(Jean X Marco) Welcome To My Life

Chapter 14

  Jean sat silently in his bedroom with Marco. The two of them taped the last of Jean's boxes in silence. That wouldn't have normally been a problem, since they usually enjoyed the presence of the other. At the moment, the silence between the two of them was unbearable. A million things should have been said, a thousand thoughts left unspoken.

  Jean finished taping the last box, kicking it to the side when done.

  "Jean, the moving van is here." Jean's mother spoke, entering the room.

  "Alright." He sighed before glancing at Marco, who was looking at the boxes. Jean didn't speak, he only stood. Grabbing a box in his hands, he left the room.

  He could sense Marco's gaze burning into his back, shaking it off he walked downstairs to the moving van. He couldn't shake the feeling that something should be said.

  He threw his box in the moving van and trotted back up the stairs. Marco was still sitting on the blanket-less  mattress, thinking about something Jean wish he could understand.

  "Hey." Jean said, walking into the room.

  "Hey." Marco replied, putting on a small smile.

  "Just a few more boxes and I'll be leaving. I don't plan to not talk to you until then. I think it would be best if we got to spend more time together." Jean stated.

  Marco gazed at Jean quietly. "I don't know what to say Jean, I just wish you didn't have to go so far away."

  "It's okay to be sad about it, hell, I'm really sad that I won't be able to see your beautiful face every morning." Jean laughed dryly. Marco smiled one of his normal, happy smiles, but Jean detects some pain in his gaze.

  "I know, I just wish you wouldn't be gone so long. It'll feel like forever." Marco said quietly.

  "Yeah, but I'll come visit, and you can come visit too. Nothing could keep us apart forever." Jean ensured. Marco bit his lip and then leaned over to kiss Jean.

  "Besides, it's only college, what could happen?" Jean stated.

  Marco took a deep breath. "There is one more thing I need to tell you Jean. My father called me."

  "What?" Jean's face dropped, and he lost his happy smile. His face darkened with anger as he thought about the horrible man.

  "He called, and talked to me. He said a bunch of garbage about how proud he is, and how happy he is with his new girlfriend. He said I should visit him." Marco sighed.

  "You're not actually going to go see him, are you?" Jean questioned, gaze clouded with worry.

  "Not in a million years." Marco replied bitterly.

  "He doesn't deserve to see you and your beautiful face." Jean stated with a small smile.

  Marco laughed. "He'd probably just call me a cripple and an excuse for a man once he laid eyes on me."

  Jean's face dropped. "Hey, you aren't a cripple. Even if you are a cripple it doesn't make you any less capable." He said.

  Marco gave a small smile, and Jean couldn't help but to kiss it. Marco's hand brushed Jean's cheek gently before they pulled away. "It's better when I see you smile Freckles. Your beautiful all the time, but God, your smile is even more amazing." Jean breathed out happily.

  Marco took advantage of Jean's soft side, he knew that he was the only person lucky enough to witness it. Marco kissed Jean's nose, and Jean blushed cutely.