Electron + Proton = Attraction

Author: degrassi

Type: Slash. M/M.

Pairing: Marco Del Rossi/Craig Manning.

Rating: PG-13.

Genre: Angst/Romance/Drama.
Characters: Are in tenth grade. Emma & Co. a year behind.

Plot: Craig has had a rough past. After a childhood bruise re-kindles within Craig, he panics and runs to the nearest person possible. His companion; Marco. After Marco lets Craig stay with him a few days, and things are back to normal at home -- Craig begins to feel & act strangely. The two are hiding more then they bargained for from each other.

Prologue - Chemistry Notes

Craig's POV

[How much interaction & understanding of a certain person is required to raise the confusion of Craig Manning from 'just a friendship' to a possible 'something beyond friendship'?]

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How do you know what an attraction is? People should wear warning labels. At least that's what -I- think. If -he- just wore one, I wouldn't be in this mess. I could blame him for this, but I can't. These are my thoughts, my fears, and my concerns. How do you know if you're attracted to somebody of the same gender? How do you know if you're attracted to a goody-goody? The nagging voice in the back of your head that reminds you that taking a hazardous risk is bad for you? It was just something that came out of the blue. Something, that caused my stomach to turn, and my thoughts to focus on things that I never thought existed.

However.. I'm not drawn to any other boys, except for him. I haven't been seriously into a girl since I rejected Manny. It wasn't because I didn't like her… it was just something different. I've been indifferent to them, girls I mean, and that scares me. Especially when I'm starting to see one of my friends in a different light. Could I possible be bisexual? No, no, no! Of course not. I do not like boys! This is just some stupid phase!

I refuse to acknowledge the tingling sensation he provokes throughout my senses when he laughs. When I see him smile, I want to capture the moment, freeze it in time with a simple black and white photograph. Then I find myself daydreaming about what would happen if I did take his picture. I'd stare at it, and curse at it. Marco Del Rossi is my friend. Just my locker partner. Just my Chemistry partner. (At least during lab days). Just the voice of reason behind us all.

. .I'm supposed to be doing my class work, not focus on him. I see him, though. He's sitting towards the front, with his head bowed. His finger is tracing something in the Chemistry review book. I have a good view of the left side of his profile. His features look thoughtful.

...I don't know, maybe I'm just curious.

[I was just guessing, numbers and figures. .

q = (10.35g)(0.8561K/gk)(321-56.4C)

Pulling your puzzles apart. Questions of science. Science and progress. Do not speak as loud as my heart.]

Why couldn't I feel this way towards Emma? Ashley? Manny? Even Paige? A girl. Not a boy. It just causes so much more drama. Society says they accept it, but the instant you turn your back -- they wrinkle their noses in disgust, and kick you right in the rear end. You know who your real friends are, though. The pro side to this all, is your real friends will stick by you no matter what you're feeling. The type that will talk with you, after you tell them you think you're bisexual.

[Chain reaction. A Chemical or nuclear reaction in which one step supplies energy or reactants for the next step.

Bond energy. The energy needed to break a chemical bond.]

"Pardon me, Mister Manning?" A soft voice, thick with amusement cut into my thoughts. Defensively, I shut my notebook, placing my pen down and looked up into the eyes of Ms. Hotzilakos. I perked my brows, trying to pretend I was focused on the lesson, rather then trying to sort out my perplexity.

"Yes, Ms. Hotzilakos?" I replied calmly.

"Can you kindly give me the formula for Heat of Vaporization?"

I perk an eyebrow, and tilt my head, passing off a smirk, honey-slow. Trying to play it cool. It had to be part of the problem that I had scribbled down earlier, right? I swallowed, shaking the dark hair out of my eyes. I feel the eyes of my classmates resting on me, still I say nothing. Better to face the music, then to make a complete idiot out of yourself. I look down at my desk, entwining my pen within my fingers.

"I suggest you begin to pay attention, Mr. Manning."

She tapped her pen against her desk, flicking a loose strand of blonde out of her face.

I sighed, just wanting this class to be over.

I suppose I should explain what happened. What brought me to this point..

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