Title: Artistic Revisions

Summary: Marco's life has changed somewhat, now he has a suicidal façade of a son, a jealous boyfriend bent of Hollywood domination and a hellova lot of empty champagne bottles.(Sequel to Broken Paint Brushes)

-wink- I'm baaaaccccckkkkk

Author Note: I know you guys are wondering what exactly is going on with the whole situation of how I left things off, but have no fear, I'm back, the story is back and just as funny and dramatic as ever. So enjoy lovelies! This tale of deception, love and slashly ignorance is just beginning, I just hope that you guys sill enjoy this! And like…hey, how come no one noticed that there was somebody named Alex laying on Jake's bed? And omg...this is so fucking stupid, you know I can't reply to you guys anymore? Wow! I am so pissed, I shall find a way! I shall::squees and hugs all around: I couldn't wait, I must update! Hehe, rhyming!


Chapter 1: The Short Weekend Begins With A Longing


Are you up in the middle of the night

Trying to figure out where things went wrong

And they did

It's just another semi bummer weekend

Seems hard to find the heart for the words

Though I'm sure they make complete scene

In your head

It's a light hearted movie and a splash of calamity


And when I dig too deep

When I get too high

I'll never ask of you

I'll ask of

When I talk too much

don't talk enough

I'll never ask of you I'll ask of

And when I fall apart upon the weekend

And the pills begin to stop working

When I'm out of line

Just too aligned

I'll never ask of you I'll ask of

I'll never ask of you I'll ask of


Marco closed his eyes; the wind flew through his face and against his skin. His cheeks were rosy red from the October weather and he wasn't in the mood for any disruptions anymore, not like last time. He was on the roof now, just trying to escape the realities of life, the little "Yes" and "No" that people say, the occasional lie, the first kiss…the last…

He stopped thinking when someone came up behind him. "Hey" They said uneasily.

"Have you ever wondered what I'd be like to just take off, fly and leave everything behind?" Marco asked, raising his arms in the air like a pilot and coughing a little bit.

"Every day…but then I look at you, and Michael and everybody else and I remember why I stay" Ryan said softly," Like I'm pretty sure you do. Is it my fault that you blame yourself?"

"Don't be silly" Marco said, rolling his eyes," Of course not, I blame myself because if I was a good parent I'd stop this from happening"

"All good parents are blind occasionally" Ryan said, moving up next to him and slinging an arm over his shoulders," Jumping off anything won't help anyone, Marco, remember that"

"Oh, I know I'd never do that" Marco sighed out, "I was wondering how Trent could. How can you just do something like that and not regret it?"

"He's dead, you don't know what he regrets and what he doesn't" Ryan looked above into the skies," I bet he's kicking his ass up and down the streets right now"

"It doesn't matter, Adrian's gone too…" Marco blinked for a second," Everybody that Michael needed is gone…especially Jake. I mean really, remember all that shit that he put him through? This wasn't some tiny teen angst either; I mean some real serious things. How could he ever do that to a person? How could I have let him do that?"

"I have something for you…I don't know if you'll want it though. I made it a few days ago, from memory" Ryan said timidly. "It's downstairs if you want to see it"

Marco looked at him strangely," I have a question first. Do you mind?"

Ryan shook his head no.

"If you came to the conclusion that it was time for a change, that you needed to make the ultimate sacrifice would you do it? Even if it meant hurting yourself and maybe even others?"

"In a heartbeat" Ryan replied automatically. "Life wasn't created for us to sit back and enjoy it, we need a little black and blue to beat a rotation, you know?"

"Ahh Ryan, quoting Franz Ferdinand again?" Marco smirked as he turned towards the side of the roof and proceeded to slide down and loop himself into the window. It was a trick that he had mastered while Spinner, who was drunk at the time, had landed Jimmy's wheelchair full of vodka up there. Long story. Ryan was right behind them.

