JanTom: Complete Opposites

Chapter Fifty-Two : Marco and Me

Chapter Fifty-Two : Marco and Me

"Marco, hey," I say slightly fatigued, my voice hoarse and my eyes stung from barely waking up. I could probably fall asleep while I walked or get bumped over.

Marco, however, looks even worst than me. His eyes were more stoic and huge bags was under his eyes. It also didn't help his nose was red and stuffy.

In short, we both looked like two monsters who crawled up the Earth's surface.

"Why do you look horrible?" I point out, letting out a yawn as Marco finally takes a step and I helped myself inside, eyeing him intently.

He doesn't reply and instead scoffed, showing indifference to me. He heads back to couch and hops in, not muttering a single word.

I followed pursuit, taking a seat beside him and we both sigh. I glanced at him. "I thought you were supposed to be happy?"

"Likewise," he grumbled under his breath, looking annoyed. "---I thought you and Tom got together."

"No!" I immediately denied, looking away. "---nothing happened..okay? Anyway, I thought you and Star had a great time yesterday?"

I mean they spent some time together and him having a huge crush on her, isn't that like a present to him? Unless something happened.

"I told her," he speaks after a long minute of silence.

"That I like her."

I blinked, trying to process what he just said, then it finally clicked like a key finally twisting open a knob. I screeched, my eyes slightly widen in shock. "What?! You told her?!"

"Yeah, stupid I know," he rubs the sleeves of his hoodie---one which I doubt if he ever washes frequently. He smiles sourly, eyes strained to the television blaring some show I couldn't care less.

"---and she told me she didn't see me that way."

I sucked the air in between my teeth, feeling quite uncomfortable and weirded out on what to say. Me and Marco, have a complex relationship. We don't...console each other or don't really show compassion as much we like to admit.

I lift my hand, hovering it in mid-air before stiffly planting it on his head, rigidly patting it with my lips wry. This is so embarrassing. "...cheer up...?"

"Geez, Janna. You suck at comforting other people," he scoffed, a sarcastic smile was plastered on his lips. Then he grabbed my hand and yanked it off his head. So much for trying to be nice.

He sighs, pulling his hood over, covering his face as he pulls it down. "--I knew it already. To her, I'm just some little kid. But I said it anyway."

"What did she say?" I leaned against the arm rest, staring at the white ceilings that was frequently cleaned by Angie.

"She said she's sorry and that I'm a nice kid, just that she can't see me anything but that," he grumbled, slouching his stance and extending his feet to the floor.

"This sucks," he kicked the leg of the table. "---why couldn't I be older? She thinks I'm like her little brother or something, that's even worst than being friendzoned."

"Well, she does make a good point," I added salt to the injury. "---I think she just doesn't see you as a guy since we're young. Maybe once you mature, I guess she'll start to see that?"

"You're saying that I have to wait two years to look like a guy to her?" he retorts, chuckling sourly. "---she'll probably be with someone by that time comes."

"Hey, it's just a small crush, right?" I nudged his shoulder. "---so you'll eventually forget her sooner or later."

"What if I don't?" he says in dread. "---I mean I reallyy really like her."