How Daddy And I Met

Chapter 2:

"Like all love stories, Im gonna start with each life separately."

"What does separately mean?" Kiesten and Aime ask me.

"Well, its one by one. Kind of how Daddy Armin tells you to eat your popcorn one by one" I said with an analogy to confuse my children. "Lets start, shall we?" I asked a question not meant for an answer.

I slowly put my head back into the chair in a relaxed position. A grin slowly spread across my face, memories from the past make me realize how grumpy I was. A daze slowly takes over, helping me figure out hoe to tell the story of my past. The kids excitingly wait...I decide to tell them like I was present, yet at the same time not there. A presence, a presence that can't do anything but tell.

"Are you kids ready?" I asked with my eyes closed and a grin still painted across my face.

"Well duh" Kiesten answers with her second grade sass

The daze brought me back in, making me tell the story in a manner that could be confusing.

Jean is an U.S soldier who is from French origin, he is usually perceived as 'rude' and 'grumpy'. Yet, very few people know his true caring side that can be quite sweet. In the military Jean barely had any friends, the definition of a loner. A lot of people discriminate against him for being bisexual, Jean didnt exactly give a shit about what others thought of him, but he still wanted friends. He was stationed in Ireland where there was a war at the time.

"Hey! Soldier, lighten up. Its a whole new day of war tomorrow" Another soldier tried to cheer him up, but this actually made Jean sad.

"Exactly. Another day I fear for my life, but at least if I die I would only break one heart" I commented

"Whose heart would that be?" The fellow soldier asked Jean whilst being behind him.

"My moms." Jean pointed out.

"I see" The soldier awkwardly said.

Jean turned around to see a female soldier who seemed like the most precious gem in the world.

"Umm..um...ah" Jean stuttered. "Do you want..to, get some coffee?" Jean being the socially awkward person that he is asked.

"Sorry, I don't date men that act like girls" the female soldier sassed "Oh, before you ask a girl out, learn her name. Its Mikasa" The newly identified Mikasa sassed once again.

A beautiful and moody gem.

"Okay" Jean stupidly babbled.

Mikasa walked away with a sass he was extremely attracted to.

Damn. Jean thought as he prevented himself from freaking out.

"Smooth move Jean" Another soldier told Jean in the distance.

Who am I kidding? Nobody besides my mom will ever love me. Jean thought

"Oh look, its a gay in the military, what a fag" Another soldier mocked Jean

"I'm not gay, I'm--" Jean answered but was then interrupted.

"That true Jean, you aren't gay, you're a faggot" The soldier bullied and pronounced Jeans name like the article of clothing.

"Its Jean, its like a G and then a yawn" He responded

"Nope, you're skinny jeans, like the jeans you fags wear" The soldier went on.

"Just stop. I'm not gay I'm bisexual" Jean responded with an unusual calmness

"Even worse." The soldier once again bullied.

Jean gave him a serious look, asking for him to stop, but pity wont stop the man. The other soldier flipped Jean off, bringing in rage he has never felt.

Jean couldn't take it anymore, the rage inside was catching up to him on the outside. He goes on to drink some more milk from the cheap carton they gave at the cafeteria. He left before he let his inner-rage take over.

He walked over to his bunk, sudden emotions hit him as he went to sleep. The deep feelings of being alone, angry and depressed. He cried himself to sleep that night, asking himself, why me?