The Freckled Boy (Marco And Jean Fanfic)

First Meeting (Jean's POV)

Beep... Beep... Beep

The sound of the alarm clock had woke the sandy blonde haired male from his dreamless sleep. He shifted, and reached a tanned hand out to his black small alarm clock. It had read seven in the morning.. Today's the big day. A new student has arrived He had thought as a quiet groan slipped from his soft lips as he had sat up, letting the cotton creme colored sheet to fall to the wooden floorboards, revealing his shirtless chest. He was a tanned man, with scars that decorated his skin. So many scars from battle. So many dreaded memories, from those years... Days... Months. The horrid sound of blood painting the pavement. I bet that new kid is just like the rest of those punks... Acting like they own the world. He thought bitterly as he stood, fixing his flannel pants. He just wanted to stay home, and practice his saxophone. Yes, it might seem like a surprise, but Jean Kirstein played the saxophone. The best player in the school.... It surprised so many people when they found out. But, why would they be surprised? His mother was.... After all a musician, and she taught him how to play. Jean soon walked over to a white dresser that was on the other side of the white walled room, which was covered in posters of old bands, some were signed. He pulled out from one of the open drawers, a pair of dark jeans, and a Beatles band shirt. This was what he wore, at school or in public, to give him the Don't mess with me vibes, that seemed to scare all of the newbies. He also grabbed a scarlet red hat, hiding the snake blonde hair, and revealing the chocolate brown instead. As he dressed himself for the dreaded day ahead of himself, he looked at his reflection. Small, yet visible black circles had painted themselves under his deep chocolate eyes. A small metal ring was pierced through the corner of his bottom lip. Jean soon snapped out of his small inspection of himself, and hurried over to a small kitchen. He was shoving his socked feet into some simple black Vans, as well as hopping down towards the kitchen, planning on making a small cup of tea for himself. He hated coffee.... To much caffeine. He began making a cup of green tea with a dash of sugar and honey. He then dashed out of the house, with his cup, and began to walk, with his navy blue backpack, which was covered in buttons and small awards he had earned during his time serving in the Recon Corps, slung over his shoulder. He was ready for his day to end, before it even began officially.

Hello..... My fellow readers. So, I'm sorry I might not be updating very much, but I'm trying my best. I really hope you all like it.

Thanks you kawaii little people ~ ĄÎðą Ťømąñî