JeanMarco High School AU

3

"Jean, you slept in that shirt."
"Yeah, yeah mom."
It was half past seven before noon and the boys had just come upstairs after breakfast. Marco was trying to convince Jean to wear a different t-shirt then the one from yesterday.
"So you want one of mine?"
"Okay, whatever" the short one said.
The dark haired boy smiled satisfied and turned around to look through his closet. After some seconds he took out a black shirt. He held it up to show. It had the Fall Out Boy logo in white on it.
"That's actually really cool" Jean said taking it. "Thanks."
"No problem."
Marco turned around again and took some clothes for himself. The paler boy couldn't help but look at the other as he took his shirt off. His back was full of freckles which he found sort of cute and he was build rather strong.
Suddenly the tall boy turned around and looked at his friend his look asking why he wasn't changing. Jean's usually light face turned into a dark shade of red. Seeing the other one's naked chest and abdomen didn't make it any better. Hastily he turned around.
"What the fuck Jean?" he thought to himself. He took off his shirt changing it for the band t-shirt from his friend - which smelled very good as he noticed - , still feeling Marco's eyes on him. Then he grabbed his jeans from the floor and put them on, avoiding further eye contact.
Full dressed he looked back at his new friend and told him that he was ready. The brown eyed boy nodded, he was also dressed. He was wearing a plain grey shirt and a green flannel with dark jeans.

The pair said goodbye (and Jean thanks) to Mr and Mrs Bott and they took off to school. They walked, since the school wasn't too far away and decided that Jean would take his bike after school.
"What should we do about your frien- I mean the gang? Do you think they will attack us if they see us?"
"Yes I'd guess so. Don't go to the classes you have with them, try to stay around people and stay away from their smoking corner then everything should be fine."
"Will you do the same?"
"Do I look like I want to get punched?"
Marco laughed. "Luckily not."
The shorter boy looked confused at his friend. Was he implying that he wouldn't want him to get hurt?
"So we can be each others people, if you're okay with that."
"Yeah."
They smiled.
They were aware that they couldn't go on that way forever, but it had to do for now.

One peaceful week passed. Jean's concept of avoiding the gang worked great until now. The boys were together a lot of the time. Jean often came to Marco's house and they would play games, listen to music or watch a film.
People always say that if you like someone from the beginning you won't like them when you get to know them better, but that wasn't the case with Jean and Marco. Both liked each other better the more time they spend together. There was more underneath the bad boy layer of Jean and Marco was more than a happy positive person.
Both caught themselves starring at the other one several times those days.
Jean had hated morning's before, but now, as soon as he saw Marco, it was the highlight of his day. He thought all of those occurrings were normal, or at least he tried to convince himself that that was the case, because he finally found someone who was on the same level as him and someone who didn't hate him, but soon he'd realise why he felt weird.

Marco just came out of his art class he had without his short friend and was headed to the music class. He was exited to tell his friend, who he'd normally meet in that class, about the rumour of one of their favourite bands reuniting, but he didn't turn up.

After fifteen minutes of the other one not appearing Marco started feeling slightly uneasy. He asked the teacher to leave to visit the toilet, while he'd actually look around to find Jean.
The discomfort in his stomach grew as his friend was nowhere to be found. He decided to look outside, but couldn't find him there eighter. Suddenly a thought came to his head: what if his friend wasn't in school anymore? He took out his phone and called him. A smile crossed his lips. He knew it wasn't the right time for that, but as he looked through the contact's for Jeans number he remembered how he got it.

It was two days after the incident happened. The blond had appeared at the Bott house with the pretext of having forgotten to return the Fall Out Boy shirt.
"That's very nice of you!" Marco had said taking the shirt. "But you could've given it tomorrow too."
"Yeah, I know, but I felt like coming over." and seeing you, he had added in his head. "Sorry."
"No need to apologise, I appreciate you coming. Do you want to come in then?"
"I'd love to."
That day they sat on the roof in front of the window to Marco's room, listening to Nirvana while Jean smoked a cigarette. They hadn't talked a lot, but it was still beautiful. They sat there until the sun disappeared by the horizon.
Before his friend left, Marco had asked bashfully: "Would you mind giving me your number? You know, just in case..."
He had seen Jean blushing and the small smile on his lips as he was taking out his phone. His heart had felt as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

Hearing "Blasphemy" from Bring me the Horizon in the distance made Marco come back to the now - the song was Jean's ringtone.