Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or any characters on Degrassi.

Another stupid idea I couldn't get out of my head. Anyway, I know this is probably a little weird and maybe even unthought of. But I just have this need to create stories with drama. At the moment I am working on another story so updates might be slow. Inless I am inspired. Also, don't worry, when I do update it will turn into a Marco/Dylan and Palex story.

This story takes place sometime between I Against I and Our Lips Our Sealed. Also, episodes after that don't happen either. (For example, the episode High Fidelity doesn't happen.)

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Chapter 1:

The music was loud and the effects created by the disco ball made it feel like the room was spinning. I couldn't seem to walk straight. I kept tripping over my feet. I wasn't even drunk. I didn't even know why I was here. I felt stupid and alone. I didn't want to talk to anybody or do anything I knew I would regret later. I should leave. And go where? Why was I here? Because this is what stupid high school kids do on the weekends. Go to house parties. People were dancing and drinking. Having a run-of-the-mill good time. I wasn't. There was no way Paige and I had just broken up. Did we? Was it really over? We hadn't even been dating for two months yet. I really thought I had found someone, someone to really love. Now I felt like I needed someone to talk to. I need to just spill. But to who? I doubted I would find somebody here. Everyone was having to much fun. To much excitement. No one wanted to hear about my problems. I walked through the living room into the family room. I scanned the area looking for something interesting. To my surprise I saw Marco. He was sitting on the couch. He looked like he was deep in thought. I didn't know why, but I was compelled to go over to him.

"I didn't think this was your scene." I said as I took a seat next to him. He jumped abruptly, obviously not expected to be interrupted.

"Oh," He said looking around. Almost like he just now noticed where he was, "It's not. I mean, Tim had wanted to check it out."

"And Tim is where?" I asked.

"He had to leave and I dunno, I sat down and..."

"Zoned?" I said. Talking to Marco was helping to get my mind off Paige. It made me feel better.

"Yea, well. I was just thinking." He said.

"About?" I asked. I almost amazed myself at how caring I had actually sounded.

Marco looked at me for a moment. He seemed unsure if he trusted me. Then he shook his head.

"I dunno...I mean. I like Tim..." I interrupted.

"But...?" I asked already knowing where he was going with it.

"But...I can't...It just seems. I can't get Dylan out of my head. I mean, I know we are sooo over. But..." He seemed to be in thought again.

"But you still have feelings for him?" I finished his sentence for him.

"Yea." Marco was sounding completely honest. He really was confused.

"These Michalchuk's…I'll tell ya." I said trying to lighten the mood.

"Why?" Marco suddenly asked, "Is everything alright with you and Paige?" He sounded really concerned.

"No. I think we broke up." I said flatly.

"What happened?"

I had wanted to talk to somebody about this. I had wanted someone to spill on and now...I wanted to change the conversation. I was beginning to feel giddy and spontaneous. I looked around at all the people partying. I noticed one group of people doing shots.

"Common." I said as I grabbed Marco's hand. "Let's drink our problems away." I got up and pulled him up with me.

"Wait...No. Alex, I can't." He said.

"We don't have to get drunk. Just something to take our mind off...our problems." I reassured him.

I could see he was pondering it. He really was hung up on Dylan. He didn't stop me as I lead him by the hand over to the drinks. I grabbed a shot glass and filled it up with whisky. Marco watched as I took it all in one gulp. I knew one shot of this wasn't even going to be enough to get me buzzed. I waited for the burning to subside before I refilled it and handed it to him.

"Your turn." I smirked.

"Alex." He said trying to avoid eye contact.

"Common." I insisted.

"I know your hurting. I am too. But this is not the way to deal." He said

"No, but it's a good way to forgot." I reminded him. He was beginning to annoy me now.

"Alex." He said again.

"Just a sip. It won't kill you." I enticed.

Marco was looking unsure now. He looked at the shot glace awhile before reaching up and taking it from he. He held it up to eye level then slowly brought it to his lip. He must have took the smallest sip I have ever seen, before spitting it back out.

"Aww…that's awful!" He yelled. His face was crunched up as if he had eaten something very sour.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter. I almost found his facial expression more amusing than drinking.

