OMG! I just got a major shout out by Firevega21(goddess of Sparko!) In her last chapter update!
Spinner: really? Well, it's good that you've finally found something you're good at. Took you long enough. I mean….–thwacked by Dylan-
Marco: ;;
Anyhoo…. I'm so sorry for taking so long. The original chapter was accidentally erased, leaving only a blank word document. I wonder how that happened.
Dylan whistles in the corner innocently-
So anyway, that was the reason for the super long delay, because it's hard for me to have to re-write something completely. The last chapter was way more angsty that I anticipated, but you guys liked it so whatever. This chapter is very important to the outcome of the final relationship with Marco. It's a special Spinner chapter that will recap the story up until this point and will show the night Marco comes over through his point of view. Now
Spinner: Wait a minute... Are you serious? I can't do that! This is Marco's story and I don't want to impose….Besides, I'm no good at that mushy stuff, y'know?
Dylan: Yeah, he's right. Expressing yourself requires intelligence and that's obviously something that he doesn't have. Isn't that right, Splinter?
Marco: ;;
Spinner: Ohhh, I'll show you who's a splinter.
fight cloud emerges, wild limbs moving everywhere-
Marco: guys! Stop it, you're both more mature that this.
they stop for a brief moment look each other in the eyes, then continue-
Listen to him or else I'll write Dylan/Spinner pairing next time. Actually…. That's kind of hot. Hmm…
types wildly-
Spinner and Dylan stop fighting and Begin making out, tearing off each others' clothing-
Marco: O.o;;;; Make it stop!
Ok, ok just kidding. –erases text- but you have to admit, that was kind of….
Spinner: Sick, twisted…
Dylan: Deranged, just…wrong.
LOL! All right I promise never to do it (crosses fingers) if Dylan does the disclaimer and Spinner does the chapter.
Dylan: Fine, Fine! anything but the other thing. –clears throat- CosmicPudding doesn't own us, or much of anything for that matter, so suing him makes no sense, k?
Alright! Now onto the chapter!
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Tempted to touch
(Spinner's POV)
Before the end of the night
I wanna hold you so tight
You know I want you so much
And I'm so tempted to touch
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Little woman, man I need you so much
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Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Little woman, man I'm inside your clutch
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Little woman, man I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Little woman, man I'm inside your clutch
The music echoed off the walls of the small caramel colored room, practically unnoticed by its occupants who were thoroughly engaged in activated of their own. A Tall, lightly tanned boy straddled his best friend as their hands were in a mad scramble and their tongues battled for dominance. Before practically falling on top of him, The slightly older of the two boys broke the fierce lip lock and released his companion, sitting up on the couch and cuddling next to him. Both gazed into each other's eyes and caught their breath before the blonde spoke.
"Hmm… that was nice. Want to do that again? " He began, stroking the hair of his snogging companion.
"Definitely Spin. Besides, I"
(Alarm beeps loudly)
'Damn!' I thought as I begrudgingly opened my eyes. The sun peered through my curtains like a spotlight on a prisoner attempting escape. I felt myself going back to sleep soon after though, my body still clinging to denial. It couldn't be Tuesday already, right? Unfortunately, my greatest irritation was realized by the morning DJ.
"Good morning tater tots, It's your favorite DJ, Sweeter than Candy, And I'm in for the day all alone, at least for the moment. Monkie217 and Miwadake couldn't make it in today. The breeders had their own kids to wrangle."
His voice was warmed up, as if he had been already awake for hours, oh wait, he had been. His voice was clear as I went along my morning routine.
"It is a lovely Tuesday morning, with an expected high of 75 and an audible groan on the lips of all K-12 children, as the new school year starts today. So, in honor of the beginning of the stay at home mom's new found free time, we'll be playing oldies as well as 80s favorites from now until two."
By then, I had finished my regimen of showering, fixing my hair and finding clean clothes to wear. I ended up just wearing stuff from last year. It's not that the new stuff my mom got me wasn't ok, but it wasn't right for the first day. In fact, the only new thing I took with me was an I-pod shuffle Marco gave me for my birthday. As I walked down the street, he crept back into my thoughts, lingering from the shadows of my sub-conscious.
I always thought there was something special about Marco. Ever since I've known him, he's seemed to have a calm head and a pure heart. Even when we were little kids, he was always really bouncy and happy. The memory of our first meeting entered my thoughts and I continued on to school.
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"Gavin! Your lunch is ready!" My mother yelled at the top of her lungs. It was a summer afternoon, and I had watching tv on the couch, bored out of my mind. It was the summer before 2nd grade and I decided, since I really had nothing else to do, to eat outside and maybe think of something. As I was about to finish my sandwich, my attention became focused on something down the street. It was a big white truck, with an orange stripe on it. A dark cloud of black smoke came out of the top and I watched as it slowly rolled down the street until it stopped abruptly at our house. A door opened and two adults and a kid I didn't know came out of it. Nervously, I ran in the house to get my mom. She ran out and began to help them. They ended up laughing and going inside to leave me and the mystery boy outside. I kind of fidgeted as he walked towards me.
