I Found Love ~a JeanMarco fanfic~

1-Beginning

MARCO

"Is it totally lame if I'm just a little bit scared?" Marco asked, pleading eyes searching for a helpful answer in his short but stocky friend Reiner.

"Totally. You're just being a baby," He replied, and Marco put on his pouty face. "You'll be fine, everyone does it, probably with less complaining too. You're lucky you don't have to stay in a dorm too, You should be happy." Reiner finished, and Marco knew he had a point. Thanks to reiner for the no dorm part, too. His family was super rich, so renting a house of his own near campus was no biggie. And since they were such close friends, Marco easily had in on it.

"You get to come home every day and relax! Isn't that good enough for you?" Marco turned away.

"Of course it is..." He replied, his voice shrinking with guilt. He should never have been so lousy. After all, how could he possibly be afraid of a new school with new teachers in a new city and new student peers?

Seriously, Marco. How lousy.

But his buddy Reiner walked off with not another word, and Marco tried at a smile. It would be fine, right? Living here would be great....he had nothing to worry about. And those positive thoughts made his faked smile a bit more genuine, as he walked up the stairs into his new bedroom.

He had boxes of stuff all over and wasn't in the mood to unpack. Instead, he flopped right on the uncovered mattress, and found himself falling fast asleep...at such terrible timing.

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Three thousand years later, a sleepy Marco was awaken harshly by a tall brunette: Berthold. He was the nicer of the two, that was without a doubt.

"Marco...Marco, get up!" He was shaken quite unkindly and Marco bolted upright, rubbing his eyes roughly.

"Whaaaaat," He replied, trying to get a real sense of how long he was asleep.

"It's morning already, Marco. Don't you have classes or something?" He asked, raising his eyebrows inquisitively.

Marco's eyes opened wide as he realized how late it was, checking his phone in terror. But if he hurried, he would hopefully make it to the last part of class...he wouldn't miss it all if he could help it!

Luckily, Marco had prepared for his courses the day before, as they would be his first ever university class. Grabbing his bag and disregarding anything else Berthold had to say, he was out the door and running to campus.

Six minutes later, he bolts in the door, catching the attention of every student sitting in their seats. All of these freshmen making it to their first class on time...Marco had wanted to be one of them ;(

Lousy Marco at it again.

Quietly, but still breathing hard from the long run, he found the nearest seat beside him and tried his hardest to focus. But for the most part, he was still chastising himself for missing so much of this class. A calculus class nonetheless, where the first class included the first lesson and first assignment.

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At the end of the day, he didn't want to reward himself with a warm treat, it wasn't what he deserved. But he did it anyway, stopping at a coffee shop before heading home, wanting to at least be able to finish some assignments before tomorrow.

Head in the clouds, he didn't realize the long line had shrunk. He didn't even know why there was such a long line. It was after noon and coffee isn't exactly the best nighttime remedy.

"Hello? Are you ready to order?" Someone asked, and Marco was brought back to Earth. Or heaven. He couldn't really tell, because the stranger with the smooth voice was so damn handsome...it had to be heaven, right?

"Oh-uh, hi! Yes, hello! I'll just have...Hm...."

"Good thing you're at the end of the line," The stranger muttered.

"Huh, what?" Marco asked, wondering if the beautiful stranger had said something to him.

"No, nothing, take your time I guess..." Marco smiled apologetically, and the stranger on the other side of the counter raised an eyebrow. Marco's sweet smile, strong jaws and caramel colored skin...not to mention his dark freckles, like sparkling stars in the sky of his face...any straight man could be attracted to it. Even this poor coffee shop employee, who wanted nothing more than to just go home. And look at this pretty man...that too.

But Marco spoke up at last and the stranger began making his coffee, wondering why he was so caught off guard by the physical features of the other man.

The stranger, with an quite hipster haircut, but with such luscious hair, had beautiful eyes, a charming toughness to them. His eyebrows played his emotions like a record, his tone set on the enamor station.

"And your name?" The stranger asked, handing Marco a cup made so sadly by a trainee who never bothered to learn right.

"Um, but I have my coffee already," Marco replied, confused and wondering if the process had somehow shifted. Perhaps in the thousands of years he was asleep, coffee shops began putting the name on after it was in your hands.

"Oh, yeah, of course. Have a- uh- nice day." The stranger said, the words slithering out slowly, as it seemed so unnatural to have to say them to this beautiful thing.

"Sure, sure...you too," Marco tried, walking away quickly, hoping that next time, the person serving him wouldn't be so terribly awkward.

A/N First chapter whoooo. Hope it was moderately decent, thanks for reading! CIAOOOOO, LOVES