I'm Straight

Memory?

Jean's P.O.V

I woke up the next morning feeling like shit. I don't remember what happened last night besides winning beer pong and Vodka sneaking in somewhere along the line.

I felt the tickle in my throat meaning whatever was down was coming back up. I bolted to the bathroom to see Marco passed out across from the toilet. I would've asked if he was okay but I wasn't all that okay myself at the moment.

Whatever I had down came right back up violently.

I sat beside Marco when I heard him laugh.

"Oh you shut up" I laughed.

It was then I realized my pants where gone somewhere, did I bring them home?

"Do you know where my pants are?" I asked as I gestured to my boxers.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing" he smiled as he too noticed his pants were missing.

"Well I hope we brought them home I need those jeans" I said with a small smile.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" I asked him.

"I was hoping you did" he said lazily rolling his head to face me.

"I guess you are a party animal" I laughed.

We spent a good hour in the bathroom puking our guts out before we managed to find our pants and get to the living room.

We shut the blinds and wore sunglasses inside. We took pain killers, and sat on the couch wishing we were dead.

The TV wasn't on, the lights were off, blinds were closed. We just sat on the couch and talked.

"I remember we won at beer pong" He said as we tried to remember what happened last night.

"Vodka got in somehow too" I added.

"You got in a fight by the looks of it" Marco smirked.

"I don't even remember how we got home" I sighed.

"At least we aren't missing anything" Marco said.

"True" I said with a small smile.

Marco's P.O.V

I don't remember anything that happened. Aside from winning beer pong everything else is a blur.

It was around five o'clock and we managed to turn a few lights on.

I wasn't feeling too bad now, a lot better than before but I still wanted to die. Jean made a good call with going shopping yesterday.

I was reading a book Christa gave to me. And with Christa being Christa I couldn't say no, that and Ymir would probably kill me.

Jean passed out beside me mumbling about something.

I was reading when I felt something on my shoulder. I looked over to see Jean still asleep leaning on me.

Oh shit. Am I really that comfortable this is like the third time.

I laughed at my remark but quickly stopped when Jean began to move.

Well I can't wake him up, I mean I could but he needs sleep and if he wakes up he probably won't fall back asleep. Dammit. So now what I leave him to sleep on me? I could try moving.

I moved slightly forward and he began to move again. I didn't want to risk waking him up so I sat there and read my book.

I'd look over at him time and time again admiring his relaxed expression, I'd be lying if I didn't say he looked cute.