A/N: This is my first Degrassi fic, so bear with me. I've written for other fandoms, but I've decided to dive in here and see what happens so, here goes. Also, I couldn't remember if Marco is with Eric or Tim, so feel free to correct me!

Song to listen to/song this fic is based on: "Thinking of You" by Katy Perry

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Fridays. The days Marco dreaded. Date night. It wasn't that he didn't like Eric, he did, but it wasn't the same, and he always ended up disgusted with himself. He couldn't appreciate what he had now because he was still so focused on what he used to have then, and it was tearing up what he had now.

Sighing to himself, he walked into the room where he knew Eric was waiting for him. Forcing a smile, Marco walked up to him and greeted him with a kiss.

"Hey," Eric said happily, "How are you?"

"The same as always," Marco replied, making Eric frown.

"You're supposed to be happy," Eric began, a tinge of a whine working its way into his voice, "We're supposed to be happy."

"I know," Marco said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Then why aren't you?" Eric asked, as if it were that simple, as if all the hurt, pain, and heartbreak he'd experienced since Dylan had left could be willed away. As if Marco hadn't been wishing for that since the day Dylan left.

Marco's thoughts shocked himself. He hadn't, couldn't, let himself think of Dylan's name since they had broken up. It's not as if he wasn't thinking of him every second of every day, but his name had never came back, making it seem, at least to the illusion he had created for himself, that Dylan didn't exist, that he was merely a distant memory from a bad dream.

Looking up into Eric's eyes, Marco blinked back the tears threatening to spill over. "Can we just go home instead?" he asked.

"Fine," Eric said, trying to look up to it, but not hiding his frustration very well.

"Thanks," he told him, meaning it.

That night was the night when Marco realized that nothing would ever be the same again. It couldn't, because even as he was kissing Eric's lips, listening while Eric whispered sweet nothings and comforting words in his ear, all Marco could think about were the nights when Dylan did the same thing. And when he looked in Eric's deep brown eyes, he saw only the clear pools of blue that were Dylan's.

A/N: Review and tell me what you think!