Author's Note: This story is mostly told in Marco's eyes, but scenes that I put in this story that do not feature Marco will be told in third person.
Sorry for the delay in this chapter. I was out of town, with not much access to a computer. Keep the reviews up, they make my day!
Ellie cringed as Marco slammed the door upstairs. Ellie then saw Paige, glaring straight at her.
"What?" Ellie asked, walking back to the couch.
"Don't you think you are just a bit out of line?" Paige asked her, walking closer to Ellie in the living room.
"No." Ellie stated. Ellie sat down on the couch, reaching for a magazine. "What do you care, anyway?"
Paige looked at Ellie, flabbergasted. Surely she couldn't be serious. "You're not the only one that cares about Marco, Ellie."
Ellie looked up at Paige. "Yeah, I get that. But I still don't get why you are upset."
It seemed that Ellie had forgotten that Paige shared the same last name with Dylan.
Paige sat down on the love-seat across from Ellie. "Well, not only is Marco one of my closest friends, but Dylan is, well, my brother! Or Did you forget that!"
"Paige.." Ellie trailed off, not sure of what to say.
Paige raised her eyebrow, as to say "Well?"
"Ok." Ellie threw up her arms. "Sometimes I forget you are related, especially when he's not hanging around here. I guess I always thought of him as Marco's boyfriend and not your brother."
"Whatever, Ellie." Paige took a deep breathe. "I'm so pissed right now, I can't even breathe." She looked up at the ceiling. She looked back at Ellie. "I mean, why?! Why would you do that to Marco? And Dylan - I thought you liked Dylan."
"I do," Ellie explained. "I just don't like how he's treating Marco."
Paige rolled her eyes. "And how is he treating Marco?!"
Ellie opened her mouth to speak. "Well-"
Paige continued to talk, not noticing Ellie trying to say anything. "So Dylan can't even follow his dream now, Ellie? Which he only did at the insistence of Marco! You don't make sense."
Paige stood up and started to walk to the other side of the living room, next to a bookshelf of pictures, looking at a picture of Marco & Dylan. The couple was leaned in extremely close to each other, almost kissing, looking into each other's eyes, clearly very much in love.
"Ellie you keep forgetting the fact that Dylan did not want to leave Marco. Don't you know Dylan's priorities?"
"Obviously it isn't Marco," Ellie muttered.
Paige started to walk back to where Ellie was sitting. Ellie was much more hard-headed than she previously thought. Paige sat back down.
"Yes, he is," Paige stressed. "Marco has always been tied with hockey. Ever since they started dating."
"I doubt that seriously," Ellie said, as she flipped through the magazine she was reading.
"If you think that, then you obviously don't know how much my brother loves Marco. He'd give up hockey for him," Paige explained.
Ellie scoffed.
"What is your problem! Don't you get it? Do you even know what that means?" Paige walked to the side of the room and pulled out a picture from the back of the bookcase.
Paige stood in front of Ellie, hiding the picture from Ellie behind her back.
"You weren't dragged to every little hockey game since you were five." Paige showed the picture she was hiding to Ellie. It was an older picture, with two smaller children on an ice rink. The boy in the picture, obviously Dylan with massive blonde curls, was in hockey gear, and looked about 7 or 8 years old in the picture. He was hugging a younger blonde girl, clearly Paige, who was smiling brightly at her brother.
Ellie looked at the picture.
"You haven't seen the passion and love he has for hockey. You can see it in his eyes when he plays. He loves that sport. The only thing that ever came close to the love he has for hockey was Marco. I'd almost say the love he has for Marco even surpasses the love he has for hockey."
Ellie just shook her head, disbelieving.
Paige took the picture from Ellie, and sat down. "Fine, don't believe me. But I've seen that look he has when he looks at Marco. Only something he intensely love would warrant that look."
Ellie just rolled her eyes.
"Ellie, just stop it, ok?!" Paige yelled.
"No, Paige!" Ellie stood up. "I'm tired of being lectured by you two. I'm not going to stand aside and see Marco get hurt. If what you say has any truth, then why doesn't Dylan contact Marco?"
"Ellie, what do you know about hockey?" Paige asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Nothing, really." Ellie sat back down. "Marco dragged me to one of Dylan's games once. I didn't really understand it."
"Then you don't know what hockey season is like. I've been through this before. They have no life half of the year. Dylan warned Marco of this before he left. They both knew this would be hard and what they were getting themselves into."
"Oh, whatever, Paige," Ellie told her, as she flipped through her celebrity magazine. "I think your family should come over and take the rest of Dylan's stuff back to your house. His hockey stuff is just taking up room."
Paige just stared at Ellie, in shock. Seriously, how can one girl be that hard headed. "Have you not heard a thing I said?"
The front door opened.
"Hey, babe," Alex smiled cheerfully at Paige. Alex leaned down to kiss Paige. She sat down next to Paige.
Seeing Ellie, she figured out why there was so much tension in the room.
"Nash. Bold, you are. Quite bold." Alex told her.
Ellie had the most confused look on her face.
"Come on," Paige grabbed Alex's hand. "Let's go upstairs. Clearly this is a lost cause." She mentioned towards Ellie.