As they walked through the house they noticed the tiny changes that were made. The fact that so many people were in it now, especially since school started a lot space needed to be made. The basement had turned into the nursery for Tilly, also Mike and Mark moved down there. Sarah and Lizzie shared their own room, which was divided down the middle currently, Robert and Michael shared the other room, which was pretty quiet most of the time, incept from the occasional whimper of sadness from Michael and the occasional "Everything will be alright" lie that Robert would whisper back, and then Marco and Ryan's room, all of which were beautifully decorated.

Marco got inside first and sat in the new chair that they had just got. It was dark black to go with the leather curtains that Andy had picked out for the room. The room its self was Wine red with black carpeting and curtains. The two beds, which were at the other corners of the room, were red sheets with black pillows (there was desk in the corner that little people noticed, since Marco covered it up a lot that held their skirts and champagne. He got tired of hiding it under the bed because the bottles broke so easily) and the curtains themselves, along with the guest chair, were leather. The computer sat in the corner while Ryan's easel was positioned nest to his bed, which also had the window view. Marco had his own personal desk and reading light plus a ton of books to read and review and all of his assignments that he needed to catch up on, unless he'd be out of a job.

"So where is it?" Marco asked, sort of eagerly.

"Here…" Ryan trailed off and pulled the cover off the easel. "It's my art project for the follow up to My Fair Fantasy. They wanted something edgy…"

"It's Jake" Marco's face fell.

He looked at the picture; Ryan did an excellent job though, and tilted his head to the side. He drew Jake sitting on a mirror; everything about his aura was black, from the clothes that he wore right down to his facial features. The mirror was sort of titled back, so you could see the reflection, which was of someone else crying in the mirror. Three guess who it was.

"Out of all the uncertainties in life, some are always revolving" Ryan whispered," Hence the name Crimes of Passion"

Marco smiled," its…good"

"You don't like it?" Ryan asked, confused.

"No, it's wonderful, I'm just…amazed as always with your drawing" Marco sighed out.
His cell phone buzzed in his pocket, he looked at the screen and snapped it shut.

"Who was it?" Ryan asked, clueless.

"Never mind, hey, want to go shopping?" Marco asked, getting up and grabbing his keys.

"For clothes?" Ryan asked, his face already falling. It's not like he didn't like it, because he did, he fucking loved it, but when you've been to Macy's with Marco, it's a whole different story. There's lots of scratching and hair pulling involved…and that's what normally happens when you do it to yourself for agreeing to be there in the first place.

"For food" Marco corrected. He jingled the keys to his car and winked," come on, you know you want to try him out"

"Don't you mean her? Car's are normally feminine" Ryan pointed out.

Marco looked at him," I know you know me better than that. I named him Sky; I have a hankering for boys with earth names this month"

Ryan laughed at his best friend's humor," Okay, let's see how fast Sky can ride"

"Alright!" Marco said, throwing his cell phone down and heading out the door.

He looked at the cell phone as he passed by to see the name "Dylan" written on it with a little skull and crossbones next to it. Marco sure was animated. Ryan grabbed his coat and called out "Coming" as he tried to catch up with Marco.

He could already hear Marco giggling down the steps.


"Marco! Tree!"

"Marco! Fence!"

"Marco, oh for god's sake, don't hit the old lady!"

"That's the same bitch that whacked me with her purse last time!" Marco said, veering to run the woman down, but Ryan grabbed the wheel and pulled him back onto the road. It was become a sort of habit that Ryan play the annoying game of "Don't Let Marco Crash Into Things!" for which he always won, of course. And today was no exception; Marco had a bad case of road rage and the whole world to take it out on.

"Squirrel!"

"I see it!"

"Cat!"

"I know!"

"Tug boat!"

"What?" Marco asked, looking around. "Oh…tug boat!" He said, swerving back off the docks and onto the street.

"Alex Kapranos!" Ryan yelled.

