Marco and Dylan were snuggling on the couch when Dylan started choking on a popcorn kernel.

"Oh my God! Let me help you. I know the Heimlich." Dylan stood up and let Marco do the maneuver. Popcorn came flying out of his mouth clear across the room.

"Ew, that's nasty," Dylan commented as he picked up the pieces of the newly waxed hard-wood floors.

"That's alright." But, it actually wasn't alright. It kind of took them out of the mood. Why does that always happen to me? Marco thought.

Before they knew it, the movie was over. They found themselves holding each other really close. The funny thing is that they never remember putting their arms around each other. Marco took Dylan by the hand and brought him upstairs into his room. Marco put on some light music, lit some candles, and turned the lights out.

"Your room is really clean, and I put an emphasis on clean," Dylan said. He just couldn't stop loving his room. He didn't notice it the first time he was in there. It had a lovely shade of blue on the walls with beautiful furniture arranged in a great way.

"Yeah, thanks. I took interior designing class last year and totally redecorated my room. I had to work all summer to get enough money to pay for everything." Marco said that in a cool, casual manner, like he was the king of the world, but didn't want anyone to know.

"Ooh, a working man. I like them. I find a guy with a job shows a lot of good qualities." Marco totally blushed by Dylan's flattering remark. Marco was smart though. He didn't know if Dylan was just saying that to have sex with him or he really did mean it.

"Really. Well, isn't that interesting because I find guys with their own cars shows that they can handle many things." Marco just felt like he had to say something back.

"Oh yeah? Why is that?"

"I, uh, it shows that they can handle money well." Oh man Marco, he thought to himself, that was horrible.

"Oh, I see," Dylan said. Dylan was sitting on Marco's bed while Marco walked around his room in a nervous manner. Dylan moved to the side so he can drop the hint of what he wanted to do. Marco reluctantly sat down next to Dylan. Dylan touched Marco's knee. Marco stared at it for a little while. Why does this feel so, well, wrong?, he thought. He figured he better say something before Dylan gets too, for lack of a better word, wild.

"Listen, Dylan, honey." Did I just call him honey again? "I don't feel we are right for each other."

"What? What are you talking about? Of course we are."

Marco knew he should have thought this over a little more before he said anything. "Well, I don't think we're right for each other."

"Why not? Oh my God, don't tell me you're not…"

"Of course I am, Dylan. Duh. But, shouldn't it be easier to, get intimate, with you if I really did like you? I mean, you're totally cool and you'd be a great friend or big brother even, but I just don't think we should be together like this."

"But, WHY? You still really haven't answered that for me."

"Well, to start with the age difference kind of freaks me out. If you were in grade eleven it wouldn't be that hard."

"Yeah, go on. I want more reasons."

"Look I just don't think we should be together." Marco raised his voice at Dylan. "It just feels wrong doing stuff like that with you."

Dylan got just as loud. "Oh yeah, well good luck finding a boyfriend around here at your age. All the gays are my age or higher."

They started screaming at each other, red in their faces. "You know, all you can do is realize how lucky you are. And I'll admit you are. But you can't make me feel better, can you?"

"What? I…" Marco ran out of the room, downstairs, and out the door.

Dylan chased after Marco with his car. When Dylan finally caught up, he rolled down the power window.

"Listen, Marco, I'm sorry for what I did." Marco wouldn't speak to him for awhile. Marco eventually turned his head and spoke.

"Do you even know what you did?" Dylan blankly stared at him. "You kept pressuring me and taking advantage of me. All you want to do with me is have sex! I honestly don't even know why you just want to have it. Probably because you just want a history so you can brag to older guys that you've gotten laid."

"What?" Dylan was outraged. "That's so not true. I really do like you and I wasn't pressuring you or taking advantage of you."

"Yes you were," Marco shouted back. "You were pressuring me to do it with you and you were taking advantaged my age and desperateness. Now if you will just leave me alone, okay? I don't ever want to speak to you again." Marco began crying.

"Fine. Have it your way. You'll come crawling back to me anyway."

Marco was three miles away from his house. It was after midnight. He was scared. He didn't want a repeat of what happened last month. He was almost home.

"Hey, fag." A voice came from the bushes.