How did you-?
Marco’s POV
The sun started to rise on a lovely Saturday morning and the thought of spending a day with Jean made it look so much prettier. I grabbed at my night stand to try and get my phone to see what time it was, 11:30. Shit, I’m going to be late, wait where did he say he lived? It took a moment for me to realize that he never told me. Great, just great. How do I drive to his house if I don’t have any clue where he lives? I don’t that’s how. My happy go lucky attitude towards the day was slowly turning into one of sadness and anger. It’s okay, I can just-
My thoughts were stopped by a low ringing noise. The sound of a phone? Wait, what phone? I don’t have a ringtone, mine just vibrates. So who’s-
“Marco? Are you home?” a voice called out, “is this even the right place? If those dicks-” there was another ringing noise that made the man stop talking.
“Hello? Who’s there?” I said while making my way to the front door.
“Marco? Hey its Jean, sorry I forgot to tell you were I lived” he said with a nerves laugh.
“It’s fine don’t worry about it” I said as I opened the and looked down
“But next time don’t randomly show up, and…..uh… how did you get hear?” I said as I shifted my gaze slowly up to his eyes, going over everything he was wearing. Black Convers, gray pants with a black speckle pattern, a blue flannel but his face was the cutest part, there was a small blush spread on his cheeks as he thought of how to answer me.
“Well, I asked about ten people if they knew where you lived and all of them told me to go talk to Connie and Sasha”
Of course it was those two. I used to know them before they started dating, when I was the third wheel every time we all hung out. I got tired of it so I just told them that they liked each other. As simple as that, they left and I was fine with it. How did they even remember where I live? they came here twice when dad was still here. When he was here…
“Hey you okay? Are you upset because I came here?”
“No, not at all I just haven’t heard from those two in a long time. Are they okay?”
“Yeah there fine, worried about you but fine”
“Why are they worried about me?”
“They say that you avoid people and you don’t want to get involved with people. That’s the only reason they told me where you live you know, because they’re worried”
“If you see them can you tell them not to worry and they shouldn’t worry about me”
“Why don’t you tell them?”
I could sense worry start to become present in his voice, I want to tell him but then he’d be getting involved with me and I can’t do that to him.
“They’re right”
“What do you mean?”
“I do avoid people, but it’s had as hell to avoid you because you’re everywhere I go” I said it with a fake laugh trying to make him change the topic. He seemed to pick up on me being uncomfortable and gestured for us to go into my house.
“I warn you now, I’m not a very neat person nor am I organised”
“it’s okay don’t worry nether am I” he stopped for a moment seeming to be scanning my entrance.
“is that the smell of roses?”
“good nose, I have some in my kitchen that I picked yesterday at lunch in the garden at school”
“Can I see them?”
“Sure come with me”
I lead him down my long hallway to the end. When you walked in the first thing you see is the variation of plants I have which are illuminated by the outside light of the sun. And there in the center of them all is a white rose and a black one.
“Wow, the school has black roses?”
“Yeah they do, I’ll show you on Monday where they are if you’d like?”
“Sure that sounds great” he said with a smile