to die.

I give Reiner the shut-the-fuck-up-or-die look, but he just completely ignores me. This is fan-fucking-tastic.

"Heyyy, who's your friend, Jean?"

Marco chuckles nervously but doesn't say anything.

"Reiner," I say with a hint of contempt, "This is my friend Marco."

Princess Muscles grins. "Well helloo, Marcooo!"

"Ahh.. Nice to meet you Reiner," he says, smiling awkwardly. "But I actually have to go, so I'll see you later Jean." And just like that, he exits the call.

For a moment we just sit in silence, but that side of beef can never keep his mouth shut for long.

"So, how did you meet Pretty Boy Marco?" He says tauntingly. "In a game of Marco Polo?"

"You're not funny. He's just a guy I met through Youtube."

"Ooh, Youtube. Right. You sure you didn't meet him on Tinder?"

"Okay can you shut the hell up? He's a friend."

"Whatever you say."

In the brief pause between his cutting words, I say "I need to get some studying done, and I suggest you do the same. It might be pretty tough for a pug to pass Callaghan's final."

Before he can say anything, I click off and log off of my laptop.

The last thing I need is Reiner poking around. Ever since he found out I was bi, he just has to make a comment every fucking time I even mention a guy's name. Whatever though, because Marco is a friend.

A friend.

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A/N
Ok so just a warning, i'm gonna be updating at random times, so don't be expecting me to actually update every day. I just happen to be very inspired right now. Anyways, I hope you guys are enjoying!