*HIATUS* The Punk and the Dork (jeanmarco) *St Rose Part 3*

Wednesday May 18th Part 3

Two hours of school passed relitivle quickly. I, as alway, went to pick Lu (as he liked to be called by his 'popular' frienda) up from school only to find that he want in his usual meeting spot. He doesnt want me to see him with his friends because i 'embaress' him. I pulled out my phone to check if he had updated me on his where abouts.
'Hey bro,
Going home with Jess then to watch the football game. Ill text you l8r bye'

Typical luke.

I finally texted a quick reply and got back on my bike as i returned home before the game. Grabbing some clean clothes, i freshend up and got ready. I reapplied my fading collogne and made sure i was wrapped up nice and warm ready for the game. Everyone says a boy that wears scarfs is a bit girly but i dont care. I checked the time. 35 minutes until the game starts. In a hurry, i straighten my jumper, brush down my black jeans, grab my glassess, slip on my converses and put on my warm leather jacket.

Once ready, i decided to walk to the school so i wouldnt have to take the motor bike everywhere. The cool evening breeze plays with my hair and i laugh at it. It truely was a beautiful day.

It took 30 minutes for me to walk to the game so i wond up being late. Still, i took a seat quitely at the back unnoticed until i saw who was sat bellow me. Luke & the Kirsteins were sat in the row infront of me. They were all cheering in unison for Jeans team and talking excitedly as the players were running round the pitch frantically until everyone on our side cheered and applauded and Jean ran across the pitch. I guess he just scored or something...

"Wow Jessie!" Luke half shouted over the droaning crowd "i wish my brother was as cool as yours! Hes just a pussy of a writer who has no friends."

"Dont say stuff like that, Lu! I think being a writer is very sweet and anyway Jean is a mega asshole!"

"Swap brothers?"

She laughs and playfully hits him.
God. I ship them so hard.

"You 2 are such a great couple, you know!" I leaned over the making them both scream in shock.

"H-HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE?!"

"Long enough to know that im a pussy of a writer..."

"EWWWW NOWAYY!"

I laughed

"Why the hell are you here anyway!?"

"Jean and i are going to hang out after the game."

"Whatever. Just shh im trying to watch the  game."

And with that we didnt talk from for the rest of the game. I spent all my time staring at the 'new' Jean. You could tell how passionate he was about his sport from his deternined look. It was about 5 minutes until the end before he stared up at where we all sat and he stoped mid run and just looked at his family cheering and waving at him. Though, he didnt wave at them he just ignored them. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up. He returned the smile with a little nod and a wink then continuted to run.

Suddenly the crowd errupted with cheers and screams as Jean scored the winning point and ran off to his team mates. The Kristeins and lu where screaming & cheering meanwhile i stood up and walked to the exit where i was to wait for Jean. People started to file out of their seats and out the door next to me. Finally, i was left on my own. Beep. My phone buzzed in my pocket and i checked my messages.
'You came to watch me?' From Jean.
'Yeah but where are you?'

"Here." Replied a sniggering voice behind me. I jumped slightly with a gasp.

"Oh my god youre such a dork spots." He walks over to me as i am laughing and stands face to face with me. Well as face to face as you can be when youre at least an inch taller than someone.

"You played good today." I smiled as he turned his away slightly blushing. 

"Thanks. Im really not that amazing."

"Youre better at sport than i could ever be... i mean my brother thinks that im a big sissy because i want to be a writer."

"Really? What a dickhead."

I stop and ponder this thought. I guess he was even though i had to put up with him because family is family after all...

"I guess..." i look at he feet akwardly admitting my brothers stupidty.

"I think if youre good at something that you should have every right to do it."

"Yeah..." wow he made a good point. "Anyway, should we go?"

"Yesh sure, where too spots?"

"I dont know? Wanna go to the cinema?"

"Sure, do you drive?"

"ahaha not exsactly... i ride a motorbike but i walked here..."

"Really!?" He exclaimed wide eyed them mumbled "God thats so cool..." under his breath. Me being me, i retort with a small chuckle.

"So you drive and i direct?"

"Sure."

And with that, we made our way to his black ford. After we were both sat down and buckled up Jean started the ignition and was greeted with the beautiful sound of Green Day. It must have been playing full volume and i swear you would be able to hear it a mile away from us.

"GWAAA SORRY!" Jean fumbled arround with the stero buttons until the music stopped. "Sorry..."

"Aww whyd you turn it off!? Holiday is one of my favourite songs!"

"What!?"

"What? Holiday is one of m-"

"Really!?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh my god Marco youre amazing!!"

"Really?"

"Yes. Yes you are." He turns the radio on and starts to drive.

It took us 10 minutes to get to the cinema in which we stupidly sang along to some of the other tracks on american idiot. Jean, like me, knew every lyric and whilst driving, continued to focus 40% of his concertration on the song.

"Jean, turn here!"

"Oh! Oh! Right!" With a screech jean turned at full speed then breaking throwing us foward suddenly. "Woah sorry! Er! Er! Are you okay!? Sorry!"

"Haha! Its okay! Im fine!" I reassure him placing a hand on his shoulder as he parks so we could go to the cinema.

"So where should we go first spots?"

"Hmm"

Where to go, where to go.