Author's Note: This is my first fiction, I am not a writer really. I wanted to write this as a reaction to the Season 7 sneak preview with Marco, and what I think should happen with Darco. So please be gentle...

Not everything in this story will be 100 percent accurate, Degrassi wise. I have no idea if Marco really hates the cold, for instance. I am also writing this on the notion that the Eric in the previews is just someone on the newspaper staff with Ellie & Jesse, and not the Eric that broke Darco up.

I hated the cold. Weird, considering I've lived in Canada my whole life. I couldn't stand the freezing temperatures, or even the snow. Or maybe it was because the only thing that made me warm was in freezing cold Switzerland.

I was walking up the stairs to the house, when I felt my cell vibrate. I took it out of my pocket and looked at it. It was a text from Dylan.

Ellie was walking in the living room as I came in. Putting down my bags on the table, I complained to Ellie about the text I just received.

"So Dylan just sent the lamest text. It says: 'hap ann m love -luv- d'," I tell her, exasperated. "Could that be any more abbreviated?"

I took my gloves off, and I thought I smelt pizza. "Why does it smell like pizza?" I questioned Ellie, confused.

"Because..we have guests." Ellie said, grinning.

"Hey Marco." I heard Jesse call from the kitchen. Crap. I was not in the mood for "guests." And since when is Jesse a guest? I really did not want to deal with this right now. I noticed someone behind Jesse.

"Eric and I were just doing some um, work." He explained as he approached me and Ellie. Eric? God I hate that name.

"Hey Marco." Eric smiled. I looked at him. Dude, braces, seriously.

I had only met this "Eric" once before, when he and Jesse had come over for some late night writing session. But I didn't care. That name just brought back to many memories. Bad memories.

I cringed. Something felt weird. I looked at Ellie, hoping for some kind of sign of what was going on.

"Jesse." One look at her and I knew where this was going. I shook my head, in disgust.

"I wanted to show you that-" She made some hand gesture towards the other room. "thing."

Jesse looked at her, clueless.

"Remember?" Ellie asked.

"Oh! Right, the thing," Jesse said, almost pointing his head to Eric. "I love things."

They left. "Well, that wasn't awkward."

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I was lying on my bed trying to calm down I was so angry at Ellie. I had stormed up to my room and slammed the door and locked the door.

As I ran upstairs, I heard Jesse say, "I told you it was a bad idea," to Ellie.

I tried to think of Dylan to get my mind off her. I know I had been complaining about the lack of Dylan lately to everyone. And yes, it was probably getting on everyone's nerves. But I just missed him so damn much. I knew a long-distance relationship would be hard. But I just never knew how hard. I knew Dylan was busy, and we both knew our communication would be limited, but we promised we'd both try the best we possibly could. It could have been worse. At least he didn't forget our anniversary. Sure, it was abbreviated. But it would be worse if he forgot completely.

I doubt Ellie knew it was our anniversary. But the fact she was trying to set me up with some guy on my anniversary really pissed me off. I have a boyfriend! I don't know what the hell she is thinking.

I heard the three of them leave. I had to get out of there.

I grabbed my cell out of my pocket, and called Alex.

"Hello, Mr. Michalchuk," Alex answered.

"Very funny, Alex," I told her. "You busy?"

"Nope, about to go to the Dot with Paige. Wanna join us?"

"Yeah, mind if I vent a little?" I asked.

"Not at all, babe."

"See ya in 10 then."