Its' re-written and revised and ridiculously odd and tormented. So um, yeah, let's get the re-written words and drama begin
Title: The Black Nail Polish Theory
You asked for it, and now it's back.
Chapter 1: Fuck Up.
Marco Del Rossi had a serious case of manic depression. He was highly insecure and doubted himself often. He had a major lust complex over a Dylan Michaelchuck, and was highly confused about the whirls and sighs and whispers which floated around in his head ever so often. One thing that was clear was that fact that him, and his best friend, Ellie Nash, were lounging in his backyard, waywardly glancing up into the stars above, both with different motives for that night.
"Do you hear it?" He murmured, lazy eyes and lazy hands tracing idle patterns in the grass below him, ignoring the constant attempt of the other's to hold hands.
"Hear what?" She asked, confused. Marco had been acting odd lately, rushing through life at a fast pace, and where was she in his life, what the fuck was her marker anyway? She didn't mind playing side kick, but they better have benefits.
The other smiled cheekily before closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. "Whispers..." He coughed on the word, instantly forgetting his day dreams of summer nights. He smiled a little, sadly.
He knew he was fucking up his life.
Right then.
Right now.
"Marco?" She squinted at him in the dark, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fucking great Ellie, I always have been" Marco smiled, biting his lip until it bleed. "I love you, you know that right?" He asked the question slowly, sounding out the words as the lies spilled off his tongue, one after another.
She blushed deeply, "Yeah, I know"
"I wish I could marry you" He sighed," I fucking wish that this was so easy, what we have, what I think…" He paused, eyes content on the lightening bug fluttering above his head," I wish that this…fuck, this is not working Ellie"
"What, why?" She blinked. Over and over again.
He glanced at her, making her lean forward, because the look caught her off guard, with intensity.
It was just plain sexy.
"Kiss me Ellie"
He forced his voice to sound strong. And it worked.
He leaned in and gently covered his lips with hers and rested there for what seemed like years to Ellie and only seconds wasted for Marco. It was then that he knew. He knew what he felt and he knew what he saw. And yet he still couldn't bring himself to realize it until that kiss. It was an earth shattering kiss for Ellie and Marco both. Pulling away he licked his lips before smiling
As they broke away Marco fell backwards, eyes shutting, body falling short of breath.
"Marco..." She whispered "Marco!" She cried out, "Are you okay?"
"Dylan..." He said so gently she didn't know if it was really said or not as his head tilted to the side, his midnight hair falling lightly over his cheek and his eyes closing slowly. He wasn't dead, though a part of him died that day and he knew that he'd never get it back. Maybe he passed out from the initial shock, maybe he passed out from the pain or maybe he didn't pass out at all, maybe he was faking it so she would give him a break for once. He at least wanted to hear himself propose to someone once in his life time since he knew that it'd probably the last .As his breath stopped for seconds and he felt himself go limp he curled his finger into the grass and thought about the wish that he made on the shooting star.
Yep, he just fucked up his life.