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Marco rushed to pack up his things from his locker, so he could get outside early to meet Dylan.
"Hey, man. Wanna go shoot some hoops?" Jimmy came over to Marco's locker and leaned against the one next to it.
"Uh, sorry man. Gotta take a rain check."
"Darn. I was thinking if I could find Spinner we could practice- no matter, though. I'll go find Haze and ask her to some coffee at the Dot."
"You two got something going on?" Marco grinned sheepishly at Jimmy, who gave him a head shake in return.
"I wish, man. How'd you charm her? I don't get it."
"Man, I'm gay. Of course you don't get it." Jimmy laughed and Marco gave him a quick pat on the back before taking off for the front steps. Marco looked out the window before pushing open the door with butterflies in his stomach. Even though he'd been places with Dylan before it had never been anything formal, and he was so nervous about being alone with Dylan on an official date, at least Marco thought it was a date. He saw Dylan talking to Paige and JT outside, and watched the two of them leave before he went over to Dylan. He ran down the steps, and jumped right in front of Dylan.
"Well hey! I was wondering when you'd show up."
"Me? Miss a chance to get a free ride? Please, Dylan, you know me way better than that."
"Yes, I'm sure I do." Marco found Dylan's arm on his shoulder again and turned bright red. "Oh, sorry." Dylan took his arm off of Marco's shoulder and turned red too. "Okay, so my car is right here. I pulled it up before you came."
"Okay, good. Where are we going?" Dylan smiled as he unlocked the car's doors.
"Get in and you'll find out." On the passenger's seat was an envelope with Marco's name on it. "Open it." Marco looked up at Dylan with an interested look, wondering what was in the envelope. "Go on. It has your name on it for a reason." Marco opened the seal, and in the envelope was two "admit one" tickets.
"What are these for?"
"Flip the ticket over."
"The Toronto Carnival? Oh, Dylan! These are great!"
"Ellie confirmed my suspicions that you liked the carnival. She told me you were a fanatic." Marco, who had been standing outside of the passenger door while opening the envelope, jumped inside and set his backpack behind him.
"These are awesome. Thank you." As Dylan revved up the engine, Marco put his left hand on the rest in-between the two of them. Dylan backed the car out of the parking spot, and noticed where Marco's hand lay. Marco was staring out the window, and Dylan slowly let his hand creep up to where Marco's hand was until their hands were right next to each other. Dylan put his own hand on top of Marco's, taking a chance that he normally wouldn't. But to him, Marco wasn't just a normal person.
Marco gulped as he felt Dylan's hand on his own. At least he thought it was Dylan's hand. And if it wasn't, Marco wouldn't even bother to look because he didn't want the feeling to go away. It was a great feeling; anything about Dylan was a great feeling. Marco, being curious, peered from the corner of his eye to see if Dylan's hand really was on his, and to his delight, it was. Marco looked up at Dylan, and smiled from ear to ear.
"You don't mind? I was scared that you wouldn't like me holding your hand."
"Of course I don't mind, Dylan. Maybe in public we need to cool down, but when I'm alone with you sparks fly, Dylan. I feel as if nothing is going to stop me from doing what I want. I feel.." Marco looked in front of him, seeing some of the light coming from the carnival. Dylan took his hand off of Marco's, using both of them to park the car in the dirt parking lot. He turned off the engine, and faced Marco.
"How do you feel, Marco?"
"Happy." Marco faced Dylan. "I feel as if anything's possible with you. I've never felt this way about anyone before."
"Marco Del Rossi. Are you coming on to me?"
"I think that's for you to decide, Dylan Michlachuck." Dylan and Marco smiled and looked at each other for at least a couple of minutes, each pondering about the other. Dylan broke the silence.
"Come on. Let's go have some fun. Got the tickets?"
"Yessir!" Marco grabbed the envelope with the tickets and got out, seeing something he hadn't noticed before. On the seal was a small red heart, and inside there was more than two tickets. There was a letter. Marco reached to take it out of the envelope when Dylan came over and grabbed it from Marco's hands.
