It Started With a Note

It was so obvious to everyone that Marco liked Dylan. Well, to everyone, BUT Dylan. Marco was thinking about giving up though. Or, maybe he would just tell him how he felt tonight while he was over at Paige's house. He didn't know yet. Anyways, that was later. Right now he was sitting in World History, aka: the most boring class in the world. But, on the other hand, it was the only class that he had with Dylan, so it wasn't entirely bad. Marco was completely zoned out when he felt Hazel tap his shoulder and pass him a note. It had his name on it. He unfolded it and read it.

'hey marco'

He instantly recognized the messy, but cute, handwriting. IT WAS FROM DYLAN!! Marco was trying not to freak, but his stomach was out of control right now! 'What do I write back?!' He thought to himself. He decided to try and play it cool. He wrote:

'hey dylan. whats up?'

He passed it to Hazel, who smiled and passed it to Dylan. Marco wanted to look over at Dylan so bad, but he couldn't. How obvious would that be? Just then, the note came back.

'nothin much. just decided to pass you a note. LOL.'

Marco was now smiling from ear to ear, he could feel it. He wrote back:

' o, cool. good thing you did. i was so bored! haha."

'Oh my god!' thought Marco, 'What if he likes me?!' He was so caught up in his thoughts, that he didn't hear Hazel whispering his name over and over again.

"Marco." whispered Hazel, irritated.

"Oh sorry, Hazel." Marco apologized. He took the note.

'yea. me2. hey, are u gonna be over at our house tonite?'

Marco wrote:

'i think so. y?'

Dylan wrote back:

'just asking...'

Marco wasn't quite sure what to write back.

'um...ok, i guess. are u gonna be there?'

'mhm. but i dnt rele hang out with paige's friends. i just stay in my room. haha.'

Marco felt kind of discouraged at that point. "I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up." Marco thought. He wrote:

' oh really? u don't like us? LOL.'

'lol. well, there's one grade 10 that i like.'

'spinner? lmao.'

'uh..no. not even close. haha.'

'well, is it someone i know?'

'maybe..'

'dylan, tell me! please...puppy eyes'

'oh, come on! thats so not fair. you cant use puppy eyes.'

'says who? super puppy eyes'

'fine then. ill tell u.'

'ok then. spill.'

'well, i always thought it was kinda obvious.'

'um. not really. if im asking, right? lol'

'i guess.'

'dyl, u can tell me. i wont tell anyone. i promise.'

'i know marco. its just kinda hard because i dnt kno if the person feels the same way.'

'well, how could they not?'

'what do u mean by that?'

'well, ur not exactly "ugly" dylan.'

'haha. thanks marco. agh, i wanna tell u so bad, but i dnt kno how.'

'just try and if u cant, then we can talk about sumthing else.'

'ok...well, i really like you marco ...as way more than a friend.'

'really?'

Marco was completely shocked.

'yea. and i dnt wanna make u feel awkward or anything. i just had to tell u'

'no. dnt worry about it. i feel the exact same way.'

'u do?? since when?'

'since, like, forever.'

'r u serious? paige never told me that.'

'good. i made her and everybody else swear not 2.'

'omg. everyone else knew 2?? i had no idea marco.'

'yea. im pretty lame huh?'

'no. not at all. if anything im the lame one. i couldnt even tell.'

'lol. dnt worry about it. at least we know now.'

'definitely. but now what?'

'what do u mean?'

'i mean like...does this make us like...together? lol.'

'um..do u wanna be?'

'well. i dnt wanna pressure u or anything. but i would luv 2 be..if u want 2.'

'r u asking me out dylan michaelchuk? lol'

'that depends on what ur answer is. haha.'

'of course its a yes. 3'

'really...cause if u dnt want 2 then we dnt have 2.'

'dylan...trust me..i want 2.'

Just when the note got back to Dylan, the bell rang. It was 3:00 and school was finally over. Marco turned in his homework and walked to his locker. He opened it and started to put books into his bag.

'Hey, Marco." said Dylan. 'Oh my god! Is this really happening?' Marco thought. Although, it was a pleasant surprise.

"Hey. What are you doing here? Isn't your locker on like, the 2nd floor?" They both laughed.

"Yeah. But I saw you standing over here looking so cute, so I had to come over." He laughed. Marco could feel his cheeks getting redder and redder by the second. He just smiled.

"Suuure, Dyl. Whatever you say." He replied sarcastically. But, on the inside, he was going absolutely insane!

"Whatever I say??" Dylan said, while rubbing his chin. "Hmm, in that case, I say that you should spend the night with me instead of Paige, Jimmy, Spinner and Hazel." Dylan smiled. Marco couldn't help but melt. Dylan's smile was so perfect. Heck, Dylan was so perfect.

"I don't know, Dylan. I'd kinda feel bad about ditching them."

'Marco, you idiot! What are you doing?' Marco thought. 'This is your chance to be alone with Dylan!' Marco's thoughts were driving him crazy.

"Yeah, but me and Paige live in the same house, anyways." Dylan laughed.

"Yeah, but. I don't know." Marco wanted to be with Dylan so bad, but he didn't wanna ditch his friends. He was torn and Dylan could tell.

"Fine. How about we compromise? I don't really follow 'grade 10' relationships that closely." He joked. Marco gave him a playful slap on the shoulder. "But I do know that Spinner is with Paige. Duh. And Jimmy is with Hazel, right?" Marco was lost.

"Yeah? So..."

"So, it sounds like a couple's thing to me and you're the only one without a 'date.' Am I right?" Marco hadn't thought about it like that.

"Yeah. I guess you're right. So, what's the compromise?" Marco asked, still trying to understand where this was going.

"The compromise is this. If I watch a movie with you and your friends, then you have to spend the rest of the night with me." Dylan leaned against the lockers, which caused his left bicep to flex. 'Oh. My. God', was all Marco could think inside his head. 'THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND?!'

Marco closed his locker and swung his bookbag over his shoulder, while pondering this little "compromise."

He smiled. "Fine. Deal."

"Good." said Dylan. "I'll see you tonight." He gave Marco a hug and a kiss on the cheek before making his way to the student parking lot.

Marco could feel himself blushing like mad! He had it bad for this boy.