Author's Note: I hope this chapter isn't horrible. The first part is a tad dirty, but nothing that bad. ;) There are two exciting chapters coming up, but I need reviews to keep me going with this story!
"Marco, open up!" I heard Alex banging on my bedroom door. I loved Paige & Alex, but this house was starting to become way too crowded. I could never get a moment to myself.
"It's open!" I yelled, from my shower. I was lucky in that the room I had was the only room in the house that had a connecting bathroom. I never let the girls use my bathroom, a fact they did not enjoy. I loved the fact I had my own bathroom, especially when Dylan still lived here. He surprised me many times in the shower, and I vice versa.
Alex knocked on my bathroom door. "Marco, I really need to go."
"Go where?" I asked.
"I need to pee."
"Then go pee." I stated sarcastically.
"Paige is in the hall bathroom, and the downstairs one isn't working."
"Well, you'll just have to wait." I told her. "I'm still taking my shower."
"Marco, come on," Alex told me. "You take forever. Plleeassseee."
"What? I do not take forever." I told her defensively through the bathroom door.
"You do too." Alex started to whine. "You and Dylan would take hours in the bathroom."
I rolled my eyes. Why did she think we took forever? You think with her dirty mind, she'd get it. Seriously. "That was Dylan. He takes forever."
This much was true. I loved the man, but he took forever to get ready sometimes. Yes, I do primp, but nothing compared to Dylan. Sometimes I wonder why he must have every curl on his head in the perfect place. Especially when it usually got messed up that night. I really didn't know what was up with me lately. I couldn't stop thinking dirty thoughts all week. Well, that wasn't exactly true. I did know. I hadn't gotten any in months, but I was still trying to control myself, somewhat. It seemed forever since I had any kind of physical contact.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped around my waist. I exited the bathroom, seeing Alex waiting, squatting on her feet, with her legs crossed. I guess she really did have to go.
"There you go, your majesty," I said, opening the door for her.
"Finally!" Alex exclaimed, running into the bathroom.
I started to get dressed. I started to hear a sound from the bathroom, and I remembered another reason I didn't let Alex use my bathroom. She urinated very loudly. It was amazing, really, for such a petite person.
I pulled on my boxer shorts, and grabbed my blue Italia shirt out of the closet, and pulled it over my head. I pulled my jeans on, as I heard to toilet flush.
Alex then exited, and laid down on my bed, exhaling.
"Don't let that become a habit," I told her, styling my hair in front of the mirror at the dresser. "You could hear your pee from New York, by the way."
"Oh, whatever," Alex said, sitting up. "What's that smell?"
Alex started to sniff like a dog, tracing a scent.
"Um, nothing," I said, very nervously. Oh, crap. I forgot to spray the room with freshener.
Alex looked at me, quite puzzled. "What's with you? Why are you all fidgety?"
"Nothing. I don't knowwhyitsmells," I said extremely fast, and a little high-pitched. Great, that wasn't going to help matters. She was sure to press the issue now.
Alex sniffed the air again, and stood up, walking around the room. "You know, it almost smells like--"
"Like nothing! Smells like nothing. If anything, it smells neutral. A non-scenty scent!"
"No-" She looked around, and then noticed my trash. "Are you sick or something? There's alot of Kleenex in here."
I started to blush like crazy, and sat down on the bed. How do I get myself in these situations?
She smelled the air again, and then looked at the trash, full of used Kleenex. "Ohhhhh..."
"Oh, my." Alex started to giggle. "Told you that you were horny, Del Rossi."
"It's not funny, Alex." I put my head in my hands. "You really don't need to make me more embarrassed than I already am."
"Aw, Marco." Alex sat on the bed, next to me. "You don't need to be embarrassed. How long's it been now? Like, 3 months, or is it more?"
I looked up. "4 months, 3 weeks, and 4 days."
"Wow."
"Since Dylan left, or since..?"
"Both."
"Didn't he leave like at some ungodly hour like, 5 or 6 in the morning."
"Yeah, so."
"Oh." Alex pondered on something for a bit. "You know, I did hear alot of noise coming from upstairs that night."
"Oh, sorry." I looked down, sheepishly. "We sorta never got to sleep."
"Oooh," Alex laughed. "What's the number?"
"Huh?" I asked.
Alex cocked her eyebrow. "How many times?"
"Oh," I said, realizing what she meant. "I'm not going to tell you that."
"Why not?" Alex asked. "I'm not going to tell anyone, I'm just curious."
I sighed. "Look, it was a very emotional and tiring night. I don't see how that's relevant."
I looked at her, and Alex sat there, looking at me. "Uh huh."
"Come on, Alex," I said. "It's hard to say goodbye to someone, especially when you don't know for how long."
"Number, Del Rossi."
Alex could be real stubborn. "Fine," I said, exasperated. "Five." I sat up, heading for the door. "Happy now?"
"Yes, actually."
"I've got to get to class," I told her. "No more of this embarrassing sexy talk."
"Fine," Alex told me. "Oh wait, Paige wanted me to tell you she wants to do a movie marathon tonight if you're interested."
"Sure, cool. Just call my cell. I have class till 5." I told her, exiting my room. I noticed Alex wasn't following me.
"Alex, out."
"But why?" Alex said, looking lovingly at my bed. One might think she was in love with my sheets.
"Because you will mess my sheets up again, and I just washed them. Come on, OUT," I told her pointing out of the room.
