New Roomate

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                   It had been about one year since Marcos' death, and Jean was barely scraping by. Rent was due in a couple days and he had just enough to pay. To be honest, he wasn't doing so well. He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, his grades were starting to slip, and he was all alone. The two bedroom apartment he had once shared with his best friend, now seemed cold, lonely, and a little depressing. It was time. Time for a new roommate.

    Jean sat at the kitchen table; stared down at the bills for this month, grimacing. 'Barely enough to pay these...'  He leaned back with a sigh, resting a hand over his eyes. Things were getting tough. Of course there was always the option of moving back with his parents, but his pride was too important to result to that.  The reality that he needed a new roommate had dawned on him a week ago, but he still wasn't sure if he was emotionally ready yet. It had only been a year since the accident.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback brought to you by Marco's sweet freckles~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Jean sat on the couch, flipping through channels while Marco was in the kitchen, studying for a test. Jean let out a bored sigh, and lie back on the couch, closing his eyes. Just a second later, Marco walked in with his coat on, keys in hand.

   "Jean, I'm going out to get some ice cream, do you want anything while I'm out?" Marco asked, his soft voice resonating through the apartment. Jean hummed in response, and shook his head no. Marco let out  small giggle. "Okay, well if you do, just call me, okay?" He walked over to the  door, and walked out the thresh hold. 

~~~wow a time skip in a flash back is that even legal~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   It had been two hours since Marco had left. The walk from the apartment to the convenient store  only took 20 minutes to and from. Jean was getting worried. He paced back and forth in the small kitchen.He had already called Marco's phone seven times, all with no answer. 

   "That's it. I'm going to look for him." Jean thought as he slipped on his thin hoodie, and walked out of the door. It was cold outside, and the sun had gone down hours ago. Jean shivered as he walked down the metal steps, shoving his hands in the front pocket on his hoodie. 'I'll check the store first then, I'll go look around.' Jean thought, as he made his way down the dark,cold, and surprisingly abandoned streets. Jean walked along the sidewalk, until he saw a dark lump on the ground. Jean slowed down, not able to see what it was due to the darkness. 

  As he came closer, he let out a gasp. He was almost unable to move. Fear had overcome his legs. The lump that was on the sidewalk was Marco, crumpled up in a painful position, covered in blood. All at once, the realization hit Jean, and he sprinted over to his freckled friend, and dropped down to his knees beside him. Jean could see that the right side of Marco's body was scraped up, blood pouring down from his temple, and arm, which looked broken.

  "Marco?!" Jean cried, scooping his friend into his arms. "Oh, God, Marco, what happened?! Come on, buddy, talk to me." Jean was shaking Marco's body, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It's gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay, kid." Jean said, pulling out his phone dialing 911. 

   "911, what's your emergency?" The operator asked  calmly.

  "  "P-please, come fast! M-my f-friends been hurt, I don't know w-what happened!" Jean cried into the phone, near hysterics. 

   "Sir, please calm down. Where are you? We'll send some help right away." The operator assured. Jean told the operator the address, and waited for help to come, still gently rocking Marco's body. 

    The ambulance came a few minutes later, along with the police. The ambulance put Marco on a gernie, loaded him into the vehicle, and rushed to the hospital. Jean gave the police a quick summary of what happened, then got to the hospital as soon as possible.

   The doctors wouldn't let Jean see Marco, saying he was in critical condition. Jean waited in the waiting room, and called Marco's mom, who broke down on the phone, but said she would be there as soon as possible. When she got there, along, Marco's father, Jean told them the whole story. Marco's mom and dad were both crying harshly, and Jean did his best to reassure that them that everything would be fine. It was getting late (rather early because it was about 4 am) and Mr. and Mrs. Bodt went to sit down in the waiting room. Jean was still paing around in the lobby when an old nurse approached him. Her name tag read: Nancy.

   "Hun, would you like some new clothes?" said the nurse, a southern accent adding extra sweetness.  Only then did Jean realize that he was covered in blood... Marco's blood. It covered his hoodie and his hands, and his jeans (unintentional pun sorry not the time). Jean felt like he was going to be sick. Tears started streaming down his face, and he broke down, falling to his knees. The nurse went straight to his aid, rubbing his back, and patting his head gently. After a few minutes of sobbing, Jean calmed down, and asked the lady from some new clothes. She nodded and walked away, coming back a minute later, handing Jean the clothes and telling him if he needed anything to just tell her, and reassuring him that it was going to be okay. Jean thanked her, and cleaned himself up in the bathroom. He went back to the waiting room, with Marco's parents. About an hour later, a doctor came in with a clip board, and told the news. 

  Marco didn't make it. He had died of blood loss at exactly 5:34 AM. Apparently he had been hit by a car, and he skid across the concrete.  Marco's mom immediately broke down in her husbands arms. The news took Jean a minute to process, but when it hit him, it hit him like a truck (wow i need to be shot).  He broke down, and didn't stop until someone shook him. It was Marco's dad. He gave Jean a hug, and told him that if he needed anything to just come over. Marco's mom was a mess, and Jean knew she needed rest. Jean thanked him, and they left leaving Jean alone. He decided he needed to go to, but he couldn't go home. Not yet. it was too soon, so he decided to stay at his moms, who took him in, no questions asked.

~~~~~~~ another time skip im an outlaw~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  The police had said it was a hit and run, but they couldn't find out who it was, and were truly sorry, Marco's mom and dad were surprisingly understanding, whereas Jean was furious, saying that they weren't trying hard enough. But Jean knew that there was nothing that could be done.

  Marco's funeral was held two weeks later. Jean stayed the longest after everyone had left, sitting, talking to Marco's grave as if he could hear him. And unbeknownst to Jean, Marco could. All the way in Heaven, Marco could hear his best friend. 

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ end of flash back~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Jean wiped his tears, and leaned back in his chair, letting out a tired sigh. "Marco... I miss you, man..." He muttered, looking over at the picture that lay in the middle of the table. It was a picture of him and Marco, in front of the apartment, It was the first thing they had done together as adults. They were standing in front of the front door, smiling like idiots. Marco's mom had insisted on taking the picture. Jean smiled sadly at the memory, and looked back at the bills that piled up on the table, frowning. 

    Jean needed a new roommate whether he was ready or not. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of Chapter One~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~'''''''''
 yoooo sorrry reader-chan didnt come in in this chapter. she will next one though also sorry if i played with your feels. i really hope you enjoyed this. i promise i will update my other stories soon, but i wanted to write this. im sorry uvu

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