Title: Forget Me Not
Author: Seasonal Dreamer
Rating: T (just to be consistent :) haha)
Author's Note: Again, I just want to say a BIG THANK YOU to ellielovesdtng for reviewing :) They make me so happy!
"Marco, will you just take your pill!" Paige exclaimed, frustrated.
Stubborn as always, Marco crossed his arms and glared at the offending medication. "No." Sure, his wound was hurting like hell, but he hated pills. Ever since he had to take them nonstop last time he went to the hospital, and even when he was recovering, he had a grudge against them. He simply couldn't swallow them anymore. It was downright impossible.
Paige groaned as loud as she could, falling into the chair beside his hospital bed. "That's it. I'm calling reinforcements." She dialed Dylan's number, who had to leave (however reluctantly) because he had a hockey game that afternoon. Though Paige figured it was over by now.
"Hey sis," Dylan greeted, running a towel through his damp curls to dry it. He had literally just stepped out of the shower and into his former/Marco's bedroom when he heard his cell phone on its last ring.
"Your boyfriend is beyond stubborn," Paige grumbled. Marco smirked.
Dylan chuckled, "Tell me something I don't know." He sat on his bed. "What'd he do?"
"He won't take his medicine and it's driving everyone up the wall!"
Dylan faintly heard Marco remark, "Who exactly is everyone? You're the only one here."
He stifled a laugh and said, "I'll be there in a sec."
Satisfied, Paige ended the call and looked smugly at Marco who heard the entire conversation. He shrugged, but inwardly he was fuming. The Italian knew Dylan could make him do anything, and he really didn't want to take that pill.
When Dylan arrived he stared amusedly at Marco and Paige arguing once more. "What's this I hear about you not taking your medication?"
Paige stopped short and gave him a grateful smile, whereas Marco stared at him defiantly. "I'm not taking it. You can't make me."
Dylan raised an eyebrow and walked towards him. He crawled into his bed and looked at him mischievously. "Is that a challenge?" He leaned down and kissed him seductively(Paige chose this moment to leave the room). "Please?" He breathed against his skin.
Marco looked at him pleadingly, but Dylan held his ground. It took a few more kisses before Marco finally caved. "Fineeeeeee!" he grumbled.
Dylan grinned triumphantly and quickly grabbed the glass of water and pill, holding it out to Marco expectantly. Glowering at the persuasive boy in front of him, Marco took the pill, and after a few tries managed to get it down. The blonde leaned down to kiss him again, but Marco turned his head to the side, giving him a resentful look.
He gave him a crooked smile and kissed his cheek nonetheless. "Thank you," he told Marco sincerely. He ran his fingers through Marco's soft hair lovingly before getting up. And when he turned around, he froze.
No way.
"Marco - honey, get away from there," Dylan called, rolling his eyes and smiling.
Marco looked back at his boyfriend indignantly, arms spread out to the side to keep his balance. "What? I'm fine."
"If you go over I'm leaving you here."
Marco snorted. "That's a lie. You know as well as I do that you'd jump right in after me."
Dylan grinned teasingly. "Wanna bet?"
Marco was balancing on a little curb near the edge of Niagara Falls as they walked. It was far enough away that Dylan was only having a mild heart attack (the authorities obviously wouldn't have made it so it was actually possible for someone to accidentally fall over...plus Dylan would never have let Marco go near it) but close enough that Marco still got a rush. Smiling evilly on the inside, Marco's eyes widened with fake panic and wobbled dangerously.
Dylan's face paled as he sprinted towards him, grabbing his arm. Marco snickered as he stepped down, causing Dylan to glare at him. "That wasn't funny."
"You'd think otherwise if you could've seen you face," Marco grinned.
Dylan stuck out his lower lip, successfully looking hurt. And successfully getting Marco to stand up on his tip-toes and kiss him sweetly. "Forgiven?"
Dylan pretended to look thoughtful. "Maybe...I'm not sure..."
Marco chuckled and gave him a longer, more demanding kiss. "How about now?"
Dylan laced his fingers with Marco's and smiled. "Better."
They walked slowly along the perimeter, enjoying each other's company. It had been a little while since Marco had gotten out of the hospital, and he was ecstatic that he was able to do everything normally again.
To make up for the anniversary that they had missed(ahem. Dylan.), the happy couple traveled to Niagara Falls for the weekend. Neither of them had been since they were really young, and honestly couldn't remember ever going in the first place. Besides, the light show at night was supposed to be beautiful.
Plus, the older boy felt he owed Marco something to make up for how he acted at the hospital. He was a little ashamed, but then again, he had been a little insane as an aftermath of almost losing the younger boy. Dylan had just gotten him back into his life mere days before, and then he shows up and suddenly they have some sort of connection? It drove him beyond crazy, but he had apologized afterwards.