"Come on, slow poke!" Dylan grabbed Marco's arm and dragged him along as his ran to the admittance line. Dylan took the two tickets out of the envelope, dropping the letter on accident. Dylan didn't seem to notice, so Marco bent down to pick it up. It had grown dark, so Marco couldn't see right yet. He stuffed it in his pocket and promised himself he would read it later. When the two were admitted to the carnival, Marco looked around to see what all there was to do. Dylan pointed to a water ride, and Marco almost refused, but when Dylan pleaded he had to give in. What could have he said to those pathetically sad eyes?
"If I get soaked from this thing, it's going to be you're fault," Dylan teased.
"My fault? You're the one who convinced me to get on this thing."
They both sat down on a raft, which was really meant for one but there was so many people the staff was asking for people who would go together as two.
"It'll be a close fit," the attendant informed.
"That's fine with us," Dylan said. He smiled down to Marco who gave him a teasing nudge in the side.
"Alright! Have a fun ride!" The attendant checked the belt once more and gave the raft a push. The ride went over a few water bumps, and then it was pulled up a ramp. From the top, the raft practically plunged at a ninety degree-angle, and Marco could barely hold himself in. When they hit the ground Dylan was laughing at Marco's expression, which changed from frightened to mad after a second.
"Don't laugh. That was not my idea of fun."
"I'm not laughing that you were scared. You're drenched in water. Look." Marco looked down at his shirt, seeing that Dylan was right. His clothes had been covered in chlorine water, and so had Dylan's. Marco began to laugh just as hard as another attendant helped the two out of the raft. They were both dying of laughter when they got out, and they walked over to bench near the cotton candy stand.
"Oh, God. What is wrong with us?" Marco said through laughter.
"Nothing. We're just idiots for going on that ride." Dylan said. He looked over at Marco and noticed that he had been wearing a white shirt, and Dylan could see right through it. He stared at Marco for way too long, and after a couple of minutes of calming himself down Marco looked over at Dylan, seeing him staring at himself.
"Dylan?" Marco waved a hand in front of Dylan's face, "Come to earth, Dylan." Dylan shook himself out of it and saw the cotton candy stand right in front of him. He grabbed Marco's hand and helped him up.
"You hungry? I think that was a little too much excitement for our first ride." Marco looked at his watch and flicked it to get some of the water out.
"It's already 5:30." He looked at Dylan. "I'll have to be back at my house at eight, or my parents will get mad at me for staying out so late on a school night."
"No worries. How about that food?"
"Only if you're buying." Marco smiled, and Dylan smiled back. Dylan touched Marco's cheek, but Marco pulled it down.
"If I knew you were going to do that, I would have rejected the carnival offer and suggested a walk in the park. Remember PDA?"
"It's hard to resist. Sorry."
"In time, Dylan, I'll be ready. Just like the amount of time it took me to tell everyone about myself. It always comes with time."
"But when we're talking about you, after time comes a little push off the edge. And that's what you need. A little push."
"What are you talking about?"
"Like that day you were going on a date with Hazel after the day at the beach. I got so bugged at you. I couldn't believe you were going to make the same mistake with Hazel like you did with Ellie. Well, after what Spinner did and said, you got your push and you told him."
"That's in the past. We can forget about it."
"Well, when it's time for a push, just tell me. I'm always there for you."
"I know you are." Dylan had stood up, and Marco followed him. They both went to a small hamburger stand where Dylan ordered a hamburger and a coke. Marco got a barbeque sandwich with a milkshake. They got it to go and went and sat on a bench at the end of the park where no one was.
"There's a huge smudge of barbeque on your chin," Dylan said in between bites.
"Lord, we don't even have the brains to get napkins."
"Use your shirt. It's not like it doesn't need to be washed after all of that chlorine."
"Shut up! You just want me to lift up my shirt so you can get a cheap thrill!"
"No. That's just a bonus." Dylan laughed and looked at his watch. "It's almost seven. Anything else you want to do before we head back to your house?"
"Uh, why don't you go and shoot some of those baskets? You might be good at hockey, but how well-rounded are you?"
