My first story. I can't really write but I felt like it anyway. So um, be gentle. Please? I am gay. I'm going to try to put alot of my own feelings into this to make it seem as real as possible. One problem however, is that I am a girl. I have a guy friend who is bisexual who I am referring to for help in this story (later on) so that the characters will act and most importantly, interact like the males that they are. So hopefully it's realistic. Oh yeah, I also wrote this a day before that preview for their date, and I'm too lazy to rewrite it. So yeah. Tough.
Anyway, Marco/Dylan. Which, of course, means slash. Stay away if that bothers you.
Learning To Live With It
Marco stood by his locker grabbing his bag and throwing everything he didn't need back in before he started off home. It had been just another boring day of highschool. Or it would have been, if it weren't for someone behind him clearing their throat for his attention.
Turning around Marco came face to face with Paige. Blonde hair, lipgloss and all. "Marco, hun, what's been up with you? You've totally ignored Dylan."
Panicked, Marco replied, "I don't know what you mean Paige."
She 'tsk'ed loudly and rolled her eyes. "Please, even I noticed it. You practically run from him in the halls, let alone speak to him."
Ah, good point. "I-", he opened and closed his mouth a few times, suddenly speechless. "I don't know." He guiltily looked down and messed around, situating the books in his bag, avoiding her eyes.
She stared intently at him for a few seconds, as if waiting for more, but seeing she wasn't getting anymore of an explanation anytime soon she leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially. "Look- I know it's hard. But, well, Dylan had it hard too. He could help. Atleast give you someone to talk to."
Marco looked up and his expression hardened just a bit. "I'm fine."
"Sure you're fine. That's why you're avoiding Dylan. That's also why your grades are going down and you show up for school looking as if you haven't slept for a week." She crossed her arms and raised her head, daring him to say otherwise.
She's good. "Please, Marco, just talk to him. Everybody's noticed and everybody's worried. We want nothing but for you to be happy. So please...talk to him" She stared at him for a few seconds, as if trying to drill her message into him and then she pecked him on the cheek and left him by his locker.
Well. That was interesting. But, how could he do this? He couldn't do this.
"...Everybody's worried. We want nothing but for you to be happy. So please....talk to him"
Marco leaned back against the lockers and slowly slid down until he reached the floor and huggged his knees close. Everyone was worried about him. Even though he was the way he was. They wanted him to talk to someone. They wanted to see him happy.
They didn't care.
Very slowly a soft smile started to grow on Marco's face. He had friends. Friends who didn't care. Yes, many many people at the school hated him. Threw insults at him. His parents would disown him. But he had friends. Friends who didn't care.
With a new kind of energy Marco sprang to his feet and ran down the completely empty and silent hall. He ran all the way home. He felt pent up with emotions and running felt good. And for the first time in weeks, he was smiling. Really Smiling.
Part 2
"Earth to Marco!" Marco jumped and turned to Ellie who was still furiously waving her fingers in front of his face. "About time. Can I borrow your notes? We have a test next period and I know you've studied already."
"Uh, yeah. Yeah sure." Marco distractedly started rummaging through his stuff in search of the notes.
"Are you ok? You've been out of it. Staring at the wall all morning."
Marco hesitated before telling her what happened the afternoon before. "Oh my gosh, you are gonna talk to him right?"
"Yeah, I-I'm pretty sure I will. I'm just nervous, you know? I was really rude to him. Ignoring him and all. He'll hate me." Marco said mournfully, staring at the desktop unseeingly.
Ellie squeezed his hand and grabbed the notes from him. She answered looking down at the paper and writing in a frenzy. "Marco, you worry too much. Someday someone is going to have to beat that into your thick skull. Until then, do try to not overthink things. He will be more than happy to help you. Everyone knows he likes you."
Marco opened and closed his mouth rapidly doing the perfect goldfish impression. "No he doesn't!"
Ellie snorted and rolled her eyes."No of course he doesn't. And you're not blind either." Right then the bell sounded, effectively cutting off their conversation, but leaving Marco shaking his head confusedly and again staring at the wall as if it held all of life's secrets.