Marco stopped the car in dead traffic," Where. I want him to sign my CD. That or make me one of his beautiful dance whores"

"Marco I was joking…" Ryan trailed off as in the rear view mirror he saw a car speeding up to them from behind. He hit the gas and speed off just as the guy came around, he also had road rage. It was almost in slow motion in Marco's mind. A young guy, 18, 20 or so, with light blue eyes and purple highlights speed past them, a girl clinging onto her seat belt in one hand and her cigarette in the other as she yelled at him to watch the mail box, which he ran over anyway, and speed off full.

"Marco…Marco?" Ryan snapped his fingers in front of him to snap him out of his new mode, "MMM…" Or Many Marvelous Men for short. It was sort of like DDM incept more…intense.

Marco gunned the motor.

"Marco…"

"He almost ran me over!" Marco cried, switching gears and gunning the car forwards.

"What about the groceries?"

"Fuck that, no one out does my damn road rage!" Marco snapped.

"Marco, Chinese food delivery guy! Who should I mention is extremely hot?"

Marco glanced out and grazed the boy's bike as he yelled out the window "Hot ass!" and kept on driving.

Marco trailed the boy down until they were side by side.

"How come the police never see this?" Ryan asked, shaking his head.

"Hey, bitch! Yeah, you!" Marco yelled out the window, the boy looking at him oddly. "Your ass almost ran me over, apologize!"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me" The boy murmured, rolling his eyes," No!"

"What?"

"I said nooooo shorty"

Marco tilted his head to the side," Oh no you did not just call me shorty"

The guy laughed at Marco, almost hitting an old lady. " Davis?" The girl yelled.

"Hey," He shrugged," That's the bitch that gave me the finger when I tried to get that box of ice cream…"

Marco blinked at him, holy hell.

"Hey, I was talking to you!" Marco yelled half his body out the window now. Ryan was very uneasily steering with his arms, which were sort of under Marco's legs the whole time. The same thing went for the girl.

"Oh, sorry. I only see your head. Look kid, you're an amateur, you're no road rager, just a simple teen with issues. So save your Dawson Creek, Felicity, All My Almost Real But I still Have No Life Children, dramatic self for someone who has the time, okay shorty?" He threw his coffee onto Marco's window shield and hit a lamp post as he drove away.
Ryan drove down the block before turning to look at Marco. " I want him!" He growled out.

"How do you know he's gay?" Ryan laughed out.

"Hello. Gay 101 kid, I know you're new, so I'll explain. He liked ice cream…and old lady gave him the finger and he named every drama that are more steered towards the feminine population that the male, hence he's gay. Hence he's in my pants." Marco said," Oh, turn left here; we're taking a short cut!"

"Wha-" Ryan began when Marco stole the wheel from him, made a sharp left and steered off the edge of the corner that they were already driving on and into an alley. Going about 125 he made another left, through the park, almost killing a few more squirrels and up a garbage disposal ramp. From there the car went over a gate, down another ally way, and through some trees again before going up another ramp. " What the hell is…ahhhh! Truck, truck!" Ryan yelled, trying to grab the wheel but Marco slapped his hand away.
"I know what I'm doing!"

"The fuck you do!" Ryan said, closing his eyes shut. They were going to die…they were going to die…

"We're here" Marco cheered.

"Huh?" Ryan uttered out. He opened one eye, slowly. They were in the front row of the parking lot for the grocery store. "I never used to get here early enough but since I have that sort cut, I'm guaranteed a spot" Marco said happily.

"Marco…you're one strange kid" Ryan sighed out.

"I know, now come on, I want to get that new chocolate that came out by Miss Nelly" Marco smiled, hopping out the car and walked off towards the store, Ryan close behind. As they walked into the now slightly heated Store, as apposed to last time's air conditioning Ryan looked at himself in the mirror. His hair, which was almost 2 times shorter, staid tucked attractively under his white hat with the occasional wisp of Hair poking out at the ends. His white scarf, wrapped around his neck once matched his cream jeans jacket and jeans themselves. His eyes were a little tired though, but that's what happens when you spend the night reliving 99 Bottles of Beer on the wall at Brian's house instead of studying for a test which he failed.

