(Jean X Marco) Welcome To My Life

Chapter 4

      Jean only knew one thing at this point, his best friend was in love with him. Jean took a deep breath and turned to Marco, his eyes still dripping with tears. He felt ridiculous crying like this, but regardless he still turned to Marco. "Oh Jean, are you okay?" Marco asked as he began to subtly wipe Jean's tears off his warm cheeks. "Say it again." Jean said quiet. "What?" Marco asked confused for a moment.

        "Marco, say it again." He said a bit louder. Marco thought for a second, but he remembered exactly what Jean wanted to hear. "I l-ove you." He said, sounding unsure and quiet. "Again." Jean persisted. "I love you." Marco said, this time louder and more clear. "Again!" Jean practically shouted. "I love you Jean!" Marco returned in a similar voice. Jean didn't say anything else, he only laughed, his cheeks bright and red. He turned some more, and put his arm on Marco's waist. He put his other hand in Marco's hair, then down to his warm cheek. "Marco Bodt, I love you more." He said confidently before leaning in, and placing his lips on Marco's.

         Marco's eyes widened, and he was blushing even more. His best friend was kissing him. It sent jolts through him, and it made him never want to leave Jean's side ever again.   He wanted to be close to Jean, and he wanted to be that close forever. Jean knew that this might seem weird to Marco, but it's all he ever wanted to do. He moved his hand back up to Marco's hair, playing with it lightly before pulling away. Marco had a smile on, it was so bright and happy, and it looked as if all of his freckles were about to dance.

       "Well, uh...  if you want to come inside, I made breakfast." Marco said, nervously stuttering. Marco stood and looked down at Jean. "Help me up." Jean whined playfully, putting his hands up for Marco to grab. Marco grabbed Jean's hands and pulled him up. When Jean finally got up he was left nose to nose with Marco. Marco looked flustered, but he continued to smile. "Hey, no need to look so nervous." Jean joked before leaning in again.

       Jean pulled Marco in, and he put both of his hands on Marco's waist. Marco looked down surprise, but then he looked back at Jean with a sweet smile. Marco put his hands on Jean's shoulder's, and he leaned in too. "This is really weird, but I like it." Jean stated, before closing the gap. Marco smiled against the kiss, the feel of Jean so close to him made him want to explode with happiness.

        When they pulled back they smiled at each other, not saying a word, just staring in eachothers' eyes. "Why were you crying Jean?" Marco asked as he took Jean's hand and slowly began to walk back to the house. "It was stupid, but if you want to know I'll tell you. I was afraid that even if you liked guys you would never like me." Jean stated. "You're so naive Jean, I like you a lot, even a while ago. You were the best thing that happened to me. After two deaths in the family I wanted to just....  I wanted to give up, and then I met you." Marco said, and he squeezed Jean's hand a bit.

        "Hey, Marco, I need to tell you something, and please don't hate me for saying this." Jean said. Marco nodded for him to continue. "After Lucas died I was so lonely, and when I met you it felt like something big was going to happen. When you came my whole life changed. At first it was simple, be your friend. Then I started feeling different towards you." Jean took a second to laugh. "I don't know how I figured it out, but the first time I saw you shirtless I almost got a nose bleed." Jean said while blushing slightly.

        Marco was blushing madly, and he didn't say anything. "I went to talk to Sasha, and she helped me understand the feelings I have for you. I always thought I was straight, but when you came around I knew I wasn't." Jean said. Marco blushed, and a small smile crept on his face. "So it's all your fault Marco, you and you dumb, cute, freckled face." Jean summed up. When they got inside their food became cold, so they heated it up. After they ate Marco's mom offered to drive Jean, and Jean thanked her. On the way to Jean's house Marco's mom rambled on and on about certain things. Jean found himself distracted, and his warm, bony fingers intertwined with Marco's, it was all Jean could ever ask for.