"Oh, more well-rounded than you think, Marco."
"Then prove it. Go on. Shoot."
"Fine then." Dylan took a five dollar bill out of his wallet and gave it to the guy behind the counter.
"Ya gets ten shots," he replied, and stuffed the five in his apron.
"Don't look at me while I'm shooting!" Dylan exclaimed.
"Well why shouldn't I? I thought you were Mr. Allstar."
"Says you." Dylan shot a ball, missing the basket by about an inch.
"Ohhh, Mr. Man, aren't we now?"
"Quit!" Dylan made the next eight baskets he shot, leaving one left.
"Ya knows, if yas gets this ones ya gets an extra tries to gets a bigger prize," the man said.
"The pressure's on, Dylan!" Dylan shot, and the ball made a 'swish' noise as it entered the net.
"Heres the ball for yas." The man made a gesture towards Dylan, but he refused it.
"Don't give it to me, give it to him." He pointed at Marco with a grin.
"What? No way." Marco shook his hand, gesturing that he didn't want it.
"Well, if yes don't want the extra shots." The man turned to put the ball back down, and Dylan looked at Marco as if to say, "Come on, just one shot. For me?" Marco gave him a, "Why should I?" look.
"Please? I really want that stuffed green monkey," Dylan whined.
"Oh, fine. Sir, I'll take the extra shot."
"Okays." The man handed Marco the ball. Marco stepped up, and shot. The ball bounced around the rim, making it hard to tell if it was going in or not. It tipped to go in, and went through the net.
"Ha. Not as bad as you thought I was, huh?"
"No. You proved me wrong."
"Now go and get your monkey. I'll be waiting over there." Marco pointed to a bench a couple of yards away. Dylan nodded, and started speaking to the man at the gift booth. Marco walked over to the bench, and stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets. He found the letter that had been in the envelope, and took it out. He unfolded it, and it was so dark he had to squint to read it. It read:
Dear Marco,
I don't know if you'll even read this, and if you do, I hope you take it the right way. Getting to know you has been a blast, finding another side to you that I've never seen before. I don't know if you would call what we're about to go on a date, but if you do, then we're on the same page. I have never felt about another person the way I do you, and I'd like to be way more than "friends", as I called you in the hallway earlier today. I know that you're not ready to be in something as serious as a relationship, but I've decided to wait until you are ready. You know I'm always there.
At the bottom, "yours truly" had been scratched out, and it now read: Love, Dylan
Marco couldn't let go of the letter. Even though it was dark and he could barely see it, he hoped that he had read it correctly, because it was the best thing he had ever read in his life. And now Marco knew something that he hadn't only a couple of hours before.
"Hey!" Marco heard Dylan's voice, and saw him walking towards himself. Marco stuffed the letter back into his pocket, and stood up. "They didn't have the green ones, so I settled for purple. So are you ready to go home?"
"Uh, Dylan?"
"Yeah?"
"Could we just sit down a minute?"
"Sure." Dylan put the stuffed animal on the bench and sat down next to it. "The sky's really pretty at this time of night, isn't it?"
"I didn't ask you to sit down so we could look at the sky. I have something to tell you."
"And what would that be?" Marco stared directly into Dylan's eyes, which was something he usually tried to avoid because it drove Dylan nuts.
"I think it's time for that push." Dylan smiled, and looked back into Marco's eyes. Dylan moved closer, and put his arm around Marco.
"If you want me to stop, just say."
"Well, if what you're about to do is kiss me, then you don't have to stop."
"That was exactly what I had in mind." Dylan leaned in and Marco soon felt his lips press against his, making Marco feel like the luckiest person on earth. Dylan pulled away, but still kept his arm around Marco. "Was that enough of a push for you?"
"I think that was the perfect push."
But little did Marco and Dylan know that they weren't the only ones at the carnival that night. They were both in for a bigger push than they would ever need. * Don't worry, in the next chapter what Marco was about to say before he was cut off will be solved in chapter three!
Marco rushed to pack up his things from his locker, so he could get outside early to meet Dylan.
