Broken Marco X Jean

Pep Talk

I open my eyes to meet two brown orbs staring back at me. Gasping, I move backwards hitting my head against the headboard. "J-Jean what are you doing!?" I ask in confusion. He laughs as he moves off my bed. "Waiting for you to wake up. Its Saturday, lets get coffee." He says. I stare at him. "L-let me get dressed." I manage to choke out. He faces me. "Okay, change." He says not moving. "C-can you leave?" I ask, pulling my blanket further up my bare chest. He shakes his head, "Sorry, yeah." He smiles sheepishly, heading to the door before looking at me again. Once he left I leaped out of my bed.
What's going on with him!? Why was he on me when I woke up? How long was he there?
The thoughts run through my head. He sure acted weird.

I change and open the door. Jean falls back into my arms. Blushing, I push him back to his feet. "S-sorry! I-I was leaning a-against the door!" He apologizes with a red face.
I rub the back of my neck with an equally red face. "So....that coffee?" He asks. I nod, walking out of my room.
What just happened...

We leave the house and head to the car. "Hanji's Bake?" Jean asks. I stare ahead, the thoughts running around me. "Marco." He says, trying to get my attention. I want to look at him, tell him, yes Jean Hanji's Bake sounds really nice, but I can't. I can't bear to look at him in fear of revealing my embarrassment and issues. He's my best friend. He's been my best friend for 10 years. Telling him now would mess it up, end it possibly.
"For gods sake, freckled Jesus!" Jean shouts in a laughing matter. I shake my head to see the car was swerving to the next lane and Jean was staring at me. I pull over and sigh.
"Marco, are you alright? You've been acting weird lately, you don't answer me the first time I call your name, and you almost killed us." He says staring directly into my eyes. I look down, avoiding his eyes. What am I going to say? What can I say?
"Marco Bott. Look at me." He demands. He's serious now. Blinking tears back I look up at him. His face softens at the sight of me. "Marco, tell me what's wrong." He whispers with his eyes still locked onto mine. "N-nothing." I lie. He leans toward me. "Marco." He says. I gulp, blinking. I hate when he says my name. "Let's just get the coffee,okay?" I manage to reply. He looks at me before sighing and leaving back into his seat. "Yeah. Okay." He grumbles. I start to back out of the drive way and back onto the road but Jean stops me. "Let me drive." He insists. I look down. Is he scared I'll space out again? I nod and unbuckle. We swap places, me in the passenger seat now. He pulls out and drives down the narrow road.
"Marco if you're hiding something from me its not right. It actually hurts to think you're not telling me something. I thought we were best friends. I tell you every-" he stops himself, suddenly closing his mouth. My stomach churns as I glance at him.
"You tell me every what?" I find myself asking him. His face reddens. "Nothing." He says. "Jean, I-Im sorry. I am your best friend. I'm not hiding anything. Just dazed. Please don't be mad at me." I practically beg. He stares ahead, his mouth shut. "Jean. Please. Believe me." I say. "What were you dazed about?" He asks. My breathe hitches. "I-I uh...w-I-erm.." I couldn't think. He shakes his head. "Marco, fine. Don't tell me. Keep your secret, I'll keep mine. That's how friends work, right?" I could practically see the sarcasm dripping out of his mouth. "Jean-"
"No. Don't Jean me. Let's just get coffee and go back to your house." He interrupts with a sour tone. I close my mouth. What have I done...?
I want to tell him. I really do. I want to tell him that I love him. That he's everything I have. That I'm gay.
But I can't.
He would hate me.
He would be disgusted.
He would never speak to me again.
He would never look at me the same again.

We park at Hanji's Bake and get out. Instead of walking side by side like always, Jean was further away from me and more ahead. He's mad at me.
We enter the shop and sit down. He sits across from me in the booth rather than beside me. Sasha walks up and smiles. "Hey Marco, Jean, what can I get you?" She asks grabbing a mini notebook and pencil out of her aprons pouch. "Just the usual." Jean says. I look down. "Right, of course...Marco? Are you okay? You both seem down actually." She says. I look up at her. "We're fine. Just get the damn coffee, okay?" Jean snaps. I look at him now. "Aw shut it horeface, she's just concerned." I hear Eren say. I look up to see Eren and Levi side by side, Eren holding two coffees. "Oh, hey you two, enjoy your time alone?" I ask. "It was messy, but yes." Levi answers. "Everything is messy with you. You literally spent the last hour of our stay cleaning everything again. " Eren laughs. I smile and look at Jean. He looked annoyed and sad at the same time. What have I done to him? Maybe I should tell him. No. I can't.
"Well I'll be right back with your coffees you two." Sasha says. I need to talk to someone about this.
"Uh, Levi?" I ask. He stops and looks at me. "What?"
"Can we talk?" I look at him. He sighs quietly and nods. "Eren go to the car and turn the air conditioner on at 60. No more, no less. I don't want you to freeze or burn. I'll be out in a moment." He says, Eren nods and exists the shop after pecking Levi on the lips. "Come on brat. Let's go." He says walking to the front of the shop. I glance at Jean before following the shorter man.
"Hanji, let us use the back room." Levi calls out to her. She smiles wide and nods, opening a door. I follow closely.
Levi shuts the door and locks it.
"Now, what do you want to talk to me about this time?" He asks crossing his arms. "Jean is mad at me." I blurt out. He nods unfazed. "Because you refuse to tell him you're gay, you love him, and you spaced out again." He says. I nod sheepishly.
"Just tell him. You see how he is with Eren and I. He's not homophobic. He'll accept you. He's got his own secret. There's honestly no reason for you not telling him. You're acting like a little bitch." Levi says in his usual monotone voice. I look down. "Come out to Jean and confess to him?" I clarify. He nods. I take a deep breathe. "Okay. I'll do it."