"Jean, wake up!" Marco hurried into his friends room, already dressed and ready to go. Pausing, he saw the lumps of pillows and blankets covering the bed. "Jean?" He stepped in further and went around the bed, to see Jean on the ground, his rear end in the air.
Chuckling, Marco went to his side and helped him sit up. "Marco, I don't feel good. Do we have to go?"
"It's not my fault you decided to drink so much last night. And yes we have to go, it would be rude not to attend." He stood and went to Jean's closet, pulling out the tuxedo he had brought for just the occasion. Hanging it on the door, there was a thump, causing him to turn around.
Jean was on the ground again, hugging his stomach and groaning. "I don't care if they get married. I mean it, it's not because of Mikasa."
Marco raised an eyebrow in amusement. Mikasa and Eren were getting married today, and Jean wasn't too happy about that. One, he didn't like Eren at all. They always fought and argued over little things. Two, he had developed a crush on the girl, but after awhile he claimed he was over it. Looking at him now, he knew it wasn't over in the slightest.
"Jean, I'm sorry that she's not marrying you, but you can't be rude." He stopped and his eyes widened in surprise. "Look at your hair!" He started laughing, holding his sides before covering his mouth to stop. Marco grabbed Jean and pulled him to his feet, seating him in front of the mirror and grabbing a comb.
Jean's face began to turn red as Marco fixed up his hair. "Your laugh is really cute." Marco dropped the comb and Jean covered his face.
Nodding slowly, trying to process what he said, his face burned and he walked out the room saying, "Hurry and get dressed, please." Though he was ecstatic that he said that about him.
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Shingeki no Kyojin Stories ~Requests Open~
FanfictionA collection of different SnK stories. Not all are reader-inserts and not all are happy. Some can even get a little smutty.
