Title: The Longest Week of my Life

Author: StrongAtHeart

Summary: What happens when Marco's dad comes to live with him, Dylan, and Ellie for a week?

Disclaimer: I'm still not any closer to owning Degrassi than I was when I wrote the disclaimer for my last fanfic. Therefore...I still don't own it. :(

Warnings: Slash, language…that's about all I can think of for now.

A/N: This is just one of those things that kind of popped into my head. I usually don't have the patience to write anything that involves using the little add chapter button, but I couldn't pass this one up. Also, I'm aware the timeline is a bit off, for example: Paige and Alex didn't get back together for real until after Dylan had left, but he is in this story, and Paige and Alex are also together.

Introduction

Have you ever had one of those days where you wake up and it seems like it's going to be a good day, until something bad happens and it all just goes downhill from there? Have you ever had one of those weeks? I have.

This last week has been hell. Seriously. I am not being dramatic. It has been my worst nightmare come true. I'm sure it wasn't a picnic for anyone else involved either, but at least it wasn't their father who came to live with them for a week because their mother kicked him out of the house.

Oh no. It was mine.

Yes, my mother and father had some huge fight and my mother kicked him out of the house for a week. And where did my father go when my mother kicked him out? My house. Yeah. Great.

Not.

This is especially not great because not only was my father living with me for a week― something I thought would never happen again after I moved out― but my roommates and friends didn't exactly make things any easier. So, not only did I have to tolerate my father's presence for a whole week, but I also had to keep it secret from him that one of my roommates was my boyfriend, insist that the other was not my girlfriend, and try to keep my friend and her girlfriend out of the house.

Not easy. Not fun. At all. I swear my mother was punishing me for something when she kicked my father out. Maybe I shouldn't have broke her favorite china plate when I was five. It wasn't my fault. I thought it was a Frisbee.

Anyway, I'm sure by now you're very interested about my week in hell. And if not, I need to vent, so you're listening anyway. It all started one Monday afternoon…

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A/N: So, what do you think? I know this first part was really short, but the first actual chapter will be longer, I promise. If it sounds like a good idea, let me know and I'll continue. If it sounds like it sucks, let me know and I'll stop here, lol.