(Jean X Marco) Welcome To My Life

Chapter 1

A disgruntled teen sat at the counter in a lone coffee shop on a Sunday. The most boring day of all, figuring that most people had church, it didn't matter however, he liked the quietness of the empty shop, it being the complete opposite of his noisy home. A little bit to much. A ding was heard at the door just a few meters ahead. A dark-haired, freckled boy stood at the door. His clothes and figure screamed dork. He walked up to the counter. "Hello, I would like a vanilla cappuccino please." The boy at the counter grunted and stood, then he made the coffee.

The blonde-haired boy handed him the coffee. "Thanks uhh... -" "Jean, my name is Jean." Jean said. He sounded less like a dick when he said that. The freckled stranger smiled, and he replied with his name, holding out his hand. "I'm Marco Bodt, nice to meet you." He said with the most carefree grin. Everything about Marco seemed familiar, like he already knew him, but Jean didn't say anything.

Jean took his hand and shook it. "Are you new around here, I've never seen you before." Marco smiled again, God he was such a dork. "Actually I just moved here, I'm going to go to the high school here." Jean smiled a little. "Hey, I go to the school here. Maybe I could show you around." He said. "That would be nice, thank you Jean." Marco replied. Then as quickly as he showed up, he left, another ding sounding as the door closed.

Jean hummed to himself for a while before realizing one thing, he just made a friend. If not a friend, but maybe an acquaintance, but still. He knew someone that was probably his age, and someone that wouldn't mind talking to him. This time Jean walked out of the coffee shop happy, as appose to his usual ass mode, as his mom would call it.

He walked back to his house. His parents were wealthy, you could tell. Why he had to work, well his parents are the most selfish people in the town, they won't spend a penny on Jean. He walked through the door and went to his room, he ignored all other noises. His stupid dad playing poker in the other room, and his bitchy mom cooking. It was all the same. He sat on his bed and took a deep breath. It was around 9 o'clock, and Jean felt more tired than usual, so he decided to go to sleep early.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Jean woke with a start, the loud beeps coming from his alarm clock eerily reminded him of his last friend. His last friend whom he never wanted to talk about had died in a car crash. The beeps reminded him of the machine he was hooked to, then it was all one beep, ringing in the room, he had loved Lucas like a brother, and he knew he would never see Lucas again. Jean went to shower, cleaned up, and walked to school. It was a cold morning, Jean was lucky the school was only two blocks away.

He opened the doors to the main building, warm air covered his cold red cheeks, and he took a breath. He blinked his eyes open and took in his surroundings. He spotted two people, a woman at a desk, and the freckled boy he met yesterday. Marco. Jean walked up to him. "Hey, Jean, right? Did you keep your promise?" Marco asked cheerily. "Yeah, c'mon." Jean beckoned for Marco to follow him. "So my locker is number 126." Marco stated. Jean took Marco to the locker and showed him how to use the lock.

"You seemed to know where this locker was pretty fast, did a friend have this locker?" Jean nodded. "Did they move, or something?" Marco asked, curious as a cat. "Or something." Jean answered emptily, like an empty shell. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Marco softened. "What is your first hour?" Jean asked, changing the subject. Marco, so naive, fell for it and said the number. "Room 7." He said. Jean brightened. "That's the same as me, I'll take you. Marco smiled and followed him.

They spent A nice hour in Chemistry, going over the rules they had learned in 7th grade, so they already knew all of it. Until then, the two passed notes.
'So your friend, how did he pass?'
'He died in a car crash.' Jean scribbled and passed the note.
'Did he have dark hair and light freckles with green eyes?'
Jean stared back at the words.
'Yes.'
Marco frowned sadly at the paper, and he wrote something.
'He was my cousin Lucas Kane, wasn't he?"
Jean crumbled the note and nodded. He didn't want to talk anymore. He just met a stranger, and it felt like he knew him forever. Jean already knew they were friends.