Drunken Confessions

Drunken confessions ~4

Jean turned to Marco "I- uh ... um" before he could start to explain himself Marco silenced him with a wave of his shaking hand "I'll start cleaning up in here, you go check if anything's missing." He mumbled turning his head slightly to make sure Jean didn't smell the alcohol on his breath, he didn't want to be lectured for the second time tonight. "o-oh, okay." The reply came out muffled as Jean bowed his head and ducked out of the now tense room. The intoxicated brunette waddled his way towards the kitchen, /maybe I should just tell him, I probably won't get another chance.../ he slumped down onto one of the stools only to see a cup full of tantalising yet bitter liquid, he quickly skulled it before making his way to where Jean was; his bedroom.

Jean stood on his tippy toes flailing his arms above his head trying to reach for a precariously placed vase on the top of his mahogany cabinet "Stupid Bertholdt, he put it up here on purpose I bet!" He was so distracted he didn't see a curious Marco sneak up behind him scaring the crap out of the other boy "Careful, princess." "What did you-?" the vase tittered on the edge before falling into Jean's arms making him collapse on top of Marco, face first into his chest. This was enough for Marco to make up his mind, it was now or never. Jean picked himself off the warm body bellow him, his cheeks turned a crimson colour, he set the vase beside them before standing up straight again, avoiding awkward eye contact with Marco. He was unexpectedly pushed back onto his bed with a determined force. "What are y-" The flustered boy was cut off by a warm pair of soft lips upon his, he snapped out of shock and slowly started to kiss him back with the same tenderness and love that was given to him, he opened his eyes to look at the stunning boy before him. "I love you, Jean. I always have." Tears started welling up inside his solid gaze "Ever since you convinced me to skip P.E class to run off, we got lost in the forest, I badly scaped my knee and you carried me all the way back home without complaining. You stood up for me when I was teased about having freckles. I love you, you and your obnoxious laugh" warm tears started freefalling down his cheeks and onto jeans. "You and your stupid face!" he finally lost it and buried his face into Jean's sculpted chest. "Shhh, it's okay" Jean cooed as he traced circles upon the crying males back. It wasn't long before the sobbing stopped and was replaced by deep steady breathing, the atmosphere become peaceful and quiet. Jean looked down to see Marco had fallen asleep; he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and whispered. "I love you too, idiot"

Sunlight filled the room the with a warm, welcoming light the curtains swayed in rhythm with the cooling breeze, Jean fluttered his hazel eyes open only to notice something was missing, the warmth of Marco along with his body. He sat up and looked around but still no sign of the brunette, he hastily threw off the covers and ran down stairs but still no Marco he yelled out "Marco?" over and over again half expecting him to yell "Polo" back showing up in front of him in only in his boxers. He went back to his bedroom and threw on his skinny jeans and a hoodie before running out of the house in search for his love. First he went to his apartment and knocked on the wooden until his knuckles bleed. /where else could he be?!/ Then it hit him, he started to sprint as fast as his legs could carry him. He needed to see him again. He arrived at the location, trees engulfed the area all shades of luscious green mixed together to form a familiar forest. A note nailed to the closest tree. It read:

Dear Jean,

I'm sorry I didn't tell you last night I'm leaving today to study abroad, in Australia. I really did mean what I said, I'm sorry for putting you through all of this.

--from Marco

Jean could see 3 small words crossed out at the bottom of the page; despite the pencil lines he clearly made out the words to be "I love you". Out of frustration he ripped the paper apart "YOU IDIOT!" he yelled to no one in particular before falling onto his knees in defeat, crumpled bits of shredded paper in his hands. Hot hopeless tears trickled down his face as his next words came out as whisper "I love you too..." he meant it, with all his heart.

~5 years later~

Marco stepped into his old apartment, nothing had changed really, and the same stain was still on the edge of the carpet but all he really wanted to do was see Jean again, 5 years was far too long for him not being able to see his true love. He dumped his stuff in the middle of the room before racing over to Jean's house his jumper clinging to his somewhat toned body, hopefully he hadn't moved. Once he got there he eagerly knocked on the door, the door swung open to reveal a small blonde boy. "Marco is that really you?" "Armin?" Marco noticed a glistening gold band around Armin's slender and delicate ring finger, making his heart stop. At that moment a muscular figure walked towards the door and propped himself up with one arm against the door frame a matching gold band wrapped tightly around the same finger as his, husband. Marco felt his heart sink, "M-Marco?!" Jean lunged forward and embraced him in a hug, but before he could touch his past love Marco turned and walked away not wanting to see him in this state; heartbroken.

He was too late.