The Fault In Our Freckles (JeanMarco Fanfic)

Chapter 2

As the giant tin can slowly sailed its way through the air you can see the snow rush by the window.
"Every snowflake is different," Marco said while winking at Jean.
Jean smirks slightly and joins looking outside the window.
Marco cleared his throat, "I wish I didn't have this oxygen tank. Really, what's it like to breathe fresh air again?"
"Well, the world is not a wish-granting factory, Marco," Jean replied, "and the air that I breathe? Right now? Not that bad."
The freckled boy huffed and rolled his eyes a bit, "Im taking a nap."
He put his head on Jean and peacefully went to sleep.
The ashen haired boy on the other side nervously waited for the flight to land. All he thought about was his family not liking Marco.
'How can someone not like Marco?' Jean thought to himself while looking outside the window again. It looks cold and miserable out there.
The reason why Jean moved out, it wasn't only his parents, it was the weather.
A hat and some gloves (and Marco) should be good to keep Jean warm for the weather.
Marco eventually woke up to the flight attendant announcing that they will be landing in twenty minutes. He started to freak out about the ending but was calmed down by Jean holding his hand.
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They took a rental car.
Yes, a rental car.
They took a rental car from the airport and all the way to Jean's parents and childhood home.
The black haired male gripps onto the handle inside the car that he could rip it off, while Jean laughed at him and continued to drive.
When they make it to Jean's parents, they are greeted by two horses that run up to the car.
Jean pointed to a light brown one, "That's cinnamon an-" he steps on the breaks and they suddenly stop, the other horse ran in front of the car. Thankfully Jean did not run them over. "The other one is Amantius. It means loving in Latin."
Marco coos softly at them when they trot by and smiles warmly.
Jean pulls into an empty space in the driveway next to the garage and parks the car.
"Are you ready for this Marco?" Asked Jean nervously.
Marco nodded his head in reply and opened the door.
They where greeted by the ashen male's parents. They walked down in the snow in slippers and a light jacket.
They where crazy! Who wears that on a day when it's basically a blizzard and -20° F outside!
Jean's cheeks went red from being embarrassed, but Marco only giggled and greeted them back warmly.
The parental figures went to the back of the trunk to grab the boys' luggage, but the boy's waved them off and grabbed it by themselves.
Jean opened the trunk and grabbed the luggage, followed by Marco who grabbed his.
Marco closed the trunk and started walking with the happy family. He smiled like an idiot and his cheeks got warm.
"They seem like nice parents." He thought.
The family was close together. Yes they had some bad times, but what family doesn't? They all loved and cared for each other. The parents also seemed so happy to see their one and only son again.
At that moment Jean slipped and fell backwards on an ice patch. The parents laughed and Marco helped him back up with a small chuckle.
Jean looked into Marco's eyes and knew this was going to be the best of holidays ever.