This is just a very silly little one-shot to get my readers through my writing dry spell, as I try to find time to write more chapters for Del Rossi Nerves. Sorry for the short chapters, more is coming, I promise. :)
"Marco?" Dylan called, coming in through the front door from a long and grueling hockey practice.
Dylan's eyes set upon a lump on the couch in front of the tv. Setting his hockey bag down, he walked closer to the couch, pulling back the blanket that was on the lump. Underneath was a short, yet handsome, Italian laying on his stomach, sound asleep, with his mouth hanging open, quite unattractively.
Dylan cringed. "Marco!"
Marco grumbled, and tried to swat away whoever was bothering him with his hand.
"Marco!!" Dylan yelled.
"Ugh, what!" Marco turned his head, to see his boyfriend, looking down on him, with his arm crossed.
"Have you been asleep all day?" Dylan asked.
"What?" Marco began to sit up. "Noooo!"
Unconvinced, Dylan started to question Marco. "Okay, then, where is Ellie?"
"I don't know."
"Paige?"
"I don't know."
"Alex?"
"I don't know."
"Marco, why were you asleep all day!"
"I'm sorry, okay," Marco said sarcastically. "But someone kept me up last night due to his very loud snoring, and then someone woke me up again right as I was getting to sleep this morning to have sex."
"What?" Dylan asked Marco. "I don't snore!"
"Yes, you do!"
"No, I don't!"
"Whatever."
"Even if I did snore, honey, I'm sorry if you couldn't sleep. Plus, it's not like you were complaining about this morning." Dylan wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.
"Hm?"
"Well, you were quite appreciative, you know."
"Not really," Marco murmured.
"What was that?"
"Um, nothing!" Marco looked away from Dylan, to the scattered magazines on the coffee table.
Dylan looked at Marco, it dawning on him what Marco was really saying.
"Wait just a second, Del Rossi..." Dylan said, walking closer to Marco, before sitting down. "You didn't--Marco!!"
Marco looked up at Dylan in defeat. "Look, I'm sorry, okay, I was exhausted. I may be young, but I can only take so much. From the sex-a-thon last night to my lack of sleep, I was tired okay? And you won't quit until you know I've gone--so..."
"You faked it!!" Dylan's jaw dropped.
"Dyl, I'm sorry, okay? But I was just soo exhausted..."
"Hmph," Dylan said, crossing his arms against his chest.
"Dylan.." Marco said gently, trying to touch his arm.
Dylan swatted Marco's hand away.
"Well, fine, then." Dylan said, standing up. "You don't get any waffles."
"Ok, fine --what, wait, waffles!?" Marco perked up.