Jean x Marco: My Guardian Angel

Marco and Jean: What?!

~Jean got up in his bed, stunned yet excited at what he was seeing. Marco, as an angel, floating right in front of him. He didn't have any words to come out of his mouth, nor did he have the courage to pick up the feather. Marco sat next to him, smiling that sweet and warm smile that everyone loved.......especially Jean. Jean decides to have the courage to speak to him.~

Jean: "M-Marco?!? But I thought you were....."

Marco: "I know I'm dead, Jean. But I decided to come and see you!"

Jean: "this is not happening. Aren't you suppose to be up there with the other? instead of in this hell house."

~Marco starts to fix his halo while he starts to talk~

Marco: "well you looked so lonely down here. You usually would talk to people. I didn't think you would be that stuck on my death! well I couldn't bear to see you like this, so I decided to sign up to be your guarding angel!"

~Marco flashes a smile and laughs a little bit. Jean is still surprised~

Jean: "my guarding angel? I know I'm still hung up on your death and all that. But you don't have to do this.."

Marco: "well I'm going to, whether you like it or not! besides I got a little shocked when you stopped talking to Armin...."

~Jean blushes and runs his hand through his messed up hair. He looks at the clock and it reads '1:30 a.m.'~

Jean: "if you are my guarding angel, will people still see you?"

Marco: "I insisted that I would let people see me. So they won't think you lost your mind! Do you mind if I still sleep here, in my spot?"

~Jean began to tear up but decided to hold it in.~

Jean: "of course. That is where you sleep."

~ Marco lays down, moving his wings to a comfortable position. They aren't big, but they aren't small either. Jean decides to get a little close to Marco.~

Jean: "Goodnight, Marco."

Marco: "Goodnight Jean."