Polar (Erejean)

Results Day

For the few days that Jean's mum was away, I stayed over at his to keep him company. It was actually kind of nice, being able to see what it was like to live with him, and I found myself yearning for a similar situation somewhere in our future.

His mother did end up coming back home again, though, deciding that she needed some time to adjust to life outside of hospital before she could live with Eric again. However long she needed to do that, I wasn't sure, but I suspected that it would somehow perfectly line up with however long Jean stayed home for.

They really were lucky to have each other.

By the time it was summer, and our exams had finished, I was spending almost every day over at Jean's house. Most of the time, we were down in the basement, with Jean drawing on his screen tablet and me sitting at his side. Usually, I brought a book with me to read, but I often just ended up sitting and watching, instead. I had always admired his artwork.

Other times, however, we would do things together with his mum. When it became summer, she took up the hobby of gardening, and we would often help her out in the yard when the weather was nice. It was good seeing her so calm, and it was good seeing Jean that way, too.

As time grew closer to August, I found myself becoming slightly more agitated. The final exam grades were to be released later on that month and, although I was, of course, worried that I wouldn't pass, I was also worried about what would happen if I were to get the grades that I needed.

Going to university had been something that I had looked forward too for so long but, now that I had Jean, it also came with some drawbacks. I had no idea if Jean even wanted to have a long-distance relationship but I was too nervous to ever bring it up to ask. At the very least, he had a car, so surely seeing me wouldn't be an issue.

Still, there was no point even worrying about all of that if I didn't get into university in the first place.

Jean seemed to be a hell of a lot less worried about results day than I was. Though, I guess that made sense, seeing as he didn't immediately need his grades for anything. That said, I still felt like he was a little more worried about it than he was letting on.

Once it was less than a week from results day, I decided to tell Jean that I wanted to open my envelope alone. Thankfully, he understood, knowing that I was far too nervous to see them for the first time to have anyone around me. However, we came to the agreement to meet each other around midday, so that we could still be there for each other.

So, an hour after reading my results, I made my way over to the beach, returning to the rocks that Jean and I had sat on together before. He was already there waiting for me, his gaze set out on the ocean. We both stayed quiet as I sat down beside him, my head leaning against his shoulder and my hand resting on top of his own. After a few minutes, I finally broke the silence, my words soft and quiet.

"I got the grades."

"I know," he replied, his tone matching my own. He gave my hand a gentle squeeze, his gaze still set on the ocean. "I'm so proud of you."

"Looks like I'll finally be heading off to uni."

"Looks like it."

A quiet sigh slipped past my lips. Even now, I was still too nervous to talk about what would happen to us once I moved. So, instead, I asked something else.

"How did you do?"

"I got an E in my maths resit and a D in geology," he mumbled, sounding a little disappointed. "But I got a B in English lit and an A* in art," he added, and when I pulled back to look up at him, his lips had curled up into a grin.

"Jean, that's amazing," I beamed, leaning over to give him a kiss. Honestly, I wasn't even that surprised at the art grade. His work was so amazing, it would be insane if he got anything less.

"Guess I'm not a total fuck up after all," he half-joked, chuckling a little.

"Jean, you could never be a fuck up."

"Not when I have you," he said, his grin turning into a sweet smile. He glanced down, then, looking a little sheepish. "I, uh, actually have even more news."

"What's that?"

"I've got a job. It's nothing big, just with the local art museum, but at least I'm actually doing something, right?"

I raised my brows slightly, though I couldn't help but grin. "How long ago did all of that happen?"

He shrugged. "Not too long ago. I didn't want to tell you when I applied because I didn't want to disappoint you. Like I said, it's nothing big, anyway. I'll just be able to help set some things up and do guided tours and all that."

"Jean, seriously, I'm so proud of you."

He nodded, before letting out a shaky breath. He seemed nervous. "Also, uh, I was thinking about applying to university next year. There's one in the city you're going to which I think looks nice and we could maybe even move in together."

My eyes widened a little at that, my smile growing wider than ever before. "That sounds perfect."

His smile grew wider, too, his face lighting up like I had never seen it do so before. "Yeah? Promise?"

"Promise," I grinned, before pulling him into a deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him close to my body. I never wanted to let go.

His arms found there way around me and, once the initial euphoria of the moment passed, he rested his chin on my shoulder as he held me in a tight embrace. A content sigh slipped past his lips, both of us still grinning.

"I love you, Eren."

I let out a shaky breath. I had been waiting to hear those words for so long.

"I love you, too, Jean."

A/N

Thank you so much for all of you who have read this. I can't tell you how much your comments brighten up my day and I'm genuinely so happy that there are people out there who want to read my shit. I'm still bouncing back and forth on ideas for my next fic, so if you have any more I would be open to them. My exams are finishing in a week so I should have plenty of time to write!Thank you for reading and have a lovely day.(also I'm sorry this took almost two years to finish yikes)