Attack on Kirschtein

 ”WAIT A MINUITE.”  He shouted.

Jean was beside himself. He didnt know what to do… Did he honestly just say that? This isn’t happening…? "So…. now… you like me..???" 

 …….. Jean’s heart raced and he looked all around. “M-m….” He couldn’t find the words to help the situation. It was just like the cafe… it  was all so confusing. How was all this happening?  He leaves this guy on a date and he comes back with a confession??

Jean was boggled and frozen in thought.. This guy.. the one who had the darkest hair he’s ever seen. The most quaint face, The most considerate heart. He put the pop-tart on the table to cool…

Jean couldn’t help but feel a calming around him. He just wanted the puzzle to match and make sense.  Now that they were…. He felt the calm after the storm of stupidity. But Jean felt there was only one way to settle this and make it completely clear. And it was like that Jean held Marco’s be-freckled face without hesitation, looking deep into those orange brown eyes and laying a kiss on Marco’s lips.

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Marco never thought he would end up “falling in love” with his best friend. All it took was jeans warm, gentle hand, to softly grip around his. Every time marco saw jean blush, felt like a warm poptart on his cheeks.  Marco thought he had fucked up big time.. He already did at the restaurant. He might as well just… walk away and hope they could at least be best friends. Before Marco opened the door, He felt jean grab him, turn him around and kiss him on the lips. Marco’s heart nearly exploded. His cheeks were like a burnt poptart stuck in the toaster, Jeans lips felt so soft, so warm.

Marco pulled away, blushing hard, laughing with embarrassment. ” J-Je..ean!” He looked at him now, shocked, ” Wha….” Marco gulped. ” Calm down marco..” He thought to himself and cleared his throat. ” N-Never mind…” Marco Kissed jean again, wrapping his arms around his neck.

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" eerrggggg mmmmmm well." Marco shot back from Jeans sudden reaction. " At first i wasn’t asking for a romantic time.. It just turned out… like that? heheheheeee ^^;; " He took a deep breath, looked over to jean again, coughing. " -cough- No… no…-cough- Of course n-not!!"

 "WAIT A MINUITE."  He shouted.

Jean was beside himself. He didnt know what to do… Did he honestly just say that? This isn't happening…? "So…. now… you like me..???" 

 …….. Jean's heart raced and he looked all around. "M-m…." He couldn't find the words to help the situation. It was just like the cafe… it  was all so confusing. How was all this happening?  He leaves this guy on a date and he comes back with a confession??

Jean was boggled and frozen in thought.. This guy.. the one who had the darkest hair he's ever seen. The most quaint face, The most considerate heart. He put the pop-tart on the table to cool...

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Marco watched jean put the poptarts in the toaster, ” whuuu….”  Who on earth ‘heats’ Poptarts? Marco always ate them cold. ” Ahh well… yeah.. i was confused about the whole hand holding thing.. I mean.. I know i grabbed your hand.. But at the restaurant i couldn’t help but feel.. blushy… and i got confused with my emotions” He gulped and looked away. " I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable Jean.." He looked over to him with a small blush, " I don’t know what i’m feeling really.. Can you be honest with me? did i make you extremely uncomfortable? >_> ---------------------------------------------------------

"I suppose I mis-interpreted it all. I thought you were asking me for a…" Jean put the breakfast on the plate.  "A romantic ……time.." Jean felt his cheeks blush as he looked up to see Marco with wide eyes. "You know there's NOTHING wrong with it alright??!!?" Jean said in stern voice. 

  "Eh…. yeah of course. Come on in." Jean closed the door behind them and motioned towards the table, where a cup of tea and toast sat.  "You want something to eat for breakfast? I wasn’t expecting early bird company…. I can make you something?" Jean rifled through this cabinets, only producing a small plastic wrapper. "Eh… you’re out of luck…..I only have pop tarts… Kinda pathetic. I would have been down to make you some waffles real quick or eggs or something…"

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Marco sat down, he looked at his watch, ” 8am.. was it REALLY that early? Jean never gets up early…” He thought to himself. He looked over at jean,

" p….Poptarts?" He kinda laughed nervously. " Sure i guess. ^////^" He sighed, " Listen jean… i’m really sorry about the other day.. Really I am.. I was just confused is all >////<" He put his hand on the back of his neck and laughed nervously again. " I guess im a weird person.."

Poptarts for breakfast… He always remembered eating them as a snack. AND COLD. ( g dammit Kelsey. XDXDXD ) He looked up at jean with his messed up bed hair, and blushed. ” >///> STOP IT MARCO NOT NOW.” He thought rubbing his neck slowly.

It was a moment before Jean opened up the door yawning. "nn…Oh. Hey.. Marco."  Jean saw Marcos eyes darting this way and that. "Oh… Hey whats wrong.? Is there trouble?"  It just hit Jean. ”Oh…. …………………………..shit.” Jean lifted his head and looked Marco in the eyes. “Look…. I don’t leave people like that…. I’m sorry. But you did give me the wrong impression Bodt….”

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" uuurrggg… Yeah… I know.. But have you gave it some thought? I-I m-mmmean.." Marco looked away and blushed.He had to stop and think before speaking.  " Listen Jean i’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to give away the wrong impression. Can i just be honest with you? May I… Come… In?"

