Next Door (jeanxmarco fanfic)

Oh dear.

     Jean flipped off the light switch and quickly pressed play. This was gonna be a blast, well mostly. The movie started out as usual, the family moved into an old house that's obviously haunted. When the first jumps are happened Jean had jumped sure but Marco had practically leaped into Jeans lap. Transfixed by the movie Marco had just gripped tightly onto Jean and gotten as close as possible, hiding his face in Jeans shoulder when necessary.
    Suddenly the movie wasn't as interesting to Jean anymore. He watched as the lights from the TV lit up Marcos freckles in a blue light, and his face scrunched in horror when something happened on the TV. Jeans body burned where Marco was gripping and squeezing, and he found himself wrapping his arms around Marco in return. Marco didn't seem to notice as he yelped when the head flew off the daughter.
    When the movie ended Jean became suddenly aware of how close him and Marco were but couldn't bring himself to let go. Marco looked up at him bright red and Jean found himself leaning down, closer......and closer... until they were only centimeters apart, their breath mingled and Marcos eyes slide shut as he leaned a tiny bit closer, welcoming, Jean looked at the slightly parted lips and moved down, almost touching...
"BING BONG
The doorbell went off and Marco screamed, still freaked out over the movie his entire body, long limbs and all, ended up wrapped around Jeans body as he buried his head in Jeans shoulder once again. Just as soon as it had happened Marco was up and blushing, stammering out an apology.
"BING BONG
Marco flinched and turned towards the door then looked back at Jean and put on the puppiest puppy dog eyes Jean had ever seen.
Jean rolled his eyes but got up and went to the door Marco right behind him clinging to his shirt in the darkened apartment.