"Do you want to have lunch with us?" Jean asked.

You shook your head. "As nice as that sounds, someone already asked me."

"Who?"

"Marco." You answered.

He started laughing.

"What is it? Did you say a joke in your head or. . .?"

"No, no. (y/n), Marco is my best friend. We sit at the same table."

"Oh." You blinked. "How was I supposed to know that?"

Jean shrugged. "When you sat with Marco."

"You little--"

The bell rang.

"Okay, get your partner's number or email, whatever. You might -- no, will have to visit each other to get the assignment done. Unless you are somehow able to write down a lot of stuff. Like, a lot. Bye!" Hanji said.

"I guess we should trade emails." You told Jean. "No offense, but, I just met you today."

"Yeah, I agree. Here." He took out a pen and wrote his email on a piece of paper before handing it to you.

"Alright, I'll email you after school."

"Okay."

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At lunch, you had met Reiner, Annie, Bertholdt, Krista, Ymir, Eren, and Mikasa.

You were now in your room. You laid on your stomach, opening up your laptop. You turned it on and typed in the password.

You sent an email to Jean saying it was you. Sighing, you walked downstairs into the kitchen. You opened up the fridge and tapped your chin. "Let's see. . ."

Your (e/c) eyes scanned the fridge and landed on what you were looking for. You grabbed the Oreos and grinned. "Yes!" You walked back up the stairs and closed the door in your room.

You jumped onto the bed and went on your stomach. You saw someone replied to your email. The email address was: [email protected]

It said:

Hi. It's Jean, even though you can probably see that.

You typed:

Yeah, nice user.

You grabbed an oreo and put it in your mouth, eating it. You saw a reply from Jean:

I was joking around and when I entered it, it actually made it my email, okay?!

You replied:

Whatever you say. #2LiesWithJean

Jean sent:

#(y/n)IsBadWithHashtags

You typed:

#ScrewYou

Jean replied:

You're so mean. Anyway, you can come to my house tomorrow. You DID have your first day on a Tuesday (today). So, tomorrow would be good.

You sent:

For all I know, you could be a psycho killer.

Jean sent:

I would have killed you by now.

You smiled before typing:

True. What's your address?

You grabbed another oreo and saw him reply with the address. You walked down the stairs and saw your mother. "Mom, there's a class assignment and I have to go to my partner's house to work on it with them. Can I go to their house tomorrow after school?"

"Sure." Your mom nodded. "I'll be busy anyway. So, it would be good to spend time with a friend."

"I had a friend back home." You mumbled.

"What?" Your mom asked.

"Oh, I said 'thank you.'"

"No problem."

You walked back to your room. You knew your mom cared, she really did. But, she was busy and never really scolded you. Not that you'd complain. It was just natural for a mom to discipline kids. Not yours, though.

You went back onto your bed. You emailed Jean saying you would come over. You grabbed your notepad and a pencil. You wrote "Things I like about Jean."

Well, he's an idiot.

You sighed and tossed the pencil and notebook onto your desk. You fell backwards, onto the bed. "Why is this so hard?! Right. Because I haven't really known him." You frowned before you felt your phone vibrate.

You took it out of your back pocket. You saw Brendan texted you. You tapped on it:

Hi.

You typed:

Hey.

You threw your phone next to you and bit your lip. You put on your dark blue hoodie and touched your (favorite band) wristband. You always loved it. When you didn't have it on, your world was thrown out of orbit. It carried a memory.

You took a deep breath and closed your laptop. You walked down the stairs and put on your converse. "I'm going to go for a walk!" You yelled, walking out the door. You closed the door behind you. The cold air of winter hit you. You pulled up the hood of your jacket and kept walking.

"(y/n)?"

You blinked and turned your head, seeing Jean. "Hi."

"Hi. What are you doing here?"

"Uh, that's my house. . .?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, right, sorry. I live a few neighborhoods over."

"What are you doing here, then?" You asked.

"I was going to visit Marco. He lives a few houses down from your house, you know." Jean said.

"Oh. I didn't know that, actually." You replied. "Well, you should go to his house." You started walking again.

"I'm sure he won't mind if I'm a few minutes late." He smiled.

"Maybe not. But, minutes turn into hours and then you're late."

He chuckled. "Why do you turn something nice into something negative?"

"Why do you ask these questions?"

"I'm just a curious person." Jean smiled.

"Curiosity killed the cat." You pointed out.

"Maybe the cat was trying to help someone."

"I don't need your help, Jean, okay? There's no puzzle to solve and no one to save." You sighed. You heard loud, fast footsteps. You saw Marco run over to you and Jean.

"Hey, (y/n)!" The kind boy smiled.

"Hi, Marco." You gave him a small smile.

"How are you?"

"I'm doing pretty good. Jean told me he was going to your house. I'll see you around. I heard you live a few houses down."

"Yeah, that would be nice. We could hang out sometime."

"Sure, yeah. See you later." You waved before you resumed walking.

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