I don't own Degrassi. This story is AU, so what you read, take for truth (ie: Dylan and Marco met in Spanish class Marco's freshman year and Dylan's sophomore year, Dylan wears contacts, etc.) If you don't do homosexual stuff, don't read, if you don't like AU stuff, another reason not to read. Pre-sex.
(TOLD FROM MARCO'S POINT OF VIEW YEARS LATER)
How did I end up this fucked up? I always worked really hard: straight A's throughout high school, all those
extracurriculars, I didn't get high during my college fair and screw up my interviews; I did everything right. And
yet, I'm the most fucked up. I'm in love with like, five guys, all of whom either know I'm alive and would rather
not know me, and the others just don't know who I am, or don't give a damn. After Dylan, nothing's the same.
Maybe I should start from the beginning. I fell for him so, so hard. I remember when I first met him in Spanish
class. It was second semester, and I was bored out of my mind; Spanish is really easy after being fluent in Italian;
those romance languages you know. Anyway, I was watching the door, praying for a call slip or something to get
me out of this hell. And in walked the most beautiful person I've ever seen. In my life. I was soon in awe of him,
and much to my delight, he sat next to me. It was pure ecstasy on my part; I don't think he cared.
-----Okay readers. Tell me what you think; honestly. I can do flames (don't like them by any means), and I LOVE happy, constructive reviews. This is my first Darco (there will be more, promise); so lemme know if you have any ideas. Thank you!-----