Jean's POV

It'd been a couple of weeks and a couple of after parties since Marco had come with me and got a little weird. He'd freaked out a couple of times afterwards, worried that he would be ruined if anyone at all heard of him doing such a thing.

He went back to not cussing, saying that it was only an accident since he was half asleep at the time. I simply shrugged it off, saying I didn't care about it. He refused to go to another party however.

I was supposed to pick him up and him and I were going to go into town for a bit. When I went out to crack my car, it decided to hate me. "Fucking piece of shit." I said as a sign of desperation. Sure, I was grateful I had a car, but it didn't work half of the time. My car wouldn't even turn over the engine.

It was only mid September, but fall was coming early this year so it was getting quite chilly compared to the hot summer we had. I walked back into the house and sat down on the couch. Marco then texted me.

Freckled Jesus: Be ready in fifteen?

I sighed, knowing that he really wanted to get out of the house, if his earlier text messages were anything to go by anyway.

Me: Man I'm sry but my car won't crank.

I hit send, instantly feeling guilty about my shit car. In all truth, I'd wanted to see him just as much as he wanted to get out of the fucking house, if not more than that. I was beginning to worry about this crush of mine. Usually, my crushes went away within a couple of weeks. A month at the most, and it never progressed into anything more. Marco was going to make me lose my mind. And then of course, I get a message from him.

Freckled Jesus: Look outside you dork :P

I ran to my window and looked to my driveway and was immediately blown away by what I seen. I wasted no time getting outside. I seen him smirking at me.

"A mustang?!?" He nodded. "A fucking new ass maroon mustang?" He laughed at me and then walked over to me.

"And this is what you get when your parents tell you that they're having another child." I just looked at him. This was my dream car and he got it because his parents are having another child.

"You little fuck." I said, not even caring that I sounded like a child with my jealousy. "I cannot believe that you have a fucking mustang." I said once again.

"Well, I was going to let you drive y'know." He held out the keys and I just stared at them, glancing between them and him. He nodded. "Go ahead, just don't wreck it. I don't want to listen to that." I took the keys gently and bro hugged him, even though that wasn't the only thing I wanted to do. I got in the drivers seat and just sat there. "What is it?" Marco asked once he got in the car.

"I'm not sure where to go anymore." I said, being completely honest with him.

"Anywhere is fine." He said, quickly adding, "As long as there isn't drugs of course." I laughed at him. Then I got an idea.

"Marco, can you swim?"

"Yeah?"
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We drove for a good while, me not letting even a small hint to Marco about where we were going. We had turned onto a dirt road and had been following it. He was beginning to worry.

"Jean, I'm starting to think that you're taking me back here to murder me." He said, looking as if he actually believed that. I laughed.

"Well, wouldn't you rather die by my hands than by a stranger?" I asked and he paled, as if I'd just told him that I was in fact, about to murder him. "Marco seriously. Why would I murder you? You're my best friend, I love you man." He blushed and looked out of the window and the trees that passed by. Finally, we reached our destination.

It was a small place that no one knew about. It wasn't grown up with weeds or anything and it has an old dock jutting out into the deep water from past inhabitants of this area. It used to be a popular hangout between teens but these days, no one goes to the river anymore.

It was where I went to when I was bored or I needed to sort things out. This is where I figured out that I, Jean Kirstein, was not at all straight even though I'd had a crush on Mikasa. This was also where I went when I was depressed. Sometimes I would just sit on the bank or pier and stare out into the water, and then other times I would jump into the ice cold water and swim for a while.

This place was special for me. I never let anyone know about this place, fearing that if someone else was to come here, my peace would be lost. However with Marco, it just seemed right to share anything and everything that made me feel better with him. I cut the engine and got out, not even looking at Marco. I walked over to the bank and just stood there. I heard Marco walk up beside me.

"Seems peaceful." He said. I simply hummed as a response. "It feels like a good place to think or swim." I smiled. Marco was just like me when it came to things that gave comfort. I jogged back over to his car and turned the radio on, plugging my phone in as well. I clicked on my internet radio and it immediately started playing Oh No by Bring Me the Horizon. I turned it up as loud as it would get without it being too loud.

I started walking back over to where Marco was and I found a limb that was close by and not to high up. I removed my jacket and shirt, then went to my jeans. After I'd gotten my shoes and pants off, me clad in only my boxers, I ran to the pier and jumped. I welcomed the freezing water around my skin. When I came back up, I looked over to see Marco standing at the end of the pier, a worried look plastered on his face.

"Jean are you crazy?" He asked and I simply smiled and nodded. He rolled his eyes.

"Come on in!" I said as I swam closer to the dock. He shook his head without hesitation. "Oh come on Marco. Don't tell me you're afraid to-"

"Fine Jean! Fine. Shut up." I snickered at him. He slowly removed his light jacket and then went to his shirt. My breath caught in my throat as he shed his clothes self consciously. He was toned, enough to make him look incredibly attractive. His skin was tan, even where his clothes reside. His long thin legs just seemed so inviting but I knew that if I even tried to make a move it would ruin everything right then and there.

Then he did a perfect dive into the water, not even making hardly a splash. I waited for him to come up, but he never did. The water was deep, but not that deep. I started to panic. Then I felt something touch my feet and push up. Next thing I knew I was flying through the air and into the water again. I came up from the water surprised and glaring at Marco while he laughed his pretty little ass off.

Still though, even with my unhappiness with him I still couldn't get over how amazing he looked without clothes on.

"You're an asshole, you know that right?"

"Yes Jean. I know indeed."

Cocky bastard. He's lucky I like him.

This has been done for a while now I just haven't posted it apparently