Crush (On Hold)

Crush (On Hold)

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On hold till I can figure out what to do with it This story is about two best friends named Marco Bott and Jean Kirstein. Marco Bott is our protagonist in this weird story I decided to make. Marco and Jean have always been best friends, honestly they can't even remember a time they weren't together or when they didn't call or video chat. They really were the best of friends, but little did Jean know Marco had an astronomical crush on him, and I don't mean a regular blushy blush blush crush I mean posters, plushies, body pillows, shirts stolen, underwear missing, you name it Marco has it. You may ask "Does Jean notice most of his stuff has gone missing? Or that someone stole his stuff?" well to answer question yes, yes he does but he's to caught up with crush on Mikasa Ackerman that he thinks she steals his stuff, so he doesn't really mind it. You may also wonder "Does Marco know about Jean's crush on Mikasa?" Of course! He's not happy with it though since that's all he talks about, and Marco gets jealous very easy, but he also has to respect his love's decision, so as much as he hates it he also has to realize it's not his position to decide what Jeans heart wants. Anyways I wont waste anymore of you time, Enjoy!
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