Waking up, now that was a pain in the ass. I didn't want to wake up due to the fact that the sun was shining right in my face. I realized that I was on my back on a couch and there was a heavy weight on my chest. I raised my head up slightly, wincing at the pain of the crick in my neck. I seen the most breathtaking thing in my life.

Marco.

Cliché as it may be, seeing his sleeping form outlined by the wary morning sun was beautiful. He was peaceful and at ease. He wasn't worrying about his art project or anybody looking at him. He wasn't worried about his parents or himself. His hair was splayed all over the place in a way that only Marco could pull off. I wasn't even ashamed in admitting that this was nice, seeing him in this state.

My heart rate increased a bit at the thought of me waking up to this every day for the rest of my life. I wasn't in love with the guy, I just thought it'd be nice to have someone like him to go to whenever, he was nice but he was willing to stand up for someone or something he cared about. He was a great person to be around and I loved hearing his laugh. The way his freckles bounced around when he would chuckled, the way his eyes would light up when he talked about something he enjoyed, the way he smelled, the way he walked, the way he just lived made him, well him.

There had been many times he told me that he admired my ability to be me and still not be afraid to put myself out there. So many times I'd been compelled to tell him that I admired him. Not for things he'd done that were noteworthy, but just for things that he did without thinking or trying. I admired him for being him. Nothing artificial, nothing wrong, because what could go wrong with someone like him?

"Jean your heart is like a fucking drum in my head right now." I was dumbfounded. I couldn't find words to speak coherent sentences. Everything I'd known, completely left my brain and I was left there like a vegetable. "Jean I know you're awake. I can tell."

"Marco." I said, staring at the wall as if it had the answers to all of my problems. "You just- you know that you just- I think you just-"

"Spit it out Jean."

"You cussed." I said and Marco raised up quickly. I met his wide eyes and he was as pale as a ghost. I started laughing a little bit, him joining in not long after.

"Please for the love of god do not tell my parents." He said in between laughs.

"Oh I'm going to go call them right now!" I said and wrestled him to the floor, playfully rolling around the room. Eventually he wound up on top of me; again. I stared up at him, too lazy to try and rebel anymore. "How you doing up there pal?" I asked with a smirk, to which he returned with a small laugh.

"Fine, how is it down there in hell?" I laughed a little louder than he had before.

"Fine because I get a perfect view of heaven from where I stand." I said without thinking. Marco blushed a bit and so did I. I didn't mean to say that, but when do I ever mean to say something? He rolled off of me with a groan that made my blush grow a little darker. Typically, there would be at least one other person passed out in this room, but the damn door was shut as if they'd meant for us to be alone.

"Jean, did I really smoke and drink last night? Or was that just one of my dreams of my nonexistent social life?" I chucked at him.

"Oh yeah, you totally smoked and drank. You were so fucking stoned that you couldn't even talk to Mikasa and Annie without slurring your words or wobbling." He looked at me with worried eyes. "Relax, they weren't disgusted by you or whatever shit you may be thinking. Eren has been much more fucked up than you could even think about being." I said, hoping to make him feel a little bit better even though I'm shit at stuff like that.

"You are literally shit at helping people fee better." He said and I laughed, finding it ironic how he said exactly what I was thinking. "Damn I did it again." I couldn't help but giggle at him. Yes I giggle, get over it. "Jean you're a bad influence on me." I sat up straight, trying to keep a straight face but having one of those smirks that you tried to hide but couldn't.

"You're saying that I'm a bad influence? What about Eren and Reiner and Bertolt?" I laughed a bit more. "He'll even Bertolt is a worse influence than I am!" I defended with a smile. He laughed with me.

"Well you're probably not wrong on some aspects of that. Bertolt isn't the most innocent person there is on some things." He said with a giggle. I just kinda let my smile fade a bit, remembering that he and Bert had dated before.

"Did you and Bert, y'know, do it?" I asked and he just gave me the typical "are you a dumbass or?".

"Of course we didn't. I mean yeah, we fooled around a bit and got a bit ha day but nothing too serious." I sighed and laid back down, my head pounding from all the laughing and rolling around. "Did I... Say anything weird last night?" He asked and I just looked at him.

"Well I mean, you told me that if we had been different people we would've fucked on that couch over there." I said and he blushed. "Not in those exact words of course, but you get the point." He nodded and looked around awkwardly.

"You wanna know something Jean?" He asked and I nodded simply, not really feeling the whole answering verbally thing. "You're not only my best friend." He said, catching my attention when he said I was his best friend. "You're also the best best friend I've ever had." He said quietly. I looked over to him and smiled gently. Not anything sarcastic or anything like that. A genuine smile. I brought my fist over to him and he bumped it back.

"Same here pal, same here."