A/N: Thanks to all of those who reviewed my last chapter. The site usually sends me emails telling me…but it hasn't lately, so if I didn't respond, it's because of that. I usually do. I hope you like this chapter and please review!
Marco was trying as hard as he could to pay attention to Ms. Kwan's lecture on the importance of…something or another. Okay, so maybe he wasn't paying attention, but he was sure he knew whatever she was saying anyway.
"Marco!" Paige said from behind.
"Yeah…oh, what?" he asked, coming back to reality.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder, frowning, "Are you and Dylan like…alright?" she asked worriedly.
"Yeah, we're fine," he responded much more confidently than he felt.
She raised her eyebrow, "Really? Well, it just seems th—"
"Paige, Ms. Kwan is trying to teach a lesson and I'd love to hear it, thanks," he ended the conversation.
"I, for one," Ellie loudly spoke from behind Marco at his locker, "never thought this week would end,"
"Yeah," he muttered, not really paying attention to anything but his books.
"What? Dylan comes home again this weekend. No hooray? No happy Marco?"
He smiled as brightly as he could, "Yay!! Good enough for you?"
She leaned in closer, dropping her chin on his shoulder, "Do I sense problems in the perfect relationship?"
"Perfect? Is that what everyone thinks? We fight…you know?"
"Yeah, I know…so does everyone, Marco," she said, as she tried to bring her best friend back to reality, "You and Dylan are like the model for a lasting relationship. Come on, if you fall apart, there's no hope for the rest of us. Not to mention…there's not many other gay guys in this school available…"
"Thanks, El," he said sarcastically, "for that bit of insightful logic there,"
"I'm always here. Now, tell me," she led him out of the school, letting the doors slam behind them, "what, exactly, are these problems?"
"Nothing, we're good. We're fine. He loves me. I love him. We talk usually two or three nights a week on the phone. That's it,"
"Alright, well, this would be my house," Marco sighed, "I'll see you…Monday?"
"Yup," she smiled, "Do try to have fun this weekend,"
As soon as he got into the house, he ran straight to his room, and called Dylan, (ignoring the questions coming from his mother).
"You're still driving? Okay, are you going home first? Alright, sure…I'll see you soon, then. Love you, bye,"
He fell down onto the pillow after a long week of school to await his boyfriend.
There was a knock at the door. He called for him to come in, assuming he knew who it was. Instead, it was his mother.
"Oh," he said, surprised. "Hey, what is it?"
"Well, we just," she faltered a moment, "I wanted to talk with you…"
"Yeah…" he felt bad telling his mother that, at this particular moment, they couldn't actually have a conversation.
"Ma…I'd love to, but Dylan's sort of back in town today and—"
"I don't mean to be nosy, Marco," she leaned against the doorframe, "but you and Dylan…this friendship you have—
Saved by the bell. Literally. The doorbell sounded throughout the house, letting Marco know that Dylan had arrived. He half-smiled at his mother, and led her out into the kitchen, so he could answer it.
"Hey," said a smiling Dylan ready for a kiss.
"Hi," Marco tried to smile, turning away. "Room," he reminded, pushing Dylan down the hall.
Dylan nodded, "Of course," looking slightly put out at the thought that his parents still had no idea about them.
When Marco had closed the door behind him, Dylan definitely got his kiss, forgetting all current annoyance. Marco pulled away, pushing them both down to the bed.
"Remind me, my mother wants a conversation, okay?"
Dylan looked at him oddly, "Sure….lay down, relax," he said softly, noticing the look of pure stress in Marco's eyes.
Marco obliged, resting his head on Dylan's chest as Dylan ran his hands through his hair. He felt at peace. He felt good. But, then, he felt scared. He could enjoy the happiness for now, or realize that after the weekend was over, the loneliness and worry would come back…
"No," Marco didn't realize he'd spoken aloud, but still pulled out of the strong arms that held him so comfortably in place.
"What's wrong?" Dylan asked, confused.
"We just….need to talk, okay?" Marco spoke slowly and calmly. He convinced himself that Dylan would understand.
"Okay, hun…let me uh, sit down up for this,"
Marco took his hands in his, "College is, I didn't want to admit it, but it's changing this…"
Dylan laughed, "Marco, come on, I know we don't see each other every day, but we're okay,"
"No! Dylan, just…okay isn't good enough, and…listen to me, okay?"
He nodded, not wanting to upset Marco at all.
"I love you so much, but you're in college, and I'm still at Degrassi. I mean, we're different. You might be changing now, having different interests,"
"Marco," Dylan said sadly, "Did I do something?"
"No!" He feared maybe he had been too hopeful. Dylan wasn't understanding.
"Just…we're fine, Dylan. Forget it,"
Dylan shook his head, "You absolutely can't take that back, Marco. Tell me what the hell you mean. I'm worried," He yelled, as he paced the room.
"Please," Marco whispered. "Don't yell. My mom is out there,"
Dylan nodded, albeit reluctantly.
"Alright," Marco gave in, "There could be other guys at the university, and…I don't always know what you're doing because I never see you…"
He stopped long enough to take in Dylan's expression. It had quickly turned from worry to anger and disbelief.
"So you don't trust me, Marco?"
"No, that's not it, I trust that you may not do anything, but what you're feeling,"
Dylan stopped his pacing, but distanced himself from Marco as he thought was possible.
"Who the hell said I'm feeling anything? Did you ever think that you just might be the only one for me?"
"Please, Dylan, STOP!"
"No," Dylan went on, "Have I ever given you reasons not to trust me? Or, have you been feeling paranoid since we started dating?"
Marco wasn't sure what to say. "I don't know," he answered honestly.
"You don't know," he repeated coolly, "Well, neither do I, obviously,"
"I just think that this relationship is beginning to feel a little forced," Marco replied without thinking.
"Forced?" Dylan asked, bewildered. "Am I forcing you to keep dating me? Is that what this is to you?" He was trying to hide it with his anger, but Marco could see how hurt he was by the accusations thrown at him.
"Maybe we should just like take a break," he said so quickly that Dylan couldn't interrupt, "I think it's for the best,"
"Well, maybe you shouldn't trust me," Dylan said as Marco saw the tears behind his eyes, as he spoke. "Maybe," he continued, "I really found some other guys. Hate to tell you the truth, babe, but I have been sleeping around," he smiled impishly.
Marco shook his head quickly, "You're just saying that to hurt me. You don't mean that," Marco wasn't sure whether or not he believed it, but it felt much better to keep confidently saying it.
"You'll never know, will you?" He turned to grab his coat, "This weekend was for you," he angrily stormed out of the room.
Marco followed him to the car, despite Dylan's protests. "Please, Dylan,"
"You wanted you "break", you'll get it. Good-bye, Marco,"
"No," he grabbed his arm, "Please," he screamed. He really didn't care who heard him anymore.
Dylan ripped his arm away from his grasp and slid into the car. Marco slammed the door for him, with tears running down his cheeks. He'd almost given up completely. He was going to lose him, he knew it.
"If you leave me now, I hate you," he whispered, unable to obtain a louder level.
"Well, maybe," Dylan answered in barely a whisper, himself, "I already do…" And he drove away.
It comforted Marco to repeat the words over and over again. He wasn't sure if they were true, but again, sometimes it felt better to believe them anyway. "He did NOT mean that. He'll come back. He loves you. He did NOT…"
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A/N: What you have to understand is that I started writing this story; I had those last few paragraphs in this chapter in mind. Yes, well, I'm not sure I liked the way this was written…please tell me what you think! I'd LOVE reviews!