"Hey, man. Wanna go shoot some hoops?" Jimmy came over to Marco's locker and leaned against the one next to it.
"Uh, sorry man. Gotta take a rain check."
"Darn. I was thinking if I could find Spinner we could practice- no matter, though. I'll go find Haze and ask her to some coffee at the Dot."
"You two got something going on?" Marco grinned sheepishly at Jimmy, who gave him a head shake in return.
"I wish, man. How'd you charm her? I don't get it."
"Man, I'm gay. Of course you don't get it." Jimmy laughed and Marco gave him a quick pat on the back before taking off for the front steps. Marco looked out the window before pushing open the door with butterflies in his stomach. Even though he'd been places with Dylan before it had never been anything formal, and he was so nervous about being alone with Dylan on an official date, at least Marco thought it was a date. He saw Dylan talking to Paige and JT outside, and watched the two of them leave before he went over to Dylan. He ran down the steps, and jumped right in front of Dylan.
"Well hey! I was wondering when you'd show up."
"Me? Miss a chance to get a free ride? Please, Dylan, you know me way better than that."
"Yes, I'm sure I do." Marco found Dylan's arm on his shoulder again and turned bright red. "Oh, sorry." Dylan took his arm off of Marco's shoulder and turned red too. "Okay, so my car is right here. I pulled it up before you came."
"Okay, good. Where are we going?" Dylan smiled as he unlocked the car's doors.
"Get in and you'll find out." On the passenger's seat was an envelope with Marco's name on it. "Open it." Marco looked up at Dylan with an interested look, wondering what was in the envelope. "Go on. It has your name on it for a reason." Marco opened the seal, and in the envelope was two "admit one" tickets.
"What are these for?"
"Flip the ticket over."
"The Toronto Carnival? Oh, Dylan! These are great!"
"Ellie confirmed my suspicions that you liked the carnival. She told me you were a fanatic." Marco, who had been standing outside of the passenger door while opening the envelope, jumped inside and set his backpack behind him.
"These are awesome. Thank you." As Dylan revved up the engine, Marco put his left hand on the rest in-between the two of them. Dylan backed the car out of the parking spot, and noticed where Marco's hand lay. Marco was staring out the window, and Dylan slowly let his hand creep up to where Marco's hand was until their hands were right next to each other. Dylan put his own hand on top of Marco's, taking a chance that he normally wouldn't. But to him, Marco wasn't just a normal person.
Marco gulped as he felt Dylan's hand on his own. At least he thought it was Dylan's hand. And if it wasn't, Marco wouldn't even bother to look because he didn't want the feeling to go away. It was a great feeling; anything about Dylan was a great feeling. Marco, being curious, peered from the corner of his eye to see if Dylan's hand really was on his, and to his delight, it was. Marco looked up at Dylan, and smiled from ear to ear.
"You don't mind? I was scared that you wouldn't like me holding your hand."
"Of course I don't mind, Dylan. Maybe in public we need to cool down, but when I'm alone with you sparks fly, Dylan. I feel as if nothing is going to stop me from doing what I want. I feel.." Marco looked in front of him, seeing some of the light coming from the carnival. Dylan took his hand off of Marco's, using both of them to park the car in the dirt parking lot. He turned off the engine, and faced Marco.
"How do you feel, Marco?"
"Happy." Marco faced Dylan. "I feel as if anything's possible with you. I've never felt this way about anyone before."
"Marco Del Rossi. Are you coming on to me?"
"I think that's for you to decide, Dylan Michlachuck." Dylan and Marco smiled and looked at each other for at least a couple of minutes, each pondering about the other. Dylan broke the silence.
"Come on. Let's go have some fun. Got the tickets?"
"Yessir!" Marco grabbed the envelope with the tickets and got out, seeing something he hadn't noticed before. On the seal was a small red heart, and inside there was more than two tickets. There was a letter. Marco reached to take it out of the envelope when Dylan came over and grabbed it from Marco's hands.