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The last period had again ended and Marco had just closed his locker. He began walking slowly towards the other end of the school, as if walking to the gallows. This was it. It was time to talk to Dylan. To come clean.
Oh, who was he kidding? He couldn't do this. He started legging it in the opposite direction, to the front doors, only to find his path was blocked. By Paige.
"Oh hello, Marco. Going somewhere?" She was grinning like the Chesire cat, latched onto Spinner's arm.
"Er, I was just-," he sighed, defeated. "I was just going the other way."
"Of course you were. Come on, Honeybee." Blonde hair bouncing and Spinner at her side, she left.
Great. Turning a full 180 he started heading to where the grade 12 lockers were and immediately spotted a head of golden curls. His heart started beating faster. He didn't think it was all nerves either. It happened everytime he saw Dylan. It was like a learned reflex by now. His stomach in knots, he just stood there, in the rapidly emptying hallway, and stared at him. The older boy just continued to grab and replace books and run a hand through his hair, completely oblivious. That is until he turned, pulling his shoulder bag over his head, and caught sight of Marco. The shocked expression on his face did not help ease Marco's nerves. But then, slowly, Dylan smiled that smile, soft and warm and perfect, and the nerves were replaced with a giddy, euphoric buzz that pretty much blotted out what he was gonna say.
"Hey, Marco."
God, this is so not fair. How was he supposed to concentrate when the boy had those blue eyes and that smile and that voice and he just stood there staring at him like an idiot. Wait, was he supposed to be talking? Yeah, talking. Deffinently should say something now. Dylan's smile was faltering, and that was not good at all.
"H-h-hi."
Another tall teenager approached the two, saw Marco, and sharply turned the other direction calling back, "See yah tomorrow, Dylan. Don't forget to pick me up for practice tomorrow!"
Still staring intently at Marco, the older teen yelled a quick "bye" at his friends retreating back, eyes never leaving the other boy's. "So, are you here for a reason?"
Oh, quit smiling! You're making it difficult! "Um, yeah. I guess I just wanted to say I was sorry. I've been horrible to you. Ignoring you like that. I-I'm just really sorry." Breathe Marco, just breathe.
Dylan's smile got bigger. "It's alright. You're talking to me now. May I ask why you did it in the first place?"
"I...was scared." There he said it! And he wouldn't do it again. Ever.
The blonde just nodded as if understanding. "Have you told anyone that?"
That's it! Not fair. The boy can read minds. "N-no." Ah, now I'm stuttering again. What am I? A girl?! "You should. It helps." Dylan looked down at his shoes for a second, fiddling with his bag's strap, then abruptly looked back up, straight into Marco's eyes. "And I'm always around you know."
Marco knew this was it. The crunch moment. Could he ask for help? Taking a deep breath he nodded very slowly and unsurely. "I'd...I'd like to talk. I mean, would you...er-"
"Yeah, you can talk to me." Sensing the italian boy's uncomfort and nerves he added quickly, "How about this? We won't even start today. Tomorrow. We'll start tomorrow. Do you think you could maybe meet me at The Dot or something after school tomorrow? We can talk. Or not talk. Whatever you want to do."
Sighing with relief Marco nodded. He had done it. He had asked for help without backing out. He had talked to Dylan without turning into a gibbering puddle on the floor. Ok, well almost right? "Yeah, that sounds good." He turned to leave, but stopped and swiveled his body a little so he could look back at Dylan. "I am sorry though."
Dylan just lit up again and beamed at him. "Yeah, I know. Don't worry about it. I understand. Really. I'll talk to you tomorrow." And with that he walked out the door to Marco's left. Opening the glass door he threw another killing-me-softly smile over his shoulder before continuing down the stone steps into the bright sunlight. And Marco just stood there. Staring after him. Completely amazed at what had just happened.
Coming back to himself he grinned and shook his head. He was such an idiot. Still grinning softly he headed out the same door and walked home. The smile never really left. But that was ok. He kinda hoped it would stick around for awhile.
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Um, yeah. Again, please don't kill me. I know I can't write. But hopefully it wasn't too bad right? Yeah, next chapter soon. And reviews are always nice.
