"Alright you little shit faces, I've given you the whole semester and winter break to work on this project, so if you don't have it today you're getting a zero!" The teacher yelled, making some of the students jump a bit. I just stared blankly up ahead, ignoring just about everyone. Marco was sitting on the other side of the room so I couldn't talk to him.

"Jean! Bring me your shitty excuse for an art project." He yelled, to which I rolled my eyes and complied. I brought my package up to the front and handed it to him. He looked at it skeptically and then proceeded to open it. I looked around and made sure no one was looking up. Marco had his head down on his desk so he was good. "Jean see me in the hallway please." I groaned but headed for the hall anyway.

I stood against the wall as he took his sweet time. He was looking at the pictures while walking outside, and he never took his eyes off of them as he shut the door. "You wanted to see me?" I said after a minute.

"Jean, I'm going to assume that you knew the criteria for this project?" He asked, looking at me and seeing me nod with a confused expression. "So, will you explain to me, why you used pictures of yourself and Bott?"

"Well sir, the agenda for this project was to capture something that we found to be perfect, am I correct?" He nodded and urged me to continue. "Well, over the course of these few months that I've been partnered up with Marco, we've been through quite a lot and he's been there for me through it all. He's the kind of person that everyone secretly wants to be like. He's beautiful, kind, loving, gentle, intelligent and everything else that could make a person perfect. He makes my life complete."

He simply stared at me for a long while and I started to get a bit uncomfortable. He looked back through the pictures and stopped at one; the one that was my favorite of us. It was from when him and I had gone to the park and fell asleep on a bench. Eren and Reiner had been out and about and they'd seen us, so they snapped a picture and left. When I got home that night, they'd sent it to me and it'd been my favorite since.

"This one, it's your favorite one isn't it?" He asked and I nodded sheepishly. "Jean, I'm surprised really. I figured you'd do something on a fucking football. This has real meaning and I'm glad you put a lot of work into it. If anything, it's going to be one of the higher grades on this project. You can go back in now."
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"What was the teacher talking to you about in art?" Marco asked as we walked down the sidewalk. "Are you in trouble for something?"

"Why do you automatically assume that I'm in trouble?" He chucked and shook his head. "But no, I'm not in trouble. He actually liked my project and said I did well on it. He just wanted to know what my reason for what I used was. It wasn't anything much." I explained.

"Well, you were out there for a while and I knew he kept looking over your pictures." He said, pausing for a minute before continuing. "What did you use?" He finally asked.

"It's none of your business is what it is." I said with a smirk, causing him to roll his eyes. "I'll tell you eventually, not now just eventually. It's not entirely important right now, and I fear that it may never be but that will be just fine because it's important to me an-"

"Jean you're rambling."

"Right my bad. So how's your mom and her pregnancy?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"She's good, she's not very far along but they said that there shouldn't be any complications. They are actually hoping for a boy this time. And my dad has finally stopped drinking so that's a plus." He said in his soft voice. I slung and arm around him as we walked down the road. "You're a bit clingy today aren't you?"

"I'm always clingy. And I haven't seen you in like two hours so I need to make up for that." He laughed and so did I as we walked. I looked at the books in his hand and seen a letter from an Ivy League. "How's the college thing going?"

"Oh, that. Yeah it's going good. I'm still waiting on one in particular but I'm keeping my head up. If anything, I've got plenty of options if that one doesn't come through." I nodded.

"What college is that?"

"Oxford." I stopped. It seemed as if my world had completely stopped turning and my breath had left my body. "What is it Jean?" I heard him speak, but it seemed to be barely above a whisper.

"That's in England." He nodded. "That's across a country and an ocean away." He nodded again. "That's really far." He nodded once more. My Marco could possibly be leaving me and going so far away tha-

"Jean you're doing it again." Right, I was doing it again. I was thinking about all the things that could be wrong about it for me and not thinking about how it could benefit him. "I don't want you to worry about it. It's a very slim chance that I would get accepted anyhow, so let's not dwell on it, alright?" I nodded and we continued walking again.

"I've got a headache the size of a bitch times twelve." Marco only laughed. "I really need to see someone about that, it's seems to get worse everyday."

"Well, if you ever decide to go see someone, my parents know this really good neurosurgeon-"

"You know I can't afford that."

"That does examinations for half the price of someone half as good." He finished with a roll of his eyes. "Honestly Jean, I know why Eren gets mad at you all the time." I scoffed and kept walking, lazily swinging my arms back and forth.

"Eren needs to get that dick out of his ass every once in a while if you ask me."

"You should've taken pictures of that, since you seem infatuated with saying that."

"Yeah, but the products already finished freckles, it's already finished." I said.

And it's fucking perfect.

Hey guys! Sorry I've been away for a while and I know this story seems to be going nowhere but I believe that it only has about five or so more chapters and we're done! Life is a bitch sometimes sooooo yeah! BAI