Our Tinted Souls

The DTSG

{um hi! This is my first jeanmarco story, so I'm kinda nervous. But oh well, I'll give it my best shot. This story is just a wee bit based upon The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. But not completely, most of it just came from my head. Well, I really hope you enjoy this! I'm not really sure how long it will be, so yeah. This whole story will be based off of Marco's POV. Thank you for reading! Bye!}

"Hi, my name is Marco Bodt. My parents declared me depressed when I turned thirteen. I play the piano, and I am homeschooled." I stated calmly. The support group leader made a slight nod, wrote some notes on her clipboard, and sighed.

"Thank you, Marco, you have our support," she looked directly into my eyes, making me slightly uncomfortable. Then she turned to the next person in the circle and gave them a small nod as they started their introduction. I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding in.

If you were wondering, yes, I'm in a Depressed Teen Support Group right now. The DTSG. My parents thought it would be a good idea since my therapist and the anti-represent pills seemed to not be working. I also have no friends, so they decided being in an environment with kids like me might help my social skills. I love my parents and I know it's hard on them to see me this way. Even though I think this whole support group thing is really stupid, I'm willing to give it a chance.

When I entered the support group room, I wasn't really surprised. It was in an old classroom in one of the local elementary schools. The walls of the room were covered in inspirational posters. The floor was a deep sea blue, itchy carpet. There were small chairs set up in a circle in front of a chalkboard. Bright smiley face stickers were stuck on each chair. It was pretty much how I imagined it, an excessively decorated, bright room that was supposed to make us feel... Better? Well, it made me feel out of place and awkward, I could see a few other people felt the same way, glancing uncomfortably around the room, taking in their surroundings.

The leader for our group was an unusually bright, brown haired, woman with glasses who looked like she was in her mid twenties. Her name was Hanji Zoe. She wore her hair up in a ponytail with bangs covering the sides if her face. When we introduced ourselves, she had gone first and said she was interested in depression and it's symptoms, and that kinda gave me doubt. So she was interested in depression, but was she interested in helping us get through it? I sighed, faith in this support group already leaving me.

"Thank you Eren, you have our support." She stated. I snapped out of my thought and turned my head to look at the guy she had just mentioned. He had shaggy brown hair and... Amazing eyes. They were like a Caribbean blue that faded upwards into a seaweed green. His eyebrows were scrunched up and he was biting his lip, producing a frustrated expression. I could see scars on his left wrist, a bunch actually. Some were faded while others looked fresh, like they were made the night before.

I looked back to Hanji to see what she was going to do next. She looked at me for a brief moment and I tensed up a bit. She looked away and turned her attention to another guy next to Eren. I decided to do the same. The kid looked about my age, maybe a little bit younger. He seemed to be a bit shorter than me and he had two colors in his hair. The top of his hair was straight and was a sandy, warm blonde. The undercut was a chocolate like brown color. His face looked slightly constipated, but I just figured he was nervous. He was shaking a bit and was looking down, so I couldn't see his eyes. He was wearing a gas station t-shirt and black skinny jeans with a chain hanging from his belt. He had multiple piercings in his ears. He looked pretty cool. I would even think he was badass if it wasn't for how weak and skinny he looked, as if you could break him with one hit. Also, if he didn't look like he was about to shit in his pants.

"I-I'm Jean Krischtein. Umm... Nice to meet you? Uh, I was labeled depressed last year, when I was fourteen. Right n-now I'm fifteen by the way. Eh, I don't really do anything that interesting, but I do draw." He said. He looked really relieved when he was done. I felt the corners of my mouth twitch up a little. This Jean guy, he was kind of cute...

Now, before you say anything, I wasn't having one of those "oh shit am I gay?" moments. I already knew I was gay, I learned last year, when I kept staring at the Abercrombie male model in the mall. I had though he was hot, and then when I got a slight boner, I realized that I liked guys. At first I thought that maybe it was just because he was a hot as fuck Abercrombie model, but this never happened with a girl before, and there were plenty of hot female models in the store. I just assumed I liked boys, and went on with my life. When I told my parents, they were pretty chill about it. I'm really glad they were, 'cuz that was a huge burden off my shoulders.

"Thank you Jean, you have our support," Hanji breathed. "Okay guys," she smiled brightly. "I really appreciate you guys speaking about your lives like that, if you have anything else to say...?" A few people shifted in their seats, looking around uncomfortably. Hanji sighed. "Okay then, well, let's get started!" She broke out into an excited smile. "Everyone, get in pairs, I want you guys to tell each-other more about yourselves... You know, not about your depression, but about your lives before you felt like this... The happy times,"

To be honest, this didn't sound too bad. Most therapists would tell me to talk about my feelings and how bad I felt about life, then that would be a session. They didn't really help much.

"Umm..." I looked up. I realized that pretty much everyone in the room had a partner, except for me. Towering in front of me was Hanji, with a worried look on her face. "Marco, would you like to pair up with Jean? He doesn't have a partner... And it seems like you don't either..." She trailed off. I silently nodded and made my way to Jean. He was sitting in a chair all alone twiddling his thumbs, looking kinda agitated.

"Uh, hey Jean, I'm Marco... Do you want to... Work together?" I asked him, a bit nervous. He was really, really cute close up. I could see his eyes now, they were skinny, light brown eyes. Almost gold. And he had pretty long eyelashes for a guy. He definitely was shorter than me, and he was chewing some bubble gun. "Sure," he said, sounding bored. I sighed and sat down next to him on the floor. "You can go first," he stated bluntly. This was not the same shy boy I saw a minute ago.

"Well, I was born in the middle of the year... Weird right?" I let out a small laugh. He just stared straight forward. I sighed, "Well, I live with my parents, who are really kind to me, even thought I'm adopted." I continued. "Well, I really like the zoo, I love animals.... I don't really know what I want to be when I grow up yet," I had to admit, it's kind of hard thinking of the good things when your surrounded in your own misery, you know, being depressed and all. "Um, yeah that's pretty much it, all the good things..." I finished. Jean let out a sigh and sat up a bit, looking straight ahead he said "I don't have any good things," I frowned, I felt bad for him... what kind of fucked up life was he living for there to be no good things at all.

"Your pretty lucky," he mumbled.

"What?"

"You got a caring family, that's luck in my book," he said, a little bit louder this time. I nodded. I would be forever grateful for my adoptive family.

The rest of the day was pretty awkward. I tried to make small chat with Jean, but he only replied in short nods. This Jean guy didn't make really good company, but that was alright, I wasn't that talkative anyway. All I knew was that this Jean guy was kind of a loner, but whatever, I was in no place to judge him. 'Cuz then, I didn't have any friends...but that was life.

{I hope you enjoyed chapter 1! Sry if it's a little sloppy, this is my first JeanMarco fic. Thank you for reading}