He was a little shorter than I was and was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a tank top. He was a little darker than me and had black hair that just reached his neck. His feet were covered by sandals and a White plush power ranger clutched to his chest completed his look. After a short while he reached me and began to speak.
"Hi!" he started, extending his arm for a handshake "I'm Marco. Who are you?"
Instead of responding, I just kind of stared at him, giving him a "yeah, whatever" glance. The silence didn't last long, for he continued.
"Come on, you've got to have a name!" he began once more. He got a thoughtful look on his face and came up with a solution. "I know, since you won't tell me your name… I'll just give you a new one, how about….. I know, Spinner!"
After raising an eyebrow, I finally invited myself into the current conversation. "Why Spinner?"
"I dunno. I couldn't think of anything else."
At this I kind of laughed. Was he serious? Spinner? And although I found it amusing, he seemed to have an adverse reaction to my laughter. His face from a smile to a pout, and I could see a tear forming in his right eye. I quickly stopped and, in an attempt to cheer him up, invited him up to my room. Toy in tow, we ran up to my room.
"Your room is nice" he said as I opened my door "But why don't you have any power rangers stuff?"
"Umm…because they're lame?"
"So not! Come on, they come on in a few minutes. Let's watch!" He remarked and before I had the chance to disagree, the TV had been turned on and I found myself watching- and enjoying- the power rangers.
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It was the first of many things Marco was right about and the beginning of our friendship. But then again, he could convince me to do anything or that his opinion was right. Even when we were little, he seemed to have this power over me. I can't explain it or why it even affects me the way it does , but he just does. It's like, I get an overwhelming urge to make him happy, or protect from harm. Which was the reason I went crazy when he came out.
Most people though I was homophobic (and some still do), but that's not why I was upset at all. Unknown to everyone, I love Marco, and not in the brotherly way. I always have. Ever since we were little I was drawn to him. When I was younger, I just thought he was a super friend and didn't think nothing of it. But the older I got , the harder it was to deny my growing romantic feelings towards him. And after a while, I could deny it no longer: I was in love with him, and always had been. I didn't think I was gay, because no other guy seemed to ever turn my head, but Marco was different. He took care of everyone, and was always there for you. I mean, what's not to love?
The reason I was upset was not because he was gay, but because I'd never made an attempt at him and that he didn't trust me enough to tell me. After everything went down, I was afraid everyone knew the true reason I was upset. So I had to do the one thing I'd never wanted: ostracize him and make him hate me. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but it worked. At least, for awhile. Pretty soon, I just couldn't do it any more. But the day I went to confess everything, in comes Dylan, who unintentionally ruining my plans. I don't really hate him, I was just upset that he was treading on 'my territory'. But even then I couldn't be too upset, because he treated him good, and by the time they were serious, me and Marco had become friends again. So all was well and everything was ok, or at least I thought it was.
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Brrr,Brrr,Brr,Brrr-
The sky was dark that morning, because of all the continuous rain and it became harder to wake up with each hit of my alarm, luckily, the radio came on instead and the DJ said something that caught my attention.
Hello chickadees, This is Miwadake here with some interesting news. Due to the excessive rain, several schools have had to close, the hardest hit school being Degrassi Community School whose roof collapsed and flooded the upstairs classrooms. The damage should be repaired by the following Monday. Now
'no way, you're kidding! Yes!' With the announcement of such good news, I unplugged my clock and tried to sleep in. Ironically, now that I could, my body wouldn't let me sleep and I ended up just lounging most of the day. For a while in the afternoon, the rain had stopped bust just briefly. I ended up just watching spike TV and VH1. By five, the storm had picked up again and was way harder than before. So, imagine my surprise when I found an unexpected guest.
"Marco?" I said in surprise "what are you doing here?... Are you ok?" I asked, although I knew the answer. His eyes were puffy and red and his hair, like the rest of his clothing, was soaked beyond belief. His face was blank as he struggled to say something. He ended up just trying to laugh everything off with a sunny disposition.
"Hey Spin." He started, "Could I please spend the night?" His voice was hoarse and his stomach growled. Spend the night? But where was his stuff he always brought over? Something was very, wrong. He was startled and began to shiver. I pushed his hair away from his face and threw an arm around his shoulders leading him in, a warm smile present on the both of us.
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"Ok, Marco Marc We have chicken soup andwow that's all we have. I'll make some, Is that good?"
He nodded his approval as he sat on my couch.