Without warning the entire scene started to flash before his eyes.
No way.
Dylan's mouth was hanging open as he stared at the person in front of him. Fury coursed through him.
No.
Way.
Tim stared back at him, face whiter than a ghost with a mixture of surprise, hurt, anger, and fear as he held a bouquet of flowers.
Marco couldn't see who was there as Dylan was blocking his view, but he was somewhat nervous because Dylan's muscles had tensed.
"Dyl? Who's there?"
"No one," Dylan replied in a harsh tone. His eyes shot 'don't-you-dare-make-a-sound!' daggers at Tim.
Marco rolled his eyes. "Okay, we'll just go with that."
Smirking at Dylan, Tim cleared his throat loudly and announced gently, "How're you feeling Marco?"
"Tim!" Marco exclaimed instantly, surprised but sounding happy. "Oh, I uh...I've been better," he answered honestly, fidgeting a little. He couldn't help but notice how Dylan's jaw had set tightly as he struggled to keep himself from pouncing on the visitor when Marco had cried out Tim's name without a hint of hostility.
"You're body guard's a bit over-protective isn't he?" Tim remarked, pushing past Dylan to sit on the edge of Marco's bed, laying the flowers on Marco's stomach.
"He's just doing his job," Marco replied with a wry smile, giving Dylan the smallest of winks. Marco sniffed the flowers and gave Tim a ghost of a grin. "Sunflowers eh? You still remembered that?"
Tim smiled tranquilly and whispered, "They're your favourite." Just one of the many things Tim had found out about Marco during their coffee-talk sessions.
Dylan, extremely infuriated, went to go stand by the head of Marco's bed, glaring at Tim.
The visitor chose to ignore this. "How've you been lately?" He asked softly, giving Marco a knowing look. He remembered how depressed he had been, and so wanted to hurt Dylan for it.
A connection passed through them as they stared at each other, and Dylan's glare, if possible, grew more intense.
"Better," Marco said slowly, never tearing his eyes from Tim's. Those green eyes looked sadly but acceptingly back at him as Marco's sent him a guilty, yet painfully clear message.
Dylan was lost, and he didn't like it. Tim placed a hand on Marco's knee, causing Dylan to growl a little. Marco glanced sharply at him, before smiling apologetically at his visitor
"I'm glad." But the way he said it made Dylan think he wasn't completely.
They continued to look at each other, having their own silent conversation as Dylan was bristling beside them. He saw the sorrow in both their eyes and he didn't understand it.
Tim stood up suddenly and quickly placed an innocent kiss on Marco's forehead. Dylan's arm flashed out but Marco, as if knowing beforehand that Dylan would react this way, had already grabbed at it and held it back.
Marco gave Tim a bittersweet smile, both of them whispering their goodbyes. He knew he'd never see the younger boy again. It was just too hard for the both of them. They'd disappear from each other's lives, always remembering but never reliving the past or doing more than nod or smile slightly in acknowledgement if they happened to pass each other in the future. Not even that, maybe.
Dylan glowered after him and failed to notice that Marco's eyes began to prick. He was happy and melancholy at the same time. After everything he and Tim had been through, it was finally coming to a close. This was the ending they had both needed. The ending their old friendship had deserved all along.
"So what time does it start?" Marco asked suddenly, interrupting Dylan's thoughts. He was talking about the light show.
"Hm? Oh, I'm guessing, you know...when it gets dark."
Marco snickered. "Oh, well, that's very specific."
"Okay Lieutenant Sarcasm, make your jokes," Dylan rolled his eyes but gave him a smile. But the smile was off. "We can always check back at the hotel."
Marco eyed him curiously. He looked like someone just ran over his dog. "What's with the frown?"
Dylan started and glanced down at his boyfriend, smiling guiltily. "Sorry, spaced out for a second."
Marco decided to let it go. He started bouncing excitedly beside him as they walked, and Dylan found this incredibly adorable. The blonde caught Marco around the waist and kissed him sweetly and lovingly. "I feel like I haven't said this in a while," Dylan whispered, a smile playing at his lips. "But I love you."
Marco smiled as widely as he could, his heart soaring. Because it did feel like Dylan hadn't told him in a long time, especially when he had been gone for so long at school. "I love you too," and kissed him back. They didn't care who saw them, because they felt like they had nothing to fear. Nothing whatsoever.
Marco and Dylan watched in awe as the water continued to fall. Only this time, it was even more spectacular because the colours had finally started to shine. They were magical. Vibrant hues of every colour you could imagine light up the dark sky. They light up the stars, even. Blues, pinks, a mixture of green and yellow, purple...you name it, it was there. Like a rainbow shimmering beneath the powerful, roaring waves. Marco and Dylan's eyes were fixated on sight. They stayed there for a while, just...staring.
