Jeanmarco Oneshots

The Things We Used To Share

A.N.: I'M SO SORRY BUT THIS IS ANOTHER SAD AND EMOTIONAL ONE. I recently broke up with my girlfriend for almost two months and best friend for two years so yeah.... I'm a mess. I'm also trash for Thomas Sanders. Anyway, please don't hate me.
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Jean's POV:

I trudged into my apartment before slamming the door behind me and sliding down it before curling up in the fetal position. Marco and I broke up around a week ago and I just came back from hanging out with all of our friends. Marco and I seemed to stay on the opposite sides of the room and there was obviously tension between everyone. Marco finally came over to me before I left and asked for the stuff he left over here and I told him he could keep anything I left there. I finally wiped my eyes and stood up before getting a box from the recycling pile I had. I started going around my apartment and collecting the traces he had left.

I started in the kitchen and got his apron that was folded in a drawer next to some oven mitts I've had since I lived with my mom. I smiled warmly at the memory of Marco grabbing a tray of pastries out of the oven before placing the tray on the counter and grabbing my face before kissing me. I rubbed the material of the oven mitts before sighing and putting them in the box. I also grabbed a Halloween plate he left at my house when we threw the Halloween party last year.

I left the kitchen and went into the living room before sitting in front of the movie rack I had. I grabbed the movies that belonged to him and my hand stopped on the movie "Attack Of The Sabretooth" as I chuckled a bit. This was such an awful movie that Marco and I had a drinking game for it. We would take a drink every time we would cringe at the special effects. We were pretty wasted by the end. I got it out of the rack and put it in the box.

I wandered to my room and got some of his clothes and a stuffed animal he got me. I went through my dresser and picked up a small journal I kept with pictures of us and notes. I looked through the pictures and I felt tears well up in my eyes. We looked so happy. We looked like we belonged next to each other like two puzzle pieces. I read over some of the notes I had written down as the pictures sat to the side. I felt the tears roll down my cheeks as I read over what I wrote after our first date almost three years ago. I look for the corresponding picture but I couldn't find it until I finally remembered, it's in my wallet. I grabbed my wallet and got the picture of us out from behind my driver's license and ID. A sob racked at my body as I held the picture close. It was a simple picture of us sharing a milkshake at a 50's themed ice cream shop that was near the high school we went to. I remember going there for our anniversaries, soon enough being the oldest ones there since it was the after school hang out for the high schoolers. I remember planning to propose to him there. I'm still going to go there tomorrow and order the chocolate milkshake we always got.

My thoughts got interrupted by the doorbell buzz going through the apartment. I go to the door and wipe my eyes before opening it and finding Connie and Sasha. "Oh, h-hey guys." He said, my nose stuffy from crying.

"Hey uh... This is awkward but, we're here to collect Marco's stuff." Sasha said nervously.

"What? I thought he was coming personally." I said, growing a bit panicky.

"He was going to but he didn't want to bother you. Do you have everything?" Connie asked, sorrow picking at his voice.

"Y-yeah, hold on." I head to my room and put the picture from our first date on top of everything before closing the box. I brought it out and handed it to them. "There's everything." I said, unconscious to the fact that I now had rivers of tears running down my face.

"I'll go take this to the car." Sasha said, quickly excusing herself from the situation.

"Jean, you okay dude?" Connie asked, rubbing my shoulder. I nodded before I started shaking my head and breaking down in front of him.

"What am I going to do Connie?! He was everything to me and now everything I see reminds me of him. I can't get him off my mind!" I sob, falling to my knees.

Connie crouched down to my level and sighed "In all honesty? I have no idea what to do. I haven't even had a relationship half as long as yours and Marco's. You guys are both my friends and now it feels like everyone has picked a side. Just know that I'm with you Jean, no matter what. Also, Marco is just as broken as you are."

"R-really?" I asked, sniffling and looking up at him.

"Completely. He's distraught over all this." Connie said, rubbing my head.

I cracked a smile as I pushed his hand away. "Alright alright, I feel a little better I guess. Kind of."

"That's good. I gotta go now before Sasha drives off without me but I'll text you. Just, don't do anything too stupid." He said, chuckling at the last bit.

"I won't. Have fun." I wave and he waved back before closing the door and leaving. I sighed and planted myself on my couch before leaning back. "You can keep the things we shared, but what did you do with my heart Marco?"

Marco's POV:

I sat in the car and waited for Sasha and Connie to come back out. Just being outside Jean's apartment feels wrong now. I feel like Jean should be in the passengers seat and that we should just be talking about nothing in particular until he finally goes into the apartment complex. I sighed and relaxed until I saw Sasha come back with a box. "Treasure achieved Marco." She said with a smile.

I smiled back "Thank you Sasha. Do you mind if I have some time alone as I look at what's inside?" I asked.

"Oh, of course, go ahead." She said, putting the box in the passengers seat and going back into the building. I opened the box and looked at everything. From the picture from our first date to the movies to my apron and the plate I thought I lost. A wave of sorrow rushed over me as I saw it all and took it all in. This is it... This is everything that Jean wanted me to keep. I smiled at the ridiculously cheesy triller and felt my heart strings seem to break at the fact that even though it was his and a gift from his mom, he wanted me to have it. I wiped my eyes as my thumbs traced over the floral oven mitts that he must've wanted me to have since I bake more than he does. I hugged the stuffed animal I got for him and let tears fall onto it. I held the picture and smiled at the memory. It was our Senior year and it was right after school that he asked me to go there with him before I got on the school bus. I remember when we ordered the milkshake, the waiter charged us for one milkshake and gave us two straws. I sniffled and dried my eyes before putting everything back in the box and putting it in the back seat right in time for Sasha and Connie to back to car and pile in. They had their conversation while my mind wandered to one thought; What did you do to my heart?
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A.N.: Oh boy, I'm sorry. This is all just more late night inspiration. This didn't really turn out how I wanted it to but oh well. Sorry if it's crap. I haven't really used my summer appropriately in terms of anything really. I really should've written more.
Anywho, see you guys in the next life!

~Shadowfox1ao