After letting him in the house, I had him take a shower and change into some of my pjs. He hadn't talked much since he exited the shower, and this worried me. Where was my Marco, who talked a lot, sometimes too much, and always knew ho to make you feel better? If I hadn't known him, I would never guess he could be this….alarming. The soup had finished and I brought over a bowl for each of us. I sat down with him and two TV dinner trays. When I set his down, he let out a sigh of relief, muttering a quiet thank you and taking a spoonful. Finally, I just had to ask him-
"What's wrong Marco? And don't say 'nothing' because I know you too well for you to try to lie." He sighed again, and I pushed back some of his drying hair away from his face. He closed his eyes, sighing once more and began.
"Ok, ok. Well, let's just say that you were wrong to hate Dylan and that I may have the worst judgement in the world" His voice began to crack, but he continued. "This weekend wasn't supposed to be this way! I was going over too Paige's to mend our 'bridge of friendship'. On the way over, she saw me, and we ended up making up on the car ride to her hose. She casually mentioned that Dylan was over and wanted to ask if I had any idea why, because he had kind of been short with her lately. After saying I also had no clue, we arrived at her house. She let me out before parking the car. I ran up to the house and knocked on the door. Dylan answered, but was unusually surprised to see me. And then" he stopped as he began to tear up.
"And then, what? Come on, it's me. There is no need to worry about anything." I said, rubbing his shoulder for reassurance. Inside however, I had never been angrier at anyone in my life. What did he do to hurt Marco so bad? He looked up at me, before sniffling and continued.
"And then Tom came to the door!" by now, he had began to cry completely "but that's now even the worst part. While driving to my house earlier today, Ellie spotted Tom out on a date with a man who's face I couldn't see. Dylan came to the door in the same pants as Tom's date. He apologized but I wasn't having it." His tears subsided and he began to calm down. "The only good thing that happened there was the knowledge that Paige had no idea that this was happening." He ran his fingers through his newly grown out hair and finished "I ended up just running away and just through out the neighborhood, and found myself right in front of your house. I guess I was running to you." He kind of smiled when he said the last part and I just hugged him, not knowing what else to do. He quickly wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck slightly. My heart skipped a beat and as he did this and I stopped myself before I began to try anything. Separating us, I ruffled his hair and brought our foreheads together quickly before we both sat back.
"Well, there's no need to worry about anymore. I officially ban any mention of Dylan from our weekend of fun. We'll umm….have a retro weekend! I still have some old power ranger videos and we can have a fun weekend just like we did as kids."
"Just you and me?" he asked in a hopeful tone of voice. I knew then exactly why he came here. Dylan and I were the two strong males in his life that he depended on. And although I had known him longer, When Dylan assumed the role of 'Boyfriend' he became slightly more important. With him out of the picture, he needed to spend some one-on-one time with me. And at a time like this, I was in no position to turn down such a simple and deep-rooted request.
"Of course! just you and me." I replied. The smile on his face was something I'd remember my whole life. It was a smile of true happiness, one that I had given him.
"Good." He sighed in relief. It was silent for a bit until out of the blue he said-"Thank you, Spin" He had just finished his soup, so absent mindedly I said.
"Your welcome. Besides, no one makes soup from a can like I do."
"No, not that you doof. " He said through a soft chuckle "I mean thanks for being here for me. I'm not sure what I'd do without you. You're the best friend a guy could have."
"Oh. No big. I'm sure you would have done the same for- "
My remark was cut short as something happened. He had, like most times after having soup, fallen asleep. But he had been leaning his arm on the couch, and his body had unexpectedly fallen on top of my torso. He moved his head slightly and his mouth ended up right near my—
'Oh crap!' I thought as I watched this happen. As comfortable as he was, I knew a special 'friend' would ruin this Hallmark moment. Thinking fast, I sat him up and carried him to my room. He doesn't look it, but he's surprisingly light. As I trotted up the stairs, his head rested on my shoulder. I laid him down on my soft bed and went into the closet for the blanket he always slept with. Laying it over his, he sighed contently and cracked a soft smile. I sat down near his forehead and kissed him good night. As I watched him sleep, I gave myself a new purpose. It was now up to me to protect him, and make him smile. And I made it my duty to help him in anyway I can. 'Hmm, just like what he does for me.'
I walked out of the room, and glanced back at him before turning out the light and I knew that for once, I had made a promise I could keep.
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Yay! Another chapter done! Ummm…. Thank you all SOOO much for all of your support and sweet reviews. If not for you, I might have quit the story. And speaking of quitting, I've decided to condemn Catch you Catch me, to the uncompleted fan fiction graveyard. Sorry!
Marco: you wouldn't do that to us would you?
Of course not. I like you all too much.
Spinner: well, that's a relief. Anyway hurry and review, so he will be inspired, and I'll be one step closer to being with my sweet prince.
;; riight. And As a bonus I will comment on all reviews for this chapter ok? So REVIEW! DO IT!
