Hello everybody, I said on Christmas that I was going to start uploading on here more often. So here I am uploading! So this is a modern day AU in which Jean is a 20 year old who works in a small café over the summer to save up some extra money for college. Marco on the other hand is a 21 year old who is not able to speak. He's just moved to Trost and by chance walks into the café were Jean works.

Anyway that`s all the needed background for the story. I believe this is going to be a one shot, though I wouldn't mind turning into a series if that`s what the readers would like. It's rated 'T' right now mostly for strong language. That's enough of of me rambling though, on with the story.

As always I don't own any of the characters or places used in the story. I just own the writing.

Oh and also, I'm unsure if anyone has ever made an AU like this, so if I just copied your AU idea tell me, please. I swear this just popped into my head at like eleven O'clock last night and I didn't intentionally steal your idea so please don't get mad at me, just tell me so I know and I'll make it up to you somehow.

Enjoy.

One: The Beginning.

When Jean Kirstein was twenty years old he had a summer job in a little café in downtown Trost. It wasn't a bad job, he shared most of his shifts with two girls. Ymir, a tall freckled girl with skin the colour of toffee, who's girlfriend often stopped by for some kind of sweet, and Annie a short blonde girl with crystal blue eyes and a temper that should be feared by everyone. Jean often worked longer than both of the girls, only because he needed the extra money, and even though they never said it he knew that Ymir and Annie were thankful for it.

Jean was about average height for his age with amber eyes that had been described as 'piercing' on more than one occasion. His hair was very light brown on the top of his head and got darker underneath. He wore glasses with wide rims around the outside when reading or studying or when his contacts chose to scorch his eyes straight out of his head. He was attractive in a kind of...dorky way.

But that's not were our story starts. Our story starts on a Wednesday morning. Exciting right? A bright sun lightly peaked out from behind a collection of fluffy white clouds. Being summer, it was warm. It wasn't one of those days were it's so unpleasantly hot that you can't find peace anywhere, not even in front of a fan. It was just the right temperature. Jean had come into work right on time. Annie was already there cleaning up tables and waiting on the few people who were already in the café. Ymir probably wouldn't show for at least another half hour. Jean sighed quietly, nodding at Annie as he made his way to the kitchen. He slipped his messenger bag off his shoulder and put his waiter apron and name tag on over his black T-shirt with a My Chemical Romance logo on it.

As Jean assumed, about a half an our later Ymir found her way into the small restaurant with her dainty blonde girlfriend Christa following closely behind her. " Kirstein," the taller female smirked, "you're here early."

"I was here on time actually," Jean replied back a bit coldly. "you're late...no surprise really."

"Johnny boy, I'm actually hurt." Ymir lifted a hand to her heart dramatically. "I had a late night, like I was waking up at the crack of dawn to come here and wait on a bunch of bitchy high school girls." Christa noticeably blushed slightly when Ymir mentioned her late night. Jean raised an eyebrow.

"Number one: Don't call me that. Number two: your sex life isn't a real reason to be late." Jean stood. "You take the cash register for an hour."

"Whatever you say," Ymir smiled at Christa booping her nose lightly and kissing her cheek. "See you later my goddess."

"Bye Ymir," The couple shared a loving peck on the lips before Christa turned on her black converse and made her way out of the café. It was only a matter of seconds later when Jean heard a small chiming, letting him know a new person just walked in. He looked up only to blush furiously and look back down again. The man who was now looking around was a nearly a head taller than him. He had a squared off jaw, dark hair with a middle part that looked slightly messy. His dark hair was matched with a pair of large dark brown eyes. The kind of eyes that are impossible to say no to. His cheeks were covered in freckles and all Jean could think about was how much he wanted to just shower that face with kisses. He moved towards Annie and nudged her. "Don't even think about waiting on the one with the freckles, he's mine."

Annie raised an eyebrow as if to ask why she should care, "If you're going all love sick puppy on me I swear to god I'll beat the shit out of you out back." she said sharply moving herself towards the kitchen. Jean heaved out a sigh, slightly flicking his light bangs away from his eyes which were now set on the boy with the freckles. He made his move, pulling out his note pad and mentally telling himself not to fuck this up. "Hello, I'm Jean. Could I take your order please?"

The man with the freckles looked up, smiling and opening his mouth. His brow furrowed and he closed his mouth. His hands raised slightly and he began to scramble around trying to find something. Jean raised a questioning eyebrow as the man pulled out his phone. 'Is this fucking assbag texting someone?' Jean asked himself. His eyes widened as the phone was passed over to him.

Good morning. I apologize for the inconvenience, I thought I had a notepad with me...I'm incapable of speaking you see and I doubt you know sign language. Anyway Could I just have a cup of tea with lots of sugar please?

Jean smiled thoughtfully at the note that had been typed for him. He didn't care if the man in front of him couldn't speak, he seemed really sweet and was really adorable, Jean just had to get his number. Sucking in a breath, he smiled, "no need to apologize. I'll get that for you in a moment," before Jean handed the phone back he typed a quick message.

Could I by any chance get your number? - Jean

He didn't look back to see the expression on the freckled boys face but he could assume that an adorable blush was involved.

Stepping into the kitchen, Jean told Ymir to put on some tea, which she did.

"So did'ya hit it off with that guy Jean?" Ymir asked winking at him.

"What the fuck Ymir?"

"Do you hear that Jean?" she moved next to him, wrapping her slender arm around his shoulder. "Beep...beep...be- oh J-Jean I think that's my gaydar going off...hear it? Bee-"

"Shut up Ymir. I asked for his number...big woop."

"Ohhh, what's his number. You gonna call right now lover boy?"

"If you can make that tea boil any faster, I might be able to get his number." Jean spoke at the right time because just then the kettle screeched at the top of it's nonexistent lungs.

"Ohh...there goes the kettle Jean." Ymir spoke as if her words were laced with poison

"Shut the fuck up." Jean spat grabbing the kettle and semi-angrily made the freckled boys tea, adding in what could only be described as a 'shit-ton' of sugar.

Ymir watched with a shit eating grin as Jean brought the man his tea. He was handed a phone and Ymir saw his blush appear, she could also tell when he spoke he stuttered. The phone was passed back and forth a few times before Jean pointed in the direction of the kitchen and smiled. The boy nodded and beamed back. Jean smiled again and moved towards Ymir mouthing something along the lines of 'I got his number, stop smiling shit wad.' to which she mouthed back 'my Johnny boy is in love how could I stop.' Jean flipped her off and Annie coughed muttering an angered 'get back to work.'

The mans name was Marco, and it was from this day onwards that he was the one thing on Jean's mind. Was this love? Or just a stupid infatuation? He didn't care, he wanted to be with Marco and that was all.

Jean also just couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen him somewhere before.