(Jean X Marco) Welcome To My Life

Chapter 3

        "Jean!" Marco shouted from across the street. It looked to be a busy day, cars buzzed through the streets, and when the street finally cleared Jean went to Marco. "Marco, it's been a year, how are you?" Jean asked impatiently. "It's been great Jean, I have a girlfriend, my mom has gotten better, and I'm so happy." Marco said with a big grin. "A girlfriend?" Jean asked quietly. "What, did you think I was gay, silly Jean, you always were the friend that needed as much help as they could get." Marco laughed out. Jean stood there silently. "Right, well I have to go, bye Marco." Jean said before dashing back through the street, past they cars, and away for good.

        "Marco Please, I-I- I think I love you." Jean said drowsily as he woke from his sleep. His face was slick with tears, and his hair was very messy. It was Christmas break, right after the winter formal, which was when he and Marco had gone to Marco's house and played the Xbox instead of going. It was close to Christmas, and flakey, white crystals fell almost everyday, down from the gray sky. Jean decided to go get Marco a gift. He hadn't had the slightest clue about what Marco would like, but it had to mean something. So Jean went shopping, and he brought all his money that he had earned from his job.

       Jean dragged his cast through the store, stumbling every now and then. He thought about everything that Marco liked. Art, Animals, Corny Jokes, Cartoons. With all the information Jean needed he just wandered the store. He had soon found the art section. It smelled of plastic and glue, and it felt warm for some odd reason, like a comfy type of warm. Colors like a rainbow surrounded Jean, every type of paint, every glue, and fabric, it was all here. Jean grabbed every color of Acrylic paint, then he grabbed at least twenty canvases, along with many brushes. He paid with all his money, and barely had any change left.

        When Jean got back to his home he searched for more money after throwing the art supplies onto his bed. As soon as he found two hundred dollars in a jar behind his lamp, he went on the internet. He typed some words. 'German Shepherd puppy for sale'
When a few adds came up he checked them, just to make sure they were real, and that he wasn't buying from a mill. Soon he found the cutest one, he knew that the puppy was perfect for Marco, and it only took one glance. Jean grabbed the art supplies on his bed and began to paint the puppy.
  
        It had taken two whole days, and all of Jean's free time, but he accomplished it, and just three days before Christmas. He painted some words at the top in bold, red paint.
'Will you be my new owner???'- Duke
It didn't seem like much of a name, but it was perfect for the puppy, unfortunately it wouldn't be another month until Duke would be ready to be adopted, but Jean still bought him early. Duke was perfect, and he was growing so fast, and Jean already became attached to him, and Marco would as well.

        Jean sighed, he was ready to take a nap, but a buzz kept him from doing so. It had been Marco who sent a text. 'Hey Jean, my mother is getting better, and I'm going to your house to give you your gifts early.' The text read. Jean blinked twice before running to hide the gifts, it actually wasn't even close to running, more like stumbling and tripping a few times. Jean hadn't seen or talked to Marco since the day he played games with him during the winter formal, and Jean felt awful about not talking to Marco. Jean heard the doorbell ring, followed by a yell from his mother to get the door. Jean went to get the door, when he opened it he saw a really happy Marco carrying a canvas covered with a blanket. "Jean! Merry Christmas!" Marco said happily. Jean said the same, and he led Marco upstairs.

        When they got up there Marco sat the canvas down and practically lunged at Jean. Jean was taken aback, and the air was knocked out of him. He also could not breath due to the fact that Marco was crushing his lungs with a hug. Jean blushed, then he pushed Marco back lightly. "I got you something." Jean said before pulling the canvases, brushes, and paints out, he hadn't got his painting out yet, though.