"Oh, fine." Alex followed me out of the room. "You're no fun, Del Rossi, not even after your happy time," She pouted, walking down the stairs to Paige's room.
"AHHH!" I jumped into Alex's lap, as a zombie appeared on the TV in the living room. Why did we have to watch a zombie movie, of all things?
Paige had claimed today to be movie night. I figured it would be some romantic comedy night, where we would oogle at the guys. Well, at least I would. Spinner & Jimmy had come over, and Spinner insisted on watching some new zombie movie. Where was Dylan when I need him? I'd much rather be jumping into his lap than Alex's right now.
"It's just a zombie, Marco," Spinner said. "It's not like it's a bee."
"What? Where??" I jumped around, eyeing everywhere.
"Leave him alone, Spin," Jimmy said. "Man, what would you do if this movie was about bee zombies?"
My eyes grew wide. "Don't put ideas like that in my head. I can't stand zombies. But bees are worse. Death machines, that's what they are."
Alex and Paige chuckled.
Why did I agree to watch this? It was going to be a long night.
"Where's Ellie?" Jimmy asked.
"Don't ask," Paige said.
"What? You kick her out or something?"
"For two weeks," I told them.
"Seriously?" Spinner asked.
Blood suddenly splashed on the screen. "Ahhh!" I hugged onto Paige, as I had squeezed myself in between the two of them.
"Oh, God!" Paige screamed.
"What did Ellie do?" Spinner asked us.
"She wouldn't leave Marco alone about Switzie and kept trying to set him up with straight guys," Alex said, eyes glued to the screen.
"Switizie!? You're calling my brother Switzie now?" Paige asked her girlfriend.
"Just trying to put a new spin on things," Alex said.
"Woah, she seriously has been setting you up with straight guys?" Jimmy asked.
"Pretty much," I looked at him. "Anyone. That ugly guy from the Core, guys she thinks are gay but are actually straight."
"Wow." Jimmy said. "So, she won't give up, huh?"
"Nope. She keeps going on and on about how she thinks Dylan is treating me bad and all this crap. Kept bad mouthing him. All the time," I continued. "I told her I needed to get away from her, and she needed to get her head together."
"How long's it been?" Spin asked.
"4 days." Paige said.
Suddenly the music of We Are Family came from Paige's phone. Paige had a very unique taste in ringtones.
"Oh, sorry," Paige said, getting up to go to the kitchen to answer her phone.
I knew it was her parents, so I was much more interested in her phone conversation, as anything to do with her family might have something to do with Dylan. Granted, I talked to him two days ago, but well, any mention of him got my ears perked up. I just wanted him to come home. I kept hoping he would, because I thought the hockey season was ending soon. When I asked Dylan if they were going to let him come home or if they were making him train more, he told me they hadn't told him yet. We both were anxiously waiting to find out.
"Now?" I heard Paige say. I could see Paige sighing.
"Sorry, guys," Paige said, coming back to the living room from the kitchen. "Mom wants me over for dinner , and wouldn't take a raincheck."
"Awww..." The guys pitched in.
"Is everything ok?" I asked her.
"Just fine, hon," Paige said, gathering her purse. "Mom just wants more quality time I think."
"Tell them hi for me, okay?" I told her.
"Sure thing." Paige leaned towards Alex. "I'll call when I'm on my way back. Hopefully this won't take too long."
"Ok, hurry back," Alex said, kissing Paige.
"Bye, guys. Enjoy the movie."
"Hi, Mom," Paige said, entering her house. "I'm here."
"Oh, good, dear," Mrs. Michalchuk said. "Come, come." She motioned for Paige to come into the dining room.
"How come you wanted me to come over?" Paige said. "I was over here for dinner a couple days ago."
"What, I need a reason to see my only daughter now?"
"No, Mom, of course not." Paige hugged her mother. "It just sounded like something was important over the phone."
"We just wanted to see you, Paige," Mr. Michalchuk said. "We don't see you that often."
"Why don't you wash up, dear," Mrs. Michalchuk suggested to Paige. "Dinner should be ready in about 5 minutes."
Paige walked up to the stairs to the bathroom that was between her room and Dylan's old room. As she rinsed her hands, she thought she heard something through the wall.
"peanuts...chocolate...gum...stupid plane...so tired...homesick..."
Huh? Paige thought to herself. Where was that voice coming from?
Paige dried her hands and ventured into the hall. She looked into her room, the guest room, with no luck. Maybe she was imagining things. Or hearing things. Paige was convinced she was going crazy, until she heard the voice again.
"love..."
Paige tried to figure out where the voice was coming from. It seemed to be straight ahead from where she was standing, either the guest bedroom or ...Dylan's old room.
"miss..."
But that was impossible. She had just heard from Dylan a couple days ago.
"you..."
And then she heard the word that made her spine shiver.
"marco.."
Paige's eyes grew wide, and she slowly stepped towards Dylan's closed door. Paige's heart started beating faster as she approached the door knob. She nervously opened the door.
The room was a mess, so it was hard to make out much of anything. But she heard light snoring, coming from the bed. She saw what looked to be someone fully dressed, minus shoes, laying on their stomach on Dylan's old bed. They were covered up, so she couldn't see much. She walked over to the head of the bed, to get a better look. Their head was mostly covered up, but Paige gasped at something appearing out of the covers. A mass of brown curls were peeking out of the sheets, with just about an inch or two of blonde at the roots.
A/N: Sorry if this sucked...
