Hey guys. My house is covered in Christmas decorations, hence the inspiration for the story. lol. This is a short little oneshot...hope you enjoy! Please review, too. :)
Ciao, Liz :)
The Christmas party had been going great so far; Craig had given Ellie a beautiful necklace and some new drumsticks, he, in return, has gotten a kiss and a vintage record he had had his eye on for quite some time. John, Paige's flavor of the week (who was beginning to seem like more), had taken her shopping for a day, letting her run wild with his visa. For his gift, she promised not to go over $200. Needless to say, he was satisfied. A few other Degrassians were there: Jimmy, Hazel, and of course, the wonderful host, Marco. The had all been chilling out in the del Rossi's basement listening to music, eating pizza, and just talking. Garland decked the walls and bright Christmas lights lit up the normally dark space.
Even though he had claimed to be over him, Marco still had a small part of him that missed Dylan. He missed his laugh…his smile, most of all. Ah, well…Dylan had probably forgotten him, by now. He was probably cuddled up with Eric or someone drinking hot cocoa. Thoughts much like this one ran through Marco's head for quite sometime, until being interrupted by Jimmy's call, "Hey, del Studly,"
"Huh?" he turned around suavely and sauntered over to Jimmy.
"We all got our Christmas presents, now where's yours?" he asked, smiling strangely. Marco looked very confused.
"Oh, I got it. Come 'ere Marco," Paige squealed, skipping giddily towards the Italian boy.
"Guys, you didn't have to get—" Marco began, being pulled up his own stairs by Paige.
"Oh, of course we did, hon. It didn't take much to get him—err—it here," she smiled at her little slip up, giving Marco a clue as to what his present was.
"Tell me you didn't get me a stripper—" he laughed as he turned the corner into his living room.
"Me? A stripper? I don't think so," There stood Dylan Mikalchuck. In his living room. With a ridiculous mistletoe Santa hat on. Again.
"D-Dylan?" Marco asked, self-consciously fixing his hair.
"I'll leave you two alone." Paige smiled and ran back down to the basement, leaving the two boys with a lot to talk about.
"So," Marco sat down, "W-why are you back…"
"Why do you think, Marco?" he pointed to his hilarious hat. "I'm sorry. I though about all that crap that I did last year…and…I'm so, so sorry. You can ask Paige—I was off track for weeks, heck, I still am. I really never meant to hurt you…it just…well, I did. That's al that matters. If you can forgive me, please do…but if you can't…I'll understand that, too." He sighed and looked down at his shoes.
"All I want to know is one thing…do you still love me?" he asked, a twinkle reappearing in his eye that hadn't been therefore an entire year.
"I never stopped," a hopeful expression appeared on the blonde's face.
"Okay…as long as you tell me before you see other people this time," Marco sighed and looked Dylan square in the eye, "I forgive you,"
Dylan let out a sigh of relief and took Marco's hand in his own. "I love you…always," he said, skimming his thumb up and down the other boy's smooth skin.
"I love you too, Dyl…you too…" Marco's cute little sideways smile made another apperance, finally. Merry Christmas to me...
Yah like? Hope so. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! -Liz :)