From Two Different worlds [Reader Insert]

Chapter 9

Both Jean and Marco stood not so far from the porch talking. Yet again Marco appeared to be begging Jean something, while he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. The freckled boy tried to give him puppy eyes but failed miserably. You haven't talked to them in a bit so why not go ahead and bother them some more.

You walked down the steps and skipped towards their direction, neither of them taking notice of you. Marco's back was facing you while Jean's eyes were shut tight. Once reaching them you jumped next to the freckled boy and linked his right arm with yours.

"Is Jean causing problems?" you looked up to the boy who was startled by your sudden appearance.

He seemed relieved however but flustered to how you clung to his arm, "great timing! Jean, you can apologize now and then we can all get along just fine!" Pony-boy seemed taken back at his friends' words and gave a small glare to the two of you.

"Why should I apologize? She is the one who started it," he pointed towards your direction.

Your (e/c) eyes widened a bit not expecting him to be loud. You let go of the taller boy next to you, "wait you thought I was actually mad at you?" Now they both gave confused expressions.

Marco then started making hand motions going from you to Jean and so on, "but you yelled at him and told him to not talk to you again! And you genuinely looked upset!" He cried out before you broke out laughing, which surprised him.

"I was joking, and I only left to go change my clothes, since well. You kinda spilled my drink on it."

It was Marco's turn to remain quiet, still feeling a bit ashamed because of spitting his food on you and then spilling a drink on you. Jean then spoke up, "I told you it wasn't a big deal, and here you were worrying about nothing." The horse shook his head disapprovingly, "though that doesn't mean that you are free to joke around like that. Not everyone understands your humor."

You simply shrugged your shoulders at his words, not really caring if people liked you or not. Despite deep down really caring.

"I almost thought that you were mad at me, seeing as you stormed off like a brat."

A gasp left your lips to when he called you a brat, "alright then Jeanie continue being rude," the male simply glared at you for saying the quote on quote stupid nickname, "eh, doesn't matter not. There's no way I would hate you, I love you too much and you know that," you commented before blowing a kiss towards his direction. It went unnoticed by Marco because he only saw how his friend's face turned bright pink out of nowhere.

"Oh, um well I uhh-" Jean paused when he noticed how you were trying to hold in a giggle, "what did I just tell you about joking around like that!?" he exclaimed as you burst out laughing. He raised both of his arms in the air as if he was going to get you.

"Guys please don't fight!" Marco waved his hands in the air trying to diffuse the situation, once again. You however just wanted to keep fooling around so hid behind the boy as he talked about how you should all get along. You occasionally poke your head under his arm just to stick your tongue at Jean. "C'mon don't do that," whined the freckled boy.

His pleas were ignored as both you and Jean started to chase each other, going circles around the boy. Every once he changed the direction trying to throw you off and actually catch your smaller form. This went on for a bit until Jesus had enough and forced the two of you to stop. By grabbing both of your wrists and telling you to just shake it off? You were still lost at how shaking hands with Jean would fix everything but like always. You accept and just don't question at all.

Marco smiled while the two of you shook hands, "now there is nothing to fight about!" Halfway through the hand shake you squeezed Jean's knuckles and made them rub against each other. You weren't sure why you did it, but you did it nonetheless. Of course this confused the horseface and made him feel weird but he didn't say anything. Just squinted his eyes at you menacingly.