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16. “If you want, we could go together?”
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“Man, this sucks.”
“What’s wrong?” Marco turned to look at his friend, his safety goggles perched on top of his head. He wasn’t surprised to see Jean with his head in his hand, doodling mindlessly on their paper.
“Sasha’s stupid party is tonight.” He grumbled.
Marco laughed, turning back to the Bunsen burner in front of him. “You’re right! I forgot you’re horribly allergic to parties, and the only cure is to complain about them.”
Jean glared at Marco, aiming a kick to his shins under the desk. Marco grunted, his skin stinging with the force of Jean’s kick.
“Don’t kick me when I’m handling fire, please.” He said, scooting his stool farther from his friend.
“Don’t be a smart ass then.” Jean said, his glare quickly giving way to a smile at the grimace on Marco’s face. “What I meant was,” Jean continued their earlier conversation. “It sucks because I don’t have anyone to go with.”
“I thought we were all going together?”
“No,” Jean sighed. “I don’t have anyone to go with. It’s a valentine’s party.”
“Oh,”
“Yeah.”
They were quiet for a moment, Marco’s fingers tapping against the table top. Jean went back to doodling, his steady breathing the only thing Marco could hear.
“Uh,” Marco started, chewing nervously on his lip. “If you want, we could go together?”
Jean looked at him, red flushing his skin. “As, like…?”
“Um, f-friends!” Marco said, his heart pounding. He was suddenly very nervous, and very much regretting his crush on his friend. “I-if you want, of course.”
Jean stared, eventually looking down at his paper. “Yeah, that’s fine.” He cleared his throat. “That’d be cool, I’d like that.”
Marco smiled. “Cool, then it’s a date!” His smile fell as he realized what he said, his blush only getting darker. “I, uh, I mean-”
“Yeah, it’s a date.” Jean smiled back, his focus returning to his doodles.