The Fault In Our Freckles (JeanMarco Fanfic)

Chapter 1

It was a normal day, a normal life for Marco Bodt. Everyday, he goes to the same coffee shop then every week the same doctor. Pulling a oygen tank behind him everywhere he goes or when to the coffee shop, he wears it. Nothing has really changed in his life but having a stronger relationship with Jean Kirstein.
Today Marco was wearing a light blue Holister t-shirt, over it was a dark blue parka. The oxygen tank over the parka like a backpack. He also wore tan kakhis with a pen, tissue, and his leather wallet in the back pocket.
Marco cheerfully waltzed into the coffee shop and leaned on the counter a bit.
"Hey Marco," a familiar voice is heard, Connie Springer, "I thought it was you. The usual?"
The freckled boy nodded his head with a smile and dished out five dollars for his favorite chilled mocha with half and half. Connie put Marco's name on the cup and made it right away. Then putting it on the other side of the counter with a nod.
Marco grabbed his cup and started to head out in the cold. Every breath he took felt like coldness in his lungs that was heavy to bare with. It's a few days before Thanksgiving in Milwaukee, Wisconsin and his appartment was a few blocks away. He decided to walk than wasting gas in the busy town. He could of taken the bus but why be on a transporting device with unknown faces and concerned people.
Every step the black haired boy took was a moment closer to home until a loud virbrating sound is heard from Marco's breast pocket. He quickly opens his pocket and answers the call with a great amount of joy hoping it was Jean.
"Hello is this Marco Bodt?" the low voice seemed concerned. It was a voice that nobody wanted to hear. It was as if someone in his family has died.
Marco replied with a stuttered yes with a slight deep inhale.
"So we have your test results and they don't mean good. I would like you to meet me tomorrow for another check up." The doctor always wanted Marco to get better so he makes last minute checks before the holidays but this time Marco was busy.
Marco was going away for the holidays with Jean and today was the day when he would know when to leave for tomorrow. They are taking a trip to see the freckled boy parents and younger brother also a few other family members.
"I'm sorry but I can't I'm bording a plane tomorrow and-" the doctor cuts him off and continues to ramble about Marco's saftey with planes and out of the state traveling. "I don't want to argue with you but cancel my appointment. I said I was busy," he paused, then continued to talk "Somtimes you have to take a few risks in life and not to keep following the old routines."
The black haired young adult hung up his phone to put it where it orignally was on his way back and chuckled softly while he continued to walk home.
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Marco walked through the front doors of his appartment complex and headed into an empty elevator and hit the button to go on the sixth floor. While waiting a few seconds another loud vibration can be heard from his breast pocket. He grabed the phone while the elevator rose and put the phone to his ear.
Marco answered with a cheery voice and a slight twinkle in his eyes.
"Hey Marco, my main man! What's up?" It was Jean finally.
The elevator got to the sixth floor and Marco walked out with a soft chuckle.
"Nothing much Jean. You?"
"Well why don't you see?"
"W-what do you mean?" Finally Marco made it to his apartment door and opened it with a slight smile.
Then he saw before him that Jean was sitting on the couch and Marco tucked his phone in his pocket. Then putting his arms up to give a giant hug to Jean. Jean gets up and hugs Marco tightly.
Marco stuttered out a small hello and pulled his oxygen tank higher so it doesn't fall off.
"When are we leaving Jean?"
"Well I was hoping now." Jean knew if they made it there in an hour they would get some extra free time.
"Well let me grab my stuff and let's hit the road." The freckles boy smiled and nodded his head softly.
The ashen haired boy rejected and told Marco that he already packed the bags in the car. So they both headed off with a hop skip and jump.
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They got to the airport and had time to kill before their flight. The security had a brief conversation with Marco about his cancer when they where waiting to pass through the medal detector.
Then after they went to Caribou coffee and Marco ordered a "Ho Ho Ho Mint Mocha Cooler" and Jean ordered a "Campfire Mocha Cooler" with extra marshmallows.
So after they sat at the plane terminal together and waited till they got called to go on the flight.
Until a person glares at the two and grunts out "fucking gays." Jean immediately stood up and darted his head to the person. Marco then grabbing Jeans pants loop and calmed him down.
Marco giggled at the person. They weren't dating, they where just really good friends trying to get something out of the world. Trying to get all the happiness they ever wanted in life that they couldn't get as children.
The black haired strolled up to get onto the plane with the ashen haired behind him. They stayed close together, always and forever.
Both of their seats where next to each other so they kept each other company.
After a while of chatting to people close by, the flight started to take off.
Marco stared out the window and wondered it would be like if he could fly. If he could have wings and spread them apart so far and each feather feeling a soft updraft. The feeling of relief and the smell of fresh air in his lungs. To carry his oxygen tank with ease, heck maybe not even carrying it at all.
He would feel to finally be free.