People had started to form around them, and for once everyone was too distracted to shoot them disgusted or odd looks. They were, for the moment, just like them. Just visitors witnessing a truly magnificent sight.
Randomly, Marco turned slightly to grin up at his boyfriend and found him smiling warmly back. Without a second's hesitation, Marco wrapped his arms around Dylan's waist, resting his head on his chest. Dylan's strong, muscular arms went around him and he kissed his forehead endearingly.
Words weren't important right now. Neither felt any such need to speak; the gestures were enough. Part of it was because they weren't sure there were any words to describe how they felt, in English or Italian. The other part was they were too absorbed in the Falls.
Both Dylan and Marco loved the water. They could stare at it for days and never get bored. There was just something about it, the way it moved that mesmerized both boys. It could have something to do with how strong it was, how easily it could kill you if it so wished. The sense of dealing with something that was gentle yet rough, and the fact that you had to be careful with it and be always on your guard. Be able to judge whether it was in a good mood or not, because that judgment could cost you your life.
It could also very well be how beautiful it looked. How perfectly blue or sea green it was. It was like a colour you couldn't even describe; it was clear when you separated it, but when in an ocean or sea or whichever, it was a royal or light blue, or a lovely blue-green. Nature, by far, was the pure definition of beauty.
But that's not true, Dylan thought as his gaze turned from the Falls to rest on Marco staring fixatedly at the sight. The light that shined from Marco's face reminded him of the sun. His sun. It finally dawned on him that his sun was finally back at full force. Before, he was sad to admit that Marco was still hurting slightly inside, and it tore right through the older boy to see it. Hell, it damn near drove him to tears, though they never actually showed up. But as he gazed at that perfect face, those deep, wondrously gifted, story-telling eyes and that soft, black hair...he knew that everyone else's idea of beautiful wasn't right. Even his personality was beautiful. His kind, forgiving, loyal, funny, smart, trusting and trustworthy, perseverance personality. Those were many qualities, but they weren't even close to all of them. And the elder boy had no idea how he'd ever be able to fully describe his boyfriend that stood next to him. He wasn't even sure there were actual words that could really do him justice.
Dylan was sure about one thing, thought. Nothing nature could ever create in a thousand years could compare to Marco. In a billion, trillion years. He had been told that no one was perfect, but he suddenly realized that that wasn't true. Perhaps they hadn't lied, technically, and their problem might have just been that they had never met Marco. And the thought saddened Dylan slightly because to not meet such a wonderfully beautiful person was almost a sin. Because he was special. He was perfect.
He was one in a million, and so much more than that.
It suddenly hit Marco, as he stared into the water, that these colourful Falls were a lot like Dylan. Not because of the obvious connection with the blue of the water to the blue of his eyes, because that wasn't the case. Don't even bother to ask why he suddenly made this connection; his train of thought more often than not bounced from one thing to another, usually having no particular relevance to what he had been thinking before. But, in a way, this one sort of made sense, what with who he was standing next to and what he was staring at. But the point that Marco's however crazily hyper mind made, was that each colour that glistened off the endlessly falling water could(though this wasn't really the big thing that struck him) each be connected to a trait. A trait, or feeling rather. Which Dylan had a lot of, of course, no one could argue with him there, and it was one of the reasons Marco loved him; the many levels that he had. But what really hit him was also that each colour was plainly seen. Nothing was hiding it, nothing was pretending to be something it wasn't, nothing was fake. Which, was exactly how Marco figured Dylan saw the world.
People might compliment Marco on his ability to portray things in his eyes(which he still hasn't fully understood), but the younger boy felt the compliments should be directed towards the blonde boy beside him. Dylan's amazing ability to see things that other people couldn't, see people for who they really were, was really where the recognition should go to. He had been the first one to question Marco's sexuality right? Dylan was the first one, on his own, to think that there was something off about Tim right? There were so many things that Dylan saw that eluded him, like he were seeing life through a magnifying glass. Though recently it had seemed like he were blindfolded, but that didn't matter to Marco. Everyone fell off the wagon once in a while, and the point was Dylan was back, hopefully to stay.
And Marco felt like he should tell him this. So he turned to Dylan and opened his mouth, but found Dylan already staring at him, eyes smoldering with some type of emotion that Marco, for once, couldn't describe. As they looked into each other's eyes, the world fell away. Niagara Falls, the crowd of people pushing and shoving past them to get a better view of said Falls all disappeared. Good riddance, too, because looking or noticing anything other than each other, which both thought were perfection, would just be a disappointment.
They turned to face each other, and as everyone looked at the Falls, Dylan pulled Marco close to him and kissed him full on the mouth. The kiss was gloriously sweet and loving, and it was the final clincher to whatever had been missing. It proved to both boys that they'd never feel so strongly towards another human being as long as they lived. That they were, so to speak, a match made in Heaven.
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