Video Stars- JeanMarco fanfic (BoyxBoy)

Cheater

"I-it's no one." He said

"Really?! Who the hell is calling you babe?!" I screamed at the camera

"It's a French thing! They call everyone babe!" He lied

"Then why is there someone with you?!"

"Room service?"

"Oh no, that's not it Marco why would you do this to me?!" I said starting to cry

"Jean it was a mistake-"

"No! I don't want to hear it! And it's Jean!" I said shutting off my camera.

I started to cry, why would Marco cheat? I thought he loved me. Was I not good enough for him? What is he
Really doing in Paris?! That's it, I need to go there. I need to find out. I ran to my room and found a suitcase I practically threw my closet in There. I grabbed my charger, car keys, and phone. I headed out the door and drove to the airport.

"One ticket for the next flight to Paris." I said walking up to the ticket counter.

"I'm sorry but the next flight we have for Paris is in... Three days." The guy said

"Three days! I don't have that long. Is there no seats?!" I asked

"Well... I can see what I can do but you're going to have to do something for me." He said

"Okay what is it?"

He leaned in and whispered something in my ear.

"You want me to do that?!" I practically yelled

"Either that or wait three days." He shrugged

"Ugh fine." I said taking the room key for the hotel in the airport and going to the room. Soon he came to the room and I was scared out of my fucking mind.

"Strip." He commanded me

I did as I was told, god this feels weird, like I'm being raped but my choice. Once done he walked forward and sniffed my neck. What is up with this dude?

-

"There's one seat For first class." He said

"I'll take it."

•at Paris•

I found out where Marco was staying and I was able to get a key. I took a breath, moment of truth. I unlocked the door and saw clothes on the floor. They were all Marco's. What the hell?

"Jean?" He asked

"Yeah?" I said unamused

"Why are you here?" He asked excitedly getting ready to hug me

"Well I was trying to catch you in bed with that little boy toy of yours. Yeah but I failed." I said crossing my arms

"Jean it was a mistake. He came on to me-"

"I should have known! It's one of the boys in that picture isn't it!"

"Jean I didn't know-"

"It is?! Oh my god I should've known. Oh I'm so stupid!" I picked up my suit case and stormed out.

•back at their house•

I filled my suit case with everything I owned. I left my key as well as a note on the table and walked out for the final time. I didn't know where I was going to go. So I decided to hit up my old friend Mikasa.

"Hey Mikasa... I need a place to stay so I was wondering if-"

"Of course you can stay with me." She said

•at mikasa's house•

I rang the door bell and she answered.

"Hey Jean." She said opening the door so I could get in

"Hey Mikasa." I sighed setting my stuff down

"So what happened?" She asked

"Marco cheated on me." I said getting teary eyed

"Oh... I'm sorry, but if he's in Paris then why are you here?" She asked again

"Well I couldn't stand to look at anything he owned." I said sitting on the couch

"Oh, okay." She said going to the kitchen.

•Marco's pov•

I sat in my hotel room and cried, I cried until I felt I couldn't any more, but even then I cried. But then it hit me. Life here wasn't very different from life anywhere else. Just the language was different. Besides that we did everything the same. I quickly wiped my tears and wrote up my paper. I packed everything and headed to the airport. I got on a flight back home and took a cab to our apartment. I unlocked the door and walked in.

"Jean?!" I screamed

No answer...

"Jean are you home?!" I yelled running to his room

Nothing...

I gave up and went to the kitchen table, I saw a note and-

His key.

The tears started up again as I read the note.

Dear Marco,
        At this rate I shouldn't even have to write 'dear' but whatever. This is a letter of hiatus. Yep, I've gone away and won't be back until I'm ready. I assume that would be a while. So I left my key that way it won't tempt me. Keep the jacket, keep the apartment, keep the memories. I don't want them back. Please, I really don't. I'll come back when I'm ready.
                          Your ex,
                                  Jean Kirschstein
The tears came faster and faster like a waterfall on a loop. I wasn't ready for this, I wasn't ready for my life to be destroyed.

>Months later<

The memories of Jean stayed fresh. I barley did anything. One day I ran out of food but since I didn't have a job and Jean was the one who usually supplied food I didn't have the money to buy any and pay rent. I had some pocket money I'd saved up. I went to the nearby cafe. Once inside I saw a very familiar face wearing a red beanie, blue scarf, and his famous black hoodie. He was looking at his phone waiting for his order. I got in line and it was as if he knew I was there. He looked up and glared at me. I looked down and the lady took my order. I paid and sat down. I heard the scrapping of a chair against the floor. I looked up to see Jean sitting across from me.

"I'm not mad." He said taking my hands

"Y-you aren't?" I asked

"No, I realized that there really was no need to be mad. I've been wanting to come home but I just couldn't. But I want to, I want to right now. I want to stop my hiatus and I want to be with you Marco. I want to have what we had before. Love, I want us to forget about it and love each other again. Can we please do that?" He asked

"I'd love that Jean." I said crying