You're the Music of My Heart

Seven: Yzma's in Town

I remember walking out of Jean's dorm and despite my terrible headache and my sore eye, I was a bit jittery and nervous. Was it because I was in... Jean's room?

It was pretty messy all around, clothes and books scattered all over the floor, maybe even a couple pizza boxes from the night before, but it was okay, it kind of fitted Jean anyways. I guess I didn't mind.

The one thing that was on mind though was him helping me. Those two jerks back there... I was so scared there were going to do something worse. It terrifies me, I truly was. And Jean being there to save me, I could thank him more than ever.

I just knew that deep inside his two-tone rebellious hair style, his somewhat small body (he proved me that wrong though), and his bitter personality, there had to be something genuine and loving about the guy, and it just made my heart flutter so darn much.

Once I reach my dorm however, I begin to panic. Oh no, what will Mr. Smith say when he sees me like this? I don't want to look bad for world's and I don't want to make it give off a bad vibe for the orchestra...

I decide to take a quick shower before the movie tonight and I grab a towel and head to the bathroom for a shower.

Now, don't assume I'm some super rich kid that gets to have a bathroom and stuff in their dorm because their parents spoil them rotten. I was just lucky that my dorm did come with one, and thank goodness Armin was neat and tidy like me. As a matter of fact, I'm from a casual middle class family. Honestly, I don't think we could've been more casual than ever. A normal 2-story house in an average neighborhood with a typical high school. But I guess playing orchestra at high school rubbed off to people as a snobby rich kid but I wasn't at all.

I step into the bathroom and take off my clothes, looking at myself in the mirror before I was able to step in. Then I realized how badly I looked.

My black eye was still sore with an emaciated purple shade, my arms were bruised and scraped and my neck had a cut on it. I didn't look good but with friends coming over I had to talk to them about it. I was fine now, really, but because this happened a lot I had to reassure it to them that I really was okay. I step in the shower into the hot water and my back tilts backwards due to its tickliness (probably not even a word). My neck stings from the big cut though. I'm sure Mr. Smith was bound to point it out to me tomorrow. Not wanting to criticize other parts of my body, I decide to put on some shampoo and body soap and after rinsing it off, I get out.

As I step out, I realize the inevitable; I forgot to grab a pair of clothes. Oh, man. What an idiot. I wrap the towel around my waist and open the door, trying to get to my dresser as quick as possible. I manage to grab a pair of underwear and my shirt and shorts before I can race over to the shower room and change when I hear a knock at the door and see it open. Crap!

I sprint to the bathroom and close the door and change as fast as I can, hollering, "I'll be out in just a minute!"before opening the door and walking out to my bathroom. "Oh, hey Jean."

He was standing in the corner of the room, his leg kicked back against the wall. "Hey. How're you feeling? Any better?" I was too busy staring into him when I realized he asked a question. Gosh darn, was he so freaking cute.

"Y-yes?" I stutter out in a giant mess and Jean grins. "That's good. But you still seem out of it a bit, did I scare you when I came in here?" I snap out of my reverie and I laugh. "Well, not really, just startled me. I just got out of the shower." He nods and walks towards my bed and sits on it. "Sorry I came over early. I didn't know if you just started the movie as soon as everybody got here or what. I brought microwaveable popcorn by the way." I smile and take it out of hands, resting it on the table. "Thanks, you didn't have to." He looks away and strokes his chin. "Yeah. But I'm your guest, I wouldn't want you having to get all of the food. Besides, I still owed you from lunch. It was really sweet."

Oh. "Well, you saving me back there was more then plenty. How about were equal now?" I inquire and he nods. "Deal."

"Oh, Marco?" I look up at him in concern for his worried tone. "Hm?" "Those two guys... did you see who it was?" I try to think back from a couple of hours ago but my mind is still blank. "N-no. I don't, I'm really sorry..." I look down in sadness. "I was thinking that we should report those assholes. They don't deserve to get away with it at all-" "I-I'm fine, let's not." I suggest. "I don't want any more people coming after me, besides, we didn't know who it was so its not worth it."

"Are you sure?" Jean asks. "What they did, was legitimate harassment. They can't get away with it." I look out at the window to see two birds sitting on an icy twig chirping out to each other. "Yeah, I've made up my mind. I don't want them to get in trouble." I hear Jean scowl but after he says, "Alright."

Just then, the door opens and two large figures walk in. "Oi, where's my subs?" "Reiner, oh hey Jean!" I look over to see the two lovebirds walk in together with Annie behind them. "Hey Marco," she says with a monotone voice. "Who's that?" I see Jean blush in embarrassment and it's really adorable. "Oh, I'm Jean. Nice to... uh meet you," he holds out a hand but she walks away, rejecting it. Usual Annie. I smile.

"Sorry, she's not a very sentimental person," I retort. "She never does that to anyone."

Armin then walks in. "Hey Marco! Wait-holy crap! Are you okay?!? What happened?!?" Reiner then looks at me and notices as well. "Who the fuck did that to you?!" he bellows. Annie even begins to get into it. "I'll whoop their asses before they can even cry out for their moms."

"It's fine, you guys-"

"No douchebag is gonna hurt you ever again!" Reiner exclaimed. "I swear to God, if they touch you-" "Honey! Stop!" Bert'l tries to reassure by snuggling into him.

"Anyways, how bout we start the movie?" I ask and pop the disc in the DVD player.

"Oh, I brought drinks by the way," Armin points out, resting several liters of soda on the wood table. "Aw, man! Beer sounds great right now... and a couple of shots of vodka... and a bottle of whiskey..." "Hehhhh, not right now, Reiner," Bert'l then gets closer to him.

"Eh, I need caffeine anyways," Jean says. He plops down on my bed and I do the same next to him without being creepy. Then he gets up and puts the popcorn in the microwave and in a minute, it's finished and he puts it in a big plastic bowl.

As the movie went on and the Sun began to set, I found myself inching closer and closer to Jean. Annie was on a cushion on the floor, Armin was on his bed and Bert'l and Reiner were on the sofa making out and spooning.

I remember that funny alpaca, llama thing named Cusco and Yzma as a cat and Kronk fighting for a vile at the end of the movie until my eyes began to get weary. At this point, I know my head is resting on his soft chest and I almost feel like his is too to me. But at this rate, I'm so tired that I begin to see my vision gets fuzzy from a long day and I fall asleep on Jean and I enter a sleepy dark void of nothingness.