Marco on the other hand, looked oh so fabulous as usual. Ryan smirked a little, what a fashion freak. Marco's hair, which was recently dyed to have Blonde streaks in it with flipped out at the sides and still boyish adorable. His bangs however were gone, having been long replaced with instead a fringe of hair that went from one corner for his head to the other, and made a cute little curl at the end. His outfit of choosing? A red shirt under a black blazer with a red button that read "Officially Pink" on it and a pair of matching black pants too. The blazer remained unbuttoned however, and his nails were oddly painted a shade of wine red, matching the room. He claims it's for a new look that he's creating, "The Polish Revolution" but Ryan thinks it's because he just likes Nail Polish.

"I look bad, don't I?" Marco asked, catching Ryan looking at him.

"No, I was looking at the cashier in aisle 6" Ryan lied.

"Oh…"

"You look fine!" Ryan said, petting Marco's hair," You know you do. So let's get the damn items and go back home and have some coffee?" Ryan said, taking a cart and wheeling it next to him. "Or…a little champagne" Ryan whispered into his ear softly," There's some business we need to attend to"

Marco slapped his hand playfully," Behave!"

Marco internally went off his list, Chocolate, Champagne, two new candles, a box of sardines (his mom was trying another Oprah magazine) some lotion and a new brush for his hair. Ryan however needed a paint brush, some chicken nuggets (it wasn't a fetish!) and some shampoo. "Chocolate first!" Ryan declared, taking the cart and walking away. Marco finished drooling over aisle 6 boy and caught up with him." Miss Nelly, Mister Peterman's, Misses Butterworth…a lot of chocolates are married"

"Oh…Miss Nelly!" Marco called out, grabbing the box as soon as someone else did.
He looked up, the old woman stood in front of him with her arm in a sling." You're the son of a bitch that almost ran me over" She cried out in a shrill voice.

"And yet your still here…" Marco drawled out," Look lady, I was here first, so just give me the damn box already!"

"Such language!"

"You just called me a bitch!" Marco snapped.

The old lady whacked him with her good arm," Let go you young tyrant!"

"Let go you old bitter shrew!" Marco yelled, pulling back.

"Marco…maybe you should just let her take the box…" Ryan trailed off.

"Keep your wispy looking boyfriend out of this!" The old lady yelled.

"Wispy?" Ryan snapped.

"Boyfriend!" Marco snapped.

Ryan came over and started pulling on the box in Marco's favor.

"Excuse me mam, is there a problem?" The cute aisle 6 guy asked as he came over there.
Ryan closed Marco's mouth before the drool began to show.

"These boys won't give me this box of cookies…that I had, it was for my grandson whose in the hospital" She said softly in a broken down old Lady voice.

"Bullshi-"Marco began but Ryan covered his mouth.

"Plus they tried to sexually harass me!" She continued on.

"What?" Ryan asked.

"Impossible"

"Really?" The cute boy asked, "You sort of look like the molesting type"

"What!" Marco snapped," Look here-"He paused to mumble" extremely hot guy in tight fitting uniform". He looked up again," We don't want her saggy ass for one soul reason"

"And that would be?"

"We're gay, damnit!" Marco snapped.

"Sure…" the boy said, rolling his eyes.
0 Marco turned to look at Ryan. He shoved him against the row of cereal behind them and kissed the crap out of him.

" See?" Marco asked, holding Ryan up. "Gay! Now give us those damn chocolates lady"
But the old woman was already gone with the box.

Marco sighed," Damnit. Come on Ry; let's get your things…"

But Ryan was on the floor, a little dazed by what just happened.

The grocery boy winked at Marco.


I had way too much fun writing this chapter. I hope you guys don't mind that I started off on a lighter note!