"Shut up!" He laughed. Hitting me lightly on the shoulder. At least he was being a good sport.

I don't know why we stayed at the party. I guess we didn't really have anywhere else to go. We went outside and talked. It was nice having someone who understood how I was feeling. By the end of the evening we had been so wrapped up in each other we had forgotten about both Michalchuk's.

"Well, I had to admit I was pretty surprised when you didn't call me gay in front of the whole school."

"Well, I decided to be nice." I said.

"Even evil Alex had feelings." Marco joked.

"Evil Alex?" I questioned laughing.

"Yea, it's how Hazel and I refer to you during the time period before you were with..." He stopped. I knew who he was talking about. There was silence for a moment.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring her up." He said quickly.

"No. It's alright." I lied. I started rubbing my shoulders. "It's cold."

"We can go inside." Marco suggested.

"I dunno if I want to be in there with all those people."

"It's 11:24 and the party is still going strong." Marco said checking his watch.

"Did you want to go home?" I asked.

"No." Marco replied. "It's the last place I want to be."

"I know the feeling."

"Well, I'm getting pretty cold." Marco said smiling, "Lets just go inside. Maybe we can find some place quiet where we can hang." He suggested.

"Maybe." I said. "I'll have to admit, I do like talking to you."

"Well thanks." He said faking a flattered look. I laughed.

We went inside and walked past all the wasted people, some of who were pasted out now. We somehow managed to find an empty bedroom upstairs.

"Lock the door." Marco told me as I shut it.

"Why?" I asked.

"So drunk couples don't come up here looking for a place to...you know."

"Right." I said as I turned the lock.

Marco sat down on the bed. He looked zoned out again.

"Still bothering you?" I asked as I laid down resting my head on the pillow.

"I don't even know why. I should be over him…shouldn't I? He shouldn't be interfering with my relationship with Tim. I mean, he's not even here! And Tim is soo..." Marco stopped to think of the word.

"Gay?" I suggested. I don't know why I was reverting back into my mean insults.

"Alex. Your the one to talk." He laughed.

"I never said I was gay." I jested.

"Bi?" Marco asked.

"I dunno. I'm thinking lesbian." I said. I don't know if I had sound angry or sad, but Marco picked up on it.

"Does it bother you?" He asked.

"No." I answered bluntly.

"Did you know..." He started. He seemed unsure if he should finish. "When you were running against me?"

"No." I answered again very bluntly, "Well, maybe I had some suspicions. But I seriously didn't think I was..." There was silence, then I continued, "I not even sure what I am now."

"Well, if you ever have any questions. I'm your man." He grinned.

"How long did you know?" I asked suddenly.

"When I was a kid, I had my suspicions...but I guess I just ignored them. Then when I was dating Ellie...there was no denying them."

"So you've never been with a girl?" I asked suddenly. I didn't know what compelled me to ask that question.

"Yea, I was with Ellie." Macro replied "For a little while."

"No, I mean you've never been with a girl?" I asked again.

Marco gave off a small laugh, "Neither have you...right?" He was looking at me suspiciously now.

"No." I laughed. "But I wish."

"With Paige?" He asked sounding sincere. He laid down on the bed with me.

"Yea." I sighed. I didn't want to talk about this. I propped myself on one arm so I could be at eye level with him.

Marco suddenly took my hand. I didn't know why but I felt completely comfortable with him at that moment. He seemed to have felt the same way. He smiled at me and I smiled back. Suddenly I noticed I was closer to him. I didn't know who it happened. I didn't really think about it. I suddenly closed my eyes and I could feel his lips pushing against mine. I was pushed on my back and my head hit the pillow. I found myself removing the jean jacket he was wearing. He stretched out his arms making it easier. I couldn't say I felt any connection with Marco that night. I just new I felt a closeness to him. I never really fully understood it. I don't think he did either. Afterwards, we agreed never to tell anyone or talk about it. No one needed to know. Ever.

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I already know the plot of this story so I know where chapter 2 is going. So I hope you liked it. Again, I know it's random but don't worry. There will be Paige and Dylan in the next chapter. Hehe...I love drama. :D