-Jean's P.O.V-

You had your hand on the doorknob as if you hadn't had time to let go of it. You looked as if you couldn't believe what you were seeing. I don't blame you. I basically made out with Mikasa, cheating on you sorta. Worst of all, I was going to ask her out until she kissed me. As if things couldn't get even worse out of this, it would have been our four week anniversary. "___. ." I began in between Mikasa's kisses. She wouldn't stop, good. You gave me a look saying:  "Don't talk to me ever again." You probably hate my guts. Way to go,  Jean. You and ___ are now over. You shut the door quietly, probably not to disturb Mikasa. You would mostly likely slam it as hard as you could.  But Mikasa was your friend. "What was that about?" Mikasa asked. "Oh. . Nothing. . Er, will you be my girlfriend?" I asked. Of course I liked you. But I realized I also like Mikasa. We were over now. I might as well try to be happy. Even though I'm not.

-Normal P.O.V-

You were in your room, silently crying. You didn't want your mom to know. You had just begun crying your tears and texted Marco.

You: Can you come over?
Marco: Alright. I'm on my way.

You let out a sigh. Twenty minutes later, Marco arrived. He had rode his bike. Your mom offered him a cookie. He knocked on your bedroom door. You answered it and let him in. "____, what's wrong?" He asked. You began explaining.

". . So. . That's what happened. ." You finished. At this, Marco hugged you. You hugged him back. "I'm going to talk to Jean once I leave." Marco told you. "Marco, no. I don't want you to end your friendship with him." Marco held up a hand to silence you. "___, It'll be fine."

With Jean and Marco. . . .

Marco knocked on the door of the Kirstein's house.
Jean answered the door. "Marco, now's not a good time to hang out--"
"I'm not here to hang out." The freckled boy replied.
"What are you here for? I thought I gave you back Mario Kart--"
"Don't act like you don't know, Jean. You hurt ____." Marco frowned. At this, Jean sighed. "I'll be outside for a minute!" Jean called, stepping outside. "Okay!" Marco heard. That was Mikasa. Marco thought. Jean closed the door. "Jean! How could you do that to ____?! You were the one who asked her out, not the other way around! You shouldn't have if you still liked Mikasa! Now _____'s upset all because of some make-out session that you agreed to! Do you know what you did to her?! I hope things don't get worse for her!!" Marco yelled. Jean flinched. "I know what I did to ____! I regret hurting her! At least you don't have to think of the expression on her face! I went out with Mikasa to try to make me happy! But the truth is, I'm not! I truly liked ____! I don't know why I kissed Mikasa!" Jean yelled, his emotion bursting out.

"Jean, I'm sorry. . ." Marco apologized. "No, Marco, I am." Jean sighed. "I need to get ____ back." He said. "Give me a minute." Jean walked inside.

-Jean's P.O.V-

I looked over at Mikasa. "Mikasa, I'm sorry.. I'm dumping you. . I like ___." I sighed.
She simply shrugged "Okay. I'm not over Eren either. We're through."
"Oh. . Alright." I didn't think it would be so easy. "Friends? Or whatever we are?" I asked. She gave a nod and left, probably walking home. I went back outside. "Marco, I dumped Mikasa. I need ___ again. ." I told him. He nodded, "I'll help. I know how much you two mean to each other."