Jean and Marco

Jean's POV

After that one day break, classes started up for us. Walking over to my elective class in the art hallway. We were allowed to choose where we sit, no assign seating charts... but someone took my seat. The one I truly loved. So, I took a seat behind my original seat, growling at the fact that some kid took my seat.

"Ahem..." I turned, seeing this boy with noticeable freckles on his cheeks. "May I sit here with you?"

"I guess... most likely that I won't sit here tomorrow." I say, looking at the clock in the classroom. It read, 8:29.

"Really? I believe we never met... name's Marco. Marco Bodt." He holds his hand out for me to shake it.

Looking at it like it was poison to me, I sighed, there was no one else here that I could make friends with. He seemed... okay enough. But one look at him, and it felt that I knew him before. Like... I saw those freckles before. Remembering to this weird dream I had, I remember seeing him there. Those freckles were in the same, exact places. And that smile, sent this weird happy feeling in me.

I take his hand, shaking it well. "Jean Kirschtein."

The bell rings, signalling the time to start classes. Marco smiles, "Nice to meet you..."

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Marco's POV

I watched Jean focus on the teacher's lectures, but I couldn't. Jean... like a faint memory. The more I reached to remember it, the more distant it got, or the harder to remember every detail. All I got was from this weird dream that I had days ago... before meeting this cute guy...

Just closing my eyes for a few seconds, I remember bits and pieces of the dream... seemed so real...

Opening them back up, I was standing in this valley. I couldn't feel the breeze, or anything. The small creatures that were running around, ran right into me, and I didn't feel anything. Looking at my hands, I saw that they were see-through. When my breath should've been shaking with fear, I was calm. Calm... taking my few steps, I saw Jean...

He was standing under this apple tree, wearing his Survey Corps uniform. His cape in his hands, letting them flutter in the breeze.

I was a few feet away from him, and he whispered so quietly... but his voice was clear in my head. I heard him... his sweet, sweet words that I always loved. "Marco..." He looked up to the sky, closing his eyes.

Right next to him, and I whispered, knowing that he couldn't hear my voice, since I was dead. "Jean... I'm here..."

One touch on his arm, and these bumps rose on his arm. Jean shivered as I touched him, a small smile growing on his face. "Is that you, Marco?"

"Yes..." A smiled grew on my face as well. Oh, how I longed to hear him say that for a long time. I loved how he grew his hair out, long... handsome... "Jean, it's me... I want to tell you something!"

"Are you actually here?" He looked around, searching for me, but he looked right at me... and he never truly saw me. "Did you have something to tell me?"

"Of course!" I pleaded to speak to him, but I couldn't. No one truly knows what you're saying when you're dead... and I was right there to talk to him... to comfort him when no one else would.

He shook his head, "I'm sorry, Marco... but I think I'm in love..." How those words would stab me in the heart... but knowing him, he had to move on. I loved him... but he couldn't love me... not when I'm dead.

"In love? With who? Jean... I-I'm proud of you..."

Jean sighed... "There was this young woman, back when we were trainees... back in Trost, remember? Caroline... and I liked her when we were done. She talked to me... comforted me and all... then, I just fell for her..."

"As long as you are happy with your life, I'll support you all the way..."

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My dreams were snapped around, and I watched Jean and Caroline get married... I stood where the best man would be... smiling happily for him. Then, I watched Jean take care of his first-born son, naming him after me. When he was asleep, I would talk to his son, saying how much Jean was amazing and all.

Then, everything changed when they had another child, a daughter named Lily... how adorable she was...

I watched everyone, seeing how Marco found his own wife, and naming his son, Marco Jr. And I watched Jean die from that disease... I remember his last words... "Marco... I'm coming to see you again..."

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"Marco Bodt!" Snapping out of everything, Ms. Syide, called on me. "Must I repeat the question?"

Quickly searching at the board, the question she had was talking about a favorite artist that inspired us. I smiled, "The truth is, that I don't have a favorite artist that inspires me. I'm still looking, or that I go on and on about my creativity."

She smiled, "Ah, so you are so bright, Marco."

Everyone stared at me in awe, even Jean. Once Ms. Syide started to teach her class about art history, Jean started to talk to me. "Wow, you spaced out and managed to answer question right on the spot."

Chuckling, I felt my cheeks turn red. "I mean... she had the question on the board..."

"True..." When he looked at me, it felt that I had this feeling growing inside of me... like my dream. "Wanna hang out at lunch? I can't stand being around Connie, that class clown and Sasha, how much she eats her food... nor can I stand around that weird, angry bastard with his cute Asian girlfriend... eh, maybe around that blonde kid who has a haircut that looks like a girl."

I chuckle softly, "Alright. The class before lunch... I believe I have math..."

"Really? Which room?"

"Um... 281? I believe..."

He smiles, "Wow, that's the same math class I have... how haven't I met you before?"

Scratching my head, I had seen him... but me being so nervous, I didn't want to talk to him... he was so cute... "Um... I dunno... I guess our first day was so busy that I never had the chance to talk to anyone..."

"Huh."

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Jean's POV

Wow... now I'm just confused about myself. I know I like girls, but seriously? Marco Bodt looks cute! I like dating girls, dated some in elementary school... but seeing Marco and just talking to him... it felt right for me. Like I fell for him pretty hard... like every other feeling when I saw a cute girl... maybe... just maybe. We're best buds now, kinda... since I just met you. But one question that bothers me the whole entire day...

Marco, am I falling for you?

May I apologize for putting these stories out late? I've been pretty busy with some chores, and I have no time to write more parts that's so adorable like this. At this point, writing in all these different point of views, I just want to write some LeviHan... but there is a ship we haven't explored just yet! YumiKuri. Ymir x Christa/Historia. Because of her name changes, I'm sticking with Christa, or Historia... I dunno which one is better. Tell me which one to use! But after the YumiKuri chapter, back to LeviHan. Gah, I wanna write about that love triangle between Levi, Hanji, and Erwin.

There is gonna be a chapter, that will link everyone together... to finally meet one another. This might be cool, field trip down memory/history lane! Um... thinking it to happen after the LeviHan chapter. I'm excited to see your reactions when it's out!

Have the greatest day today, and if you're not having one, well... I hope your other days will be better than today. Once more, thanks to BlueFox0407 for giving me this idea! Writing this was amazing and cute!