Jean's Pov

"Mr. Keirstein, i will not accept your foul-mouthed tone in my classroom! And i will not excuse your shirt. Exploiting something that disgusting should be illegal, and is not permitted at this school, do you hear me?"

I was sitting in the gym coach's office while he ranted on about my shirt and my behavior, rambling on about how i was a disgusting homo that should just purify himself. Fucking idiot.

When he finished his speech, he looked over at me and said, "Get out of my office." I complied and silently stalked out the door. "How bad's your punishment?" A voice came from my left. When i looked over, i saw some guy standing a few feet away

He had black hair a bit longer than mine and freckles scattered across his smiling face. "Don't know, don't care. Who are you?" I asked him, frowning.

He adjusted his hair and held out his hand before saying, "Marco Bodt, professional failure." I smiled a bit and shook his hand firmly. "Jean Keirstein, professional badass."

After our slightly awkward conversation, we both started to head to our next classes. "You know, this is my first time ever late to class." He spoke as the bell rang. I'd been late to class loads of times, but this kid hadn't once?

"Hey, uh Jean?" He asked quietly. "Yeah?" "I was uh, wondering i-if you wanted to g-get some coffee with me after s-school?" He stuttered. I looked him over. He really isn't that unattractive, and i do enjoy talking to him, so, "Why not? Sure." I replied.

Marco's face lit up and i smiled too.

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After school, Marco and I walked to Starbucks and got our respective coffees. "So... Hello there." I said. "Hi." He replied smiling. I noticed him looking at my shirt. "Watcha starin' at?" I asked. He looked up and said, "Just your shirt. So, you're gay?" I nodded.

"My parents kicked me out the house for it. But I'm okay with it, I like living away from them." Marco smiled. "That must be nice, living away from anti-gay parents... Wish I could do that." Wait... "Wait, you're...?" He nodded.

"So who else knows?" He pointed at me and said nothing. I frowned at him. "Hey, if your parents find out and get pissed, you can crash at my place, yeah?" He nodded again. I grinned. "Oi, hand me your phone for a sec." He forked it over and I put my contact in as "Professional Badass".

I handed him my phone and he put his contact in as "Professional Failure". I changed it to, "Professional Awesome". He saw and laughed, and then we paid and left. "See ya tomorrow Marco." "Yeah."

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MARCO POV

As I laid down on my bed, I sighed and started on my math homework. I put some headphones in and started listening to Green Day. My parents think I enjoy Beethoven and Bach. Oh no I don't.

My family gives me a lot of privacy because I'm such a good kid, which is great because that means I can jam out to My Chemical Romance and no one would ever know. I hacked my phone so around the time my mom/dad comes in to tell me food is ready, it automatically starts up Beethoven.

I sat there working on my homework when Jean crept into my thoughts. I forced the thoughts out and continued my world history homework. I like world history, it reminds me of an anime I watch, which is another thing I hide from my family.

Beethoven started playing and surely, my mother came in. "Marco, food's ready!" My mom called from from the doorway. "Okay." I got up and headed to the dinner table, where my dad was ranting about a new kid in one of the classes he teaches at school.

"-irt that was obscene and disgusting. Homosexuality should be illegal. Maybe we could petition to the government!" I sat beside my older sister, Lana, and she passed me a dollar.

We had bet on what he was gonna rant about, she had thought he would rant about work. Lana still doesn't know I'm gay though. "Marco, do you have that Keirstein kid in any of your classes?" I silently nodded. "We're getting you a schedule change, I don't want you to be defiled by that unholy fag."

He said. "But I like my classes! Please don't change them, it'll mess up my grades." Everyone was shocked, this was the first time I had disagreed with my father. "Fine." Everyone, again, was shocked, Just not at me this time.

"Just make sure you stay away from that fag." I gulped and nodded. After dinner, I went into my bedroom and laid down, listening to Welcome To The Black Parade by MCR. I really should tell them. I thought as I drifted into sleep with a frown.

Jean's PoV

"Take me back take me back!" I was sitting on my couch watching Doctor Who in my pj's, while eating ice cream and Nutella. My cat, Titan, rubbed up against my leg and hopped into my lap, licking some of the cream from my arm. "Titan, get off. And quit licking the ice cream you're lactose intolerant."

Titan meowed sadly and stalked off. While I watched another sad moment in the show, I started to alternate between dreams and reality. One second I was watching Rose Tyler, the next i was Rose Tyler. The dream/show panned to the other side of the wall to show David Tennant, then Marco, then David Tennant again.

I shook my head. What the fuck? That's weird... I had never thought I would dream about a guy the day I met him, but he was cute so I didn't worry about it too much. It was getting late anyway, so I turned off the TV, fed Titan, and went to bed.

A/N Hello my glamorous little muffins! Yes, y'all are glamorous muffins. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do! I'm working really hard juggling five fanfics, but I'll get through. Well, that's enough time wasted for now. DANKE, GUTEN NACHT!