Jean felt his gut drop a little. "W-fttp"Sandwich caught in is mouth. "YOU. WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT HUH?" Jean’s cheeks burned with a bright red hue. He knew Marco was a caring individual, and would never lead him onto the wrong idea, but Jean’s throat felt dry and his heart stung in confusion. He really did look forward to something like this.  But maybe he read in.. It wasn’t as bad as he thought?  Jean reached into his pocket and slapped down some cash.  His voice lowered into an embarrassed whisper.  "I’m sorry Marco… I made a mistake. It wasn’t supposed to be like this and I probably freaked you out….. I’m sorry ok?" Jean grabbed his coat a left through the double doors.

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Marco was surprised. ” Playin-g.. with?” He saw Jean slam the money on the table and walk out. Marco looked out the window as he watched Jean walk away. ” What did i say?” He thought to himself. The waiter came to the table, ” I’ll bring you back your change.” Marco waved his hand and stood up, ” No need. Keep it. Have a good day.” He smiled to the waiter and walked out. He looked up and saw dark clouds. ” Damn.. I didn’t bring an umbrella…”

It began to rain as Marco was walking through town. ” I kind of should have expected such a reaction.. -sigh- I’ll give him a couple of days…”

College au where Marco’s a jock who’s obsess with a shy Jean, dorky working adult au, and High School au where these dorks got stuck inside a cabinet together for some reason and Marco is Jean’s ‘Notice me!’ senpai. 

They should marry. All because i never had one… HOT.

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" uuhhhh.. Y-yeah.. however its supposed to rain anytime now.."

Marco looked outside and just as he said that, the rain started. He just chuckled at himself. ” Figures” he said softly. He knew this was a date, He knew he was acting weird and jean knew he was. ” Enough of this weird talk Marco.. you are just going to make this day even more awkward…” he thought to himself as he lifted up the sandwich. He took a bite, crumbs on his face now, and chewed slowly. ” I’m sorry if i am acting weird.. I feel.. kinda..” He said with his mouth full.

Marco swallowed, leaving the crumbs on his face and looked over to jean, with a tiny blush on his face. ” Kinda..” He paused, and looked away out the window as it seemed to fog up, the rain picking up.

Marco knew something was. A bit off.. was it him? Or was it the both of them. He wanted to know but he wasn't sure if now was the best time to ask silly questions. So, he took a bite of his sandwich and smiled, " DELICIOUS." Marco had crumbs all over his face. He tried to lick them all off before using a napkin like a proper gentleman should.

" Jean... I have a question... don't judge okay..?" Marco began to blush a bit and looked away to the side. " why did you hold my hand... walking to this place...? We..W-we never held hands before..." he said in a shaky voice. He thought, " should I tell him I like him...? Oh god marco its true isn't it! You like jean! Shit shit shit.. no no no marco you dummie!" He looked at him, taking another bite and spoke with his mouth full, " I... I liked it.. it was nice.. you have soft hands..."

 ”Come on Kirschtein you’re a man. Kinda? You can handle one silly date.” Jean thought Jean looked up to see Marco still awaiting his answer on menu choice.  "crap ABORT ABORT he’s staring at me- being all.. cute- GAH" Jean slapped down the menu- “CROQUE MONSIEUR FOR ME, and the bathroom!” Jean swiftly skimmed away to the restroom door in the farthest corner of the room, the chef giving a quick nod to him as he walked by. 

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Marco was shocked by the way Jean was acting. Just yesterday, they were acting fine, Cracking jokes, skipping rocks at the pond, going for walks, just…being good friends.. it all changed for marco the moment jean held his hand.. It felt like a spark.. Marco was confused.

" Am…I…GAY?! NOO-NO NO YESTERDAY I WAS A STRAIGHT MAN. JEAN IS MY GOOD FRIEND MARCO YOU’RE BEING SILLY." He thought to himself, as he began to feel a little warm. Was it hot in this place? or was it just him?

 ”Uh… yeah it is…”  Jean pulled away and opened the door. This was his favorite place.. and the third sandwich shop on that street. Funny how Marco chose this one of all places. ”hmm maybe we like the same sandwiches?” Jean thought. "What the heck does that even mean?.. idiot.." Jean shook his head.. he had a habit of talking slightly out loud or showing his thought processes in his body language.. Something he had yet to master.. "You… want to sit down?" Jean looked around. "pal?" Jean’s face flushed beet red out of embarrassment. "Bu-d-dy?" "shut up Jean shut up stop" He thought

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Marco was noticing jean was acting a bit strange himself. Was it the moon? Was it making everyone act weird? Every time Jean blushed, Marco blushed harder.

" hahaha alright alright i’ll find a table.." he nudged him, " PAL"

Marco was looking at the menu and noticed they had his favorite sandwich. ” ………” His eyes widened. ” ooooohh. THEY HAVE IT.” He looked over to jean, blushing hard now for that random outburst.

" I-….I mean… they have my favorite sandwich >/////>"

How embarrassing. ” We’re just going out to lunch as friends… RIGHT? why am i acting like we are on a date?!” He thought to himself.