A/N: I really am the stupidest human being alive, probably, for what I'm doing. Right now, my stress level is higher than the amount of water in the oceans. So…I finished every one of my stories, right? So…what do I do? I decide… "Hey, how about I start a new one because I just have so many ideas in my head and NOT enough stress, right?" Okay, so here I am. I really had to do it, people. This came to me…well, I don't really know how. The point is, I am really hungry and I got my very own laptop for Christmas and I am simply THRILLED. So, I'm a little hyper. Also, in this story, it's as though Marco and Dylan never broke up. It takes place in, like, the beginning of twelfth grade, (obviously, Marco's) and if it was going by the show, that'd be the beginning of season 5 as though they had never broken up. Okay. It starts off kind of slow, but it'll get better, I promise. Please review.

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Marco and Dylan were lying down on the basement couch of the Michalchuk house watching a movie. They had barely gotten any sleep the night before, so Dylan had to work to keep his eyes open long enough to even see what Marco had playing; not that it mattered because Marco was falling asleep ten minutes in as well.

It was the day before school at Degrassi was to start up again and Marco and Dylan weren't so happy about it. Of course, Marco was very excited and nervous, considering it was his very last year there, but he'd had Dylan to himself the entire summer and was anxious about him going back to school because he couldn't see him every day.

Last night, they felt, was their last night of true freedom to do whatever they wanted and Marco had wanted to stay up with him the entire night because he didn't know when they'd have another chance. He didn't even have to worry about telling his parents because they had left the week before for their last week of summer to visit Marco's Aunt Rosa. Marco was supposed to have gone too, but that obviously didn't happen.

"I'm determined," Marco said, yawning, "to not fall asleep."

"I'm determined…to wake up," said Dylan, not moving. Marco realized he'd been sleeping for a while.

He laughed. "Okay, then. Well, if you can go to sleep, so can I," he said, laying his head on Dylan's chest.

"Amen to that,"

Just as Marco and Dylan had gotten more comfortable and closer to each other, ready to fall asleep, an annoying voice decided that wasn't going to happen.

"Oh, boooys," called Paige from the middle of the staircase, amusement in her voice. "As Much as I really hate to break this moment, mom wants you to come upstairs and make an appearance.

"Why?" Dylan whispered, obviously planning on ignoring his mother's request.

"She misses you," she laughed. "She says she hasn't seen you all summer."

"She—"

"Dylan, don't fight, okay? Let's just go up, see your parents, and maybe they'll let us fall asleep in the living room," said Marco, too tired to refuse her.

Dylan sighed. "Fine, but I hope you're ready for a few lectures from my father on our relationship."

"Baby, I live with my father. I think that's prepared me for absolutely anything," he answered, dramatically.

"Marco!" squealed Mrs. Michalchuck, throwing her arms around him in a hug.

"Mom, you saw him this morning," Dylan said, laughing at his mother's enthusiasm.

"It's okay, Dylan," Marco smiled at him over his mother's shoulder. "You can never get enough love."

"How about some lunch?" she suggested, setting out plates.

"You don't cook…" Dylan said, looking up at her in confusion.

"Dylan, shush. If Marco can cook so well, he doesn't need to know I have a problem. Besides, we have some pre-maid sandwiches in the fridge, sweetheart."

Dylan hid his face in his hands, sitting down at the large table in the dining room. It was well known that the Michalchuk family was quite wealthy. Marco knew that he definitely wasn't poor, but he did feel uncomfortable in the extravagant house that he was in. Considering Marco had been silent for a while, Dylan sensed there was something wrong. He took Marco's hand in his and squeezed it lightly.

"Would you like something to eat?" he whispered. "You alright?"

"Yeah, of course," Marco answered, leaning his head onto Dylan's shoulder. That was something he loved about being at their house: the freedom to love him.

Paige sat down across from Marco and Dylan. "Don't be fooled, Marco, we never sit down and have lunch like this."

Her mother playfully hit her on the head. "Why must we tell him all of our secrets?"

Marco laughed. "I love it here!"

"Oh, by the way, I met a guy," she said pretty nonchalantly.

"Oh?" voiced Marco, apparently not surprised.

"Yeah, I met him at the mall. He graduated last year from Degrassi. That's where I've been lately, hanging with him. I think we're kind of official now, so I just thought I'd tell you about him."

Dylan glared at her. "How do you know he's not lying to you?" he asked protectively.

She rolled her eyes at Marco and he laughed. "He had a yearbook, smart one," she said, laughing.

"Paige, you meet someone in a mall and--"

"Dylan!" Marco interrupted. "If he was going to hurt her, he would have already. They've been alone together plenty of times, I assume. Please, don't get overprotective."

"But--"

"Dylan," he let go of his hand. "I am serious," Marco said, a tone of warning in his voice.

"Alright, alright…" he smiled brightly, attempting to pull himself out of trouble. Marco rolled his eyes.

"Okay, be good. Anyways, Paige, tell me about this guy," he said, thoroughly interested.

"Well, his name is Mike, he's really cute, of course. Oh my gosh, Marco, you'd adore him. He's so sweet and funny. I know I've only known him for three weeks, but I think I'm in love," she sighed, love struck.

"And you're telling us this the day before school begins again?" asked Dylan.

"Well, mom wanted to meet him tonight, so he's coming over for dinner. Mom, can Marco please stay for dinner tonight?"

"Well, your father did want to see him again. Of course, you're welcome, Marco," she said sweetly, getting up to clean the dishes.

"I'd love to, thanks. That is, if you want me to stay, Dylan," he said, looking up at Dylan.

"No, go home," he laughed. "Yeah, I want to spend as much time with you as possible, baby. Stay. Besides, I'm going to need you to help me from murdering this boyfriend of hers."

When they were finished eating, Marco and Dylan went back downstairs, more awake than before. They got down off the last step, and Dylan unexpectedly grabbed him around the waist.

"Well, hello," he turned up to face him.

"Hi," he said back. Dylan took advantage of Marco's mouth being so close to his. He kissed him.

"I love you," he said, pulling away.

"I love you too," he answered. He put his small hands on top of Dylan's, leaning his back against Dylan's chest.

"I don't want to go back to school tomorrow. How about you come back to Degrassi??"

Dylan laughed. "Ohhh, not going to happen, babe."

Dylan led his unsteady boyfriend to the couch. "No," Marco whined.

"What?" Dylan asked, confused.

"If I sit on the couch, I'll get tired again," he said, yawning.

"Good." Dylan smiled. "You really need the sleep," he said softly, running his hand across Marco's face. "I'll wake you for dinner. Don't worry about it."

"Okay," he agreed, grudgingly. "But only just for a little while, Dylan. Don't get let me sleep for too long, okay?"

"Alright," he whispered, letting Marco fall asleep in his arms.

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"Hey, Marco…" Dylan said softly, shaking his boyfriend gently.

"What?" he answered, half-awake.

"My sister's boyfriend is here. We're having dinner."

"Come on, I'll help you upstairs."

A/N: Okay, first chapter was obviously just sort of an introduction to show you where they are and how their life is and everything. The next chapter will be more…uh…interesting. Yay! You'll get to meet Mike! Alright, anyways, I will definitely be able to update this soon despite my busy schedule because I have EVIL family members here!!!! I like to avoid them as much as possible.