to love and be loved 【a jeanmarco fanfiction】

part 1

Jean x Marco ❥
Jean absolutely hated the military. how could he let his parents convince him to join this? he sat, his back against the stone wall, chilling him. the cot he was on was lumpy and small. why am I here? he kept asking. why? he felt like something had brought him here. something-
"um, hey!"
expecting another weirdo, Jean reluctantly opened his eyes. I swear if it's another- oh. Marco Boldt stood in front of him, freckled cheeks crinkled in a wide grin. his teeth were so clean and straight, eyes so bright and joyous. "I was just, uh, wondering if we could talk?" his cheeks reddened. he couldn't help but smile a little back. "of course!" oh god. he sounded too enthusiastic. "I mean yeah that'd be cool." Marco laughed a little at his awkwardness and sat down next to him, resting his own back against the wall. Jeans mind raced. why was he so nervous? he wasn't gay. he wasn't gay! was he? no!

"I just- just get kind of lonely in my cot, without my family and stuff." he looked down, toying with his maneuver straps. "as long as I'm, uhh, as long as you're ok with it..." Jeans eyes widened. he grabbed Marcos shoulder. "you will always be allowed here. always." he blushed a dark red all over, he felt heat on his ears. "I-I mean like, we're like, um, it's just were..." the dark haired boy laughed.
"yeah we're like um!" he kept laughing. Jean nervously started chuckling, still embarrassed. Marco wiped tears away, looking back to Jean.
oh wow I'm gay, he thought, so damn gay.

every night, Marco climbed the short ladder to Jeans top cot. they sat together until the other boys in the room told them to shut up, then they'd giggle and whisper quietly. most of the conversations included Jean not knowing what to say and Marco laughing. Jean thought about his dark haired friend all the time now, and even started to feel like he wanted to be more then friends. Marco was just, beautiful. the way his eyes closed a little when he smiled, the way his ears turn red when he blushes, his laugh, and his cute little cheeks darkened by freckles. Jean didn't think anyone else could look that cute with freckles. not even a girl. he's just..just perfect. he almost laughed aloud at himself. I've known this guy for like 2 weeks and I'm already changing my sexual orientation, he thought. Jean abruptly stopped smiling. he realized that Marco would never....he'd never feel the same way.