Jean's POV

"How much longer is it going to take for him to get here?!" Reiner whined while he sat in my living room. We were having the gaming party, and Connie, Eren and Reiner were already there. We were waiting for Bertolt even though he technically wasn't part of the group. He was Reiner's boyfriend, so of course he was welcome.

He would've been there with Reiner but he went to go see if he could talk Freckled Jesus into coming. He'd said that it wasn't likely that he would, so we didn't get our hopes up. I heard a phone go off in the other room, and I walked from the kitchen and into the room with the others. "Bert said that he's on his way over here." Eren said, laying upside down on my couch. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Better not break my couch. My parents won't buy me another one." I said. I didn't live alone, I lived in the rental property of my parents house. They got tired of having to deal with tenants so they et me have it. Sure they lived right above me but I had no rules about where I could go and when. And then helped me out with anything I needed so I wasn't hurting for anything. Eren snorted and flipped me off, paying attention to whatever was on his phone.

Reiner was wrestling with Connie, and you can only guess how that was going. Poor Connie was getting a light beating and Reiner wasn't even actually trying. They were having fun, that's all that mattered. I went back into the kitchen to get a drink. It wasn't alcohol, I wasn't that irresponsible. We only drank after a victorious football game.

I leaned against the counter and sipped from my soda for a few minutes before I heard someone knock on the door. I set my drink down. "I got it!" I yelled, probably a bit too loud but who really cares? I walked to the door and set my hand on the handle. "Gamer tag?" I said with a smirk, only making it loud enough so that they would hear me through the door.

"Colossal Tian and Freckled Jesus." I heard a small voice, that was obviously Bertolt's, say. My eyes widened when he said Freckled Jesus and I immediately opened the door and was shocked at what I seen.

"Marco?" I asked with an eyebrow raised, a bit of disbelief on my face. He smiled nervously and waved before looking back down at his shoes. I looked to the tall dude next to him. I seen Bert look over at Marco and sigh.

"I told you he wouldn't like it." I heard Marco whisper and I furrowed my brows. I heard footsteps come up behind me.

"Bert!" I heard and seen the said persons eyes light up at the sight. I moved out of the way of Reiner and he engulfed Bertolt in a hug, lifting him off the ground a bit. Bertolt let out a squeak of embarrassment. He was sweating a bit but Reiner set him down and kissed him with a smile. Bertolt returned the smile and I couldn't help but smile as well. Reiner looked over at the other one standing out there.

"Reiner, this is Marco. Otherwise known as Freckled Jesus." Bert said and Marco stuck his shaking hand out. He was in the same clothes he'd been in when I left him earlier. Reiner went in with a bone crushing hug, as if they'd been friends for life. Marco was turning red a bit and he seemed to not know what to do. Finally, he was released.

"Any friend of Bert's, is a friend of mine." He said and interlocked their hands. It was so disgustingly cute I nearly puked. "Come on, let's go sit down." He pulled Bertolt inside, leaving just Marco and I at the door. I looked back at Marco and I had to think back. He did sound like the person we'd heard over headset the other day, I just never thought anything about it. I couldn't get it through my head that he could be one of the best first person shooter gamers in the world.

"You going to come in or are you going to stand there like a dumbass for the rest of the night?" I said and his head snapped up to look at me. I snickered and walked inside, letting him come in and shut the door behind him. I heard him follow me into the living room. "Alright. Who's ready to get this party started?" I said with a smirk. Everyone looked at me with smiles and looks of agreement. Both Eren and Connie looked behind me, and I did the same.

Marco looked very uncomfortable. I coughed awkwardly and looked back over to them. I walked over to Marco and threw an arm around his shoulders, making him flinch and tense up at the contact. I decided to ignore that. "Gentlemen. I'd like you to meet Marco, A.K.A. Freckled fucking Jesus!" I said with a smile and they all joined me. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as they seemed to loosen up a bit.

I withdrew my arm from around the tall guy's surprisingly muscled shoulders and walked to the couch, Marco following me like a lost puppy. I sat on the opposite end of Eren, leaving the middle cushion open for Marco. He stopped and just looked at it, as if he were trying to decipher what it was composed of or some shit like that. I didn't think much of it, until the fucker sat in my lap like I was a seat. Everyone looked over at him and I, me glaring at the back of his head.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Did anyone say something?" He asked looking around the room. "I swore I heard someone say something." Everyone shook their head, playing along with his joke quite well. "Well, I can say one thing. Jean needs a new couch. It's all lumpy and smells like a horse." That did it.

I bucked him off, causing everyone to start laughing. Marco just sat on the floor, stunned for a moment. At first I thought u might have hurt him. "Ah shit Marco are you alright-" he bursted out laughing as well, causing the rest to laugh too. "Fuck you all. Traitors." I said, and they laughed even more. I looked down to Marco who was sitting in the floor wiping tears from his face. I noticed how his eyes crinkled up when he laughed and his dimples became extremely visible.

I smiled too, chuckling at them. I guess seeing everyone laugh was something to make me happy. I helped Marco up to the couch and he sat down. After everyone calmed down, we decided to play video games. We didn't play long until most of them fell asleep. Eventually it was just Marco and I and we weren't even playing. I could feel the tension between us two and I knew Marco wanted to say something. Finally he sighed and spoke.

"Are you not mad that I'm here?" He asked and I looked up from my phone with an eyebrow raised. "I mean, Freckled Jesus did say he wouldn't come and I just show up." I sighed myself and locked my phone to give him my absolute attention.

"Marco, I'm not mad. You were invited whether you said you would come or not. Once I say you can come, my invitation stands until it's too late." I said and he seemed to relax a bit. "And besides, though you're a creep, you're not that bad." I said with a yawn. He smiled shyly and blushed a bit.

"Well you're not that bad yourself." He said quietly and I snorted. "Not the nicest in the barn, but not the worst." I rolled my eyes and turned the lights out, laying out in the floor next to Marco since we took the floor space even though I could sleep in my bedroom.

"Good night, Marco." I said quietly as I turned onto my side, my back facing him and his back facing me.

"Good night, Jean."

Hey that didn't go too bad but it didn't go well. I feel like this story is too choppy. But I suck so this is about as good as it gets xD bai