Chapter 4
Prince Jean POV
These two look alikes seem to be really close to each other. Especially when Marco called him HIS Jean. They look younger as well.
"How old are you two? Where are you from? What's up with the silly outfits? And why is your Marco blushing in his sleep?" I asked seeing as though the younger Marco'a cheeks started turning slightly pink and I could see the start of a smile on his face. He's fucking adorable.
"Well I'm 17. Marco is 17 but younger. We are both from a place called Trost. The "silly outfits" are actually my basketball uniform and his cheerleading uniform. And about his blushing..." The other Jean said while reaching to his Marco and taking out one of those things that were in his ear and raising it to his. "Taehyung hit and exceptionally strong high note that makes his knees weak."
I nodded then looked over at my Marco seeing that he was watching the other Marco rather intensely.
"What's basketball and cheerleading?" Armin asked pushing his glasses up on his face.
"Oh basketball is a sport in which you have to get shoot a ball into a round net. Depending on where you stand determines your points gained when you toss the ball. I myself am actually the Basketball captain." He said rather proudly. I watched the other Marco. For some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Sure he looks exactly the same as my Marco but for some reason it feels different.
"Cheerleading is also a sport but has to do with flips, jumps, performance, and flexibility to determine the point system. Marco here is actually the Cheerleading captain and Trost High school has never lost any cheerleading competition ever since. They also cheer us on at our basketball games so when we're losing they boost our spirits."
I watched as the other Jean's eyes lit up when he talked about the things he loved.
"Why is your Marco more fiesty compared to ours?" Eren said looking irritated.
Jean POV
"Because his dad is a policeman and in order to protect his precious son from the evil in the world instead of eating ice cream and watching Disney his dad trained him to protect others and himself when needed. When you were saying the shit earlier he felt attacked. If I hadn't grabbed him you would have been picking yourself from the ground." As I said this Marco started to stir in my arms.
I looked over to see him rubbing his eyes tired and his bottom lip was poked out almost like he was pouting for having to wake up. Fucking cute.
"Jean I had this really weird dream and like you were there and another you and this devil like eren and this adorable little armin with glasses like I wanted to squish his cheeks and then coach America and his side kick iron shorty was there and--" before he could finish he cut himself off with a yawn and stretched which caused his top to lifted up some.
Me being the great boyfriend I am pulled his shirt back down totally not noticing the other guys staring at my Marco like he's a fucking snack. Because of course he's not a damn snack.
He's a motherfucking 5 stars 4 coursed meal by no other than the best chef in the fucking world.
"Babe that wasn't a dream." I said making sure they heard the babe.
He opened his eyes and looked around seeing the others and he blushed in embarrassment remembering what he said. He buried his face in his hands and groaned.
Marco can you fucking stop I'm trying my fucking best not to have a fucking heart attack. STOP BEING CUTE YOU GORGEOUS ASSHOLE!
"We should probably get the some rooms to stay in." Armin said still having that blush in his face from Marco'a words.
"Yeah your right. I'll get Christa and Ymir to show them to their rooms." Erwin said watching us and waving his hand to probably go get someone to send them here.
All people except Jean and Marco POV
'I want him and he's going to be mine' they thought as they watched the burning red brunette die from embarrassment.