Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi

A.N. This is thinking This is talking

Marco stumbled down the sidewalk, a liquor bottle half empty in hand. Marco had walked in on Dylan making out with Eric a week ago, and was gradually becoming more and more depressed. He downed another mouthful of alcohol. He was planning on walking to Dylan's home, but was taking a bit longer then necessary considering he kept forgetting where he was and taking wrong turns.

"Stupid Dylan," he murmured. "Cheating on me :Hic: like that."

When he got to Dylan's house, he slouched up to the front door and began pounding on it, yelling something incoherent. Dylan, hearing all the fuss outside came to his door and opened it wide. Marco was standing there, looking at Dylan with eyes glazed over with anger and with the alcohol, confusion.

"Dylan" he slurred, "Why did you sheet on me like tha'?" Then he began to laugh. "I's funny! I drank so much... Why'm I here?"

Marco tried walking into Dylan's house, but tripped over himself and nearly fell down, had Dylan not caught him.

"You saaaved, me, Dylan::hic:" exclaimed Marco, "Oh yeah... I wanted ta tell you, I still love youuu... An' I want you back. An' I forgive you!"

Dylan look at Marco in his arms. "Marco," he said, very concerned, "how much did you drink?" Then, spotting the more-than-half-gone bottle of liquor, still clutched in Marco's hand, grabbed it and set it down on the coffee table.

Dylan then picked up Marco bridal-style, and set him down gently to the couch.

"Dyliiinnn," he slurred, "I don' fell so good..." Dylan hurriedly picked Marco up and brought him to the bathroom. Marco leaned over toilet and began retching, Dylan rubbing his back comfortingly.

How could I do this to Marco? Dylan thought, He drank because he was so upset over us breaking up... Maybe I should be with him again. I miss him so much. I broke it off with Eric a while ago, anyway. I was just so terrified what Marco would say if I just came crawling back...

Marco stopped throwing up and turned slightly to look and Dylan.

"Dylan?" He asked.

Dylan's head snapped back to face Marco and stared at him.

"Yeah?" he asked.

Marco didn't say anything. His eyes looked less glazed over, so throwing up must've helped to wear off the alcohol a bit.

"I'm sorry!" he broke down and threw himself into Dylan's arms.

Dylan soothed Marco by running his hands threw his hair. "Shhh. It's alright. It's my fault, not your's."

"But it is my fault::hic:" Marco sniffled. "I drank a whole bunch then :hic: excpected to be welcomed here::hic:"

"It's not your fault," said Dylan a bit more sternly. "I'm the one that kissed Eric, and ruined our relationship. You're just having trouble coping."

Marco sniffled and hicoughed a little more, before eventaully passing out.

"Marco?" Dylan asked softly. Dylan sighed He needs some sleep" he thought, and picked him up bridal style again from off the bathroom floor.

Dylan walked slowly up the stairs, and with a bit of difficulty, opened his door and layed Marco on the bed on his side.

"Goodnight, Kitten." he whsipered, kissed him lightly on the forehead and layed down beside Marco and held him close.