Jean lied down on his bed and pulled the covers over his head. "Ugggh." He groaned as he heard his phone start to ring. He dragged himself out of bed and looked at his phone, which had stopped ringing by now, he had missed five calls and 27 messages. "What the fuck?" He muttered and crawled back into bed. His phone went off again and he reluctantly answered it.
"Hello?" He muttered into the phone.
"JEAN!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU?! HOW COME YOU HAVEN'T BEEN AT SCHOOL? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING? ARE YOU OKAY? SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!!" Quiet sobbing was heard on the other side of the line.
"M-Marco? Are you okay?" Jean's voice was hushed.
"OF COURSE I'M NOT OKAY JEAN! YOU HAVEN'T SPOKEN TO ME IN DAYS! I DIDN'T KNOW IF ANYTHING HAD HAPPENED TO YOU! " Marco held back sobs and his voice became weak an broken, "I thought... I thought something had happened to you..." Marco was once again reduced to tears.
Jean felt a pang of guit. "Marco, I'm sorry. I'm coming over right now, okay? Just hold on." Jean hung up and got dressed as fast as he could, running out the door without even having his breakfast. He ran all the way to Marco's house and opened the door, running past Mr and Mrs Bodt (who were used to having Jean over so they didn't mind.) He practically flew up the stairs into Marco's room.
"Marco?" Jean looked around the room until he finally found Marco curled up into a corner, his face tearstained. Jean kneeled down beside him.
"It's okay Marco, I'm fine. You're gonna be alright." Jean laced his fingers with Marco's. "It's all okay now." Jean noticed every little thing about Marco, the way his hair fell on his forehead perfectly, the cute little freckles that adorned his body, the way his eyes shone with tears, everything about him was flawless.
'I'm not gay.' Jean thought to himself. 'I'm not'
Then why? Why did he feel so flustered and shy around Marco? They were best friends since they were little, so why did it feel like they were something more?
Jean grabbed a red Frisbee and grinned at Marco,
"let's go." He beckoned towards the door. Marco smiled and nodded.
"Okay, let's go."
A red blur flew through the air and Jean jumped to catch it, his fingers almost losing their grip on the disc. He laughed as he landed back on the ground.
"You call that a throw? Here's how it's really done!" Jean effortlessly flicked the Frisbee in the air and Marco caught it with one hand.
"Nice one!" Marco sent the Frisbee flying back into the air and this time it slipped away from Jean's fingertips. He ran to retrieve it, Marco trailing after him. Marco caught up to him and touched his shoulder lightly.
"Tag!" He yelled and dashed away.
Jean grinned and raised a brow. "Oh? So this is how it's gonna be? Just like when we were kids." Jean took off after Marco and got him right in the middle of his back. "Tag!" He shouted triumphantly. This went on until both were out of breath and were laughing hysterically. They went back to Marco's house and played video games together for hours. They sat on Marco's bed, talking and joking around.
"I miss when we were kids." Marco said wistfully. "We used to spend almost every day like this. I miss never having to worry about anything, don't you?" Jean glanced at Marco, "Yeah." He said. "Those were the days."
Jean laughed, "Remember the time we took some of Sasha's lunch and she ate our homework?"
Marco chuckled. "Yeah, and when we told the teacher she didn't believe us! Remember when me, you, Reiner and Bertolt had a piggyback race and you tripped over Annie?"
Jean held his sides, "Oh my god! I remeber, that was hilarious! Annie kicked me in the stomach after that!"
They went on like this, remembering funny things that had happened to them in the past until they were reduced to fits of laughter. Marco sighed. "Jean, I wish today could last forever." Jean nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, me too."
Soon the two fell fast asleep, their hands clasped together in their sleep.
