I'd been laying on my couch all weekend, not even attempting to answer a text of even eat something. It was fall break and I had nothing better to do.

Well, that was a lie. I could totally be spending time with Marco, but honestly it was hard for me to now. The more time I spent with him, the quicker I'd fall. Sure I loved spending time with him, but I wasn't sure that I was ready for love.

It was getting dark, and storm clouds were rolling in. I didn't even bother trying to move when the lightening flash through my open curtains. I did move, however, when I heard muffled yelling from above. It was clearly my parents bickering, but for some reason, I felt the need to walk upstairs and see what they were fighting about.

I rolled off my comfortable couch and stealthily walked up my old stairs and seen that they were yelling in the kitchen, right where the door was. I didn't think they would see me, which I was right, and I opened the door to step in. I was going to shut the door softly but I stopped when I heard their words clearly.

"Fine! If you want to leave so bad, take yourself, and your stupid son with you!" My father yelled angrily.

"What makes you think I want him?! You take him along with the rest of your garbage!" My mom retorted just as strongly. "The only thing I had worth keeping was Ryan, but I can't even keep him! I loved him the most in my life."

"Well he meant a lot more to me! The only thing in this damn place that could've made something of himself and he just had to take your son to a football game." My father was seething, along with my mother.

"Do not even think that you loved Ryan more! The only thing you care about is Jean! Maybe that's why Ryan was so careless that night."

"Are you saying it's my fault? I don't give a crap about Jean, I never have! It was you that wanted another kid anyway." I finally let the door shut loudly after my fathers words were done. They both looked over at me, breathing hard and still raging. However when they seen me their eyes widened.

"Jean how much did you hear? We didn't mean it." My mother said desperately.

"Right. Because it totally wasn't already obvious that Ryan meant more to both of you. Now you had to go and say that you don't give a fuck about me, great thanks. I love you guys too. So much. I couldn't have asked for more." I slammed the door hard on the way out, ignoring what they tried to say to me.

I went back into my part of the house and just stood there in my bed room for a minute, breathing hard and looking around my walls. Finally I moved without thinking and started packing a duffel bag full of clothes and random things that I probably didn't even need. I then threw on some shoes and walked outside into the pouring rain, not even caring about getting wet. I thanked the gods when my car actually cranked for once and then took off out of my driveway.

I don't really know how I got down the road without having an accident. I was driving carelessly, probably hoping that I would meet a car and hit them head on. However, I didn't do any of that. I simply kept driving in a direction that I couldn't have pinpointed at the time of my pursuit, but wasn't surprising in the least. I pulled into a familiar driveway next to a now familiar red mustang. I sat there for a couple of minutes, staring at the house in front of me. I didn't know why I would come here or even leave my house after a fight like that.

I'd been in plenty of fights with my parents so naturally I would just sulk until they came and apologized. But this was different. I'd stood there and listened to my parents bicker about the other leaving and taking me and the rest of their trash with them. It cut me deep, really deep. Now I kinda knew what it was like to be Marco, except they didn't lose their child to death. Just had bad luck.

Finally, I forced myself out of the car and up to their front porch. I stood there for a few more minutes that felt like hours with my duffel bag in hand and my other hand on the door. All I had to do was knock, and that was exactly what I did. I knocked many times, repeatedly until someone came to the door. I was relieved to see it was a disheveled looking Marco who'd probably done the same thing I had and lounged around all day.

"Jean, are you okay?" Marco asked worriedly. I nodded, but even I wouldn't have been convinced of that. I dropped my bag and threw my arms around him, sobbing quietly. I didn't want to, but I fell apart in his arms. He rubbed circles in my back and shushed me gently to get me to stop my crying. It was pathetic, honestly.

Normally, I would never let anyone see me cry. My parents never seen me cry after I was seven years old. This was a new thing for me and for me to willingly do so was surprising. It meant I trusted him. It meant that he meant the world to me. It meant that I felt more love for me than he could give anyone else.

Eventually, I calmed down and stopped my sobbing. Marco led me into the house and brought my bag in for me. He offered me some tea which I kindly declined and I just sat in the floor of his living room. He sat beside me, leaning against his couch as well.

"What happened?"

"My parents were fighting, said they didn't give a shit about me, now I'm upset because I'm selfish and think that they should love me more than they love Ryan but hey, that's what animals do. They long for the attention of someone that they will never get. It's life." The one thing I didn't expect Marco to do, was him wrapping his arms around me and letting me lay my head on his shoulder.

"Well, I love you. That's pretty good because if I love one person out of seven billion people in this world and its you, you must be doing something right." Marco said, laying his head on mine. "And yes, you can stay over as long as you want."

I smiled for the first time in a while when he said all of that.

Freckled Jesus loved me out of seven billion people, even if it was just friendly love.

Sorry I'm terrible at this!!!! Anyway, I know how this feels because it goes on in my life daily so i feel for you Jean! And people, if you're going to write a story that has crossovers in it, PLEASE TELL YOUR READERS BEFORE HAND! If I want to read crossovers, I'll look them up specifically. Thank you.

-Bri