"Come on, slow poke!" Dylan grabbed Marco's arm and dragged him along as his ran to the admittance line. Dylan took the two tickets out of the envelope, dropping the letter on accident. Dylan didn't seem to notice, so Marco bent down to pick it up. It had grown dark, so Marco couldn't see right yet. He stuffed it in his pocket and promised himself he would read it later. When the two were admitted to the carnival, Marco looked around to see what all there was to do. Dylan pointed to a water ride, and Marco almost refused, but when Dylan pleaded he had to give in. What could have he said to those pathetically sad eyes?
"If I get soaked from this thing, it's going to be you're fault," Dylan teased.
"My fault? You're the one who convinced me to get on this thing."
They both sat down on a raft, which was really meant for one but there was so many people the staff was asking for people who would go together as two.
"It'll be a close fit," the attendant informed.
"That's fine with us," Dylan said. He smiled down to Marco who gave him a teasing nudge in the side.
"Alright! Have a fun ride!" The attendant checked the belt once more and gave the raft a push. The ride went over a few water bumps, and then it was pulled up a ramp. From the top, the raft practically plunged at a ninety degree-angle, and Marco could barely hold himself in. When they hit the ground Dylan was laughing at Marco's expression, which changed from frightened to mad after a second.
"Don't laugh. That was not my idea of fun."
"I'm not laughing that you were scared. You're drenched in water. Look." Marco looked down at his shirt, seeing that Dylan was right. His clothes had been covered in chlorine water, and so had Dylan's. Marco began to laugh just as hard as another attendant helped the two out of the raft. They were both dying of laughter when they got out, and they walked over to bench near the cotton candy stand.
"Oh, God. What is wrong with us?" Marco said through laughter.
"Nothing. We're just idiots for going on that ride." Dylan said. He looked over at Marco and noticed that he had been wearing a white shirt, and Dylan could see right through it. He stared at Marco for way too long, and after a couple of minutes of calming himself down Marco looked over at Dylan, seeing him staring at himself.
"Dylan?" Marco waved a hand in front of Dylan's face, "Come to earth, Dylan." Dylan shook himself out of it and saw the cotton candy stand right in front of him. He grabbed Marco's hand and helped him up.
"You hungry? I think that was a little too much excitement for our first ride." Marco looked at his watch and flicked it to get some of the water out.
"It's already 5:30." He looked at Dylan. "I'll have to be back at my house at eight, or my parents will get mad at me for staying out so late on a school night."
"No worries. How about that food?"
"Only if you're buying." Marco smiled, and Dylan smiled back. Dylan touched Marco's cheek, but Marco pulled it down.
"If I knew you were going to do that, I would have rejected the carnival offer and suggested a walk in the park. Remember PDA?"
"It's hard to resist. Sorry."
"In time, Dylan, I'll be ready. Just like the amount of time it took me to tell everyone about myself. It always comes with time."
"But when we're talking about you, after time comes a little push off the edge. And that's what you need. A little push."
"What are you talking about?"
"Like that day you were going on a date with Hazel after the day at the beach. I got so bugged at you. I couldn't believe you were going to make the same mistake with Hazel like you did with Ellie. Well, after what Spinner did and said, you got your push and you told him."
"That's in the past. We can forget about it."
"Well, when it's time for a push, just tell me. I'm always there for you."
"I know you are." Dylan had stood up, and Marco followed him. They both went to a small hamburger stand where Dylan ordered a hamburger and a coke. Marco got a barbeque sandwich with a milkshake. They got it to go and went and sat on a bench at the end of the park where no one was.
"There's a huge smudge of barbeque on your chin," Dylan said in between bites.
"Lord, we don't even have the brains to get napkins."
"Use your shirt. It's not like it doesn't need to be washed after all of that chlorine."
"Shut up! You just want me to lift up my shirt so you can get a cheap thrill!"
"No. That's just a bonus." Dylan laughed and looked at his watch. "It's almost seven. Anything else you want to do before we head back to your house?"
"Uh, why don't you go and shoot some of those baskets? You might be good at hockey, but how well-rounded are you?"
"Oh, more well-rounded than you think, Marco."
"Then prove it. Go on. Shoot."
"Fine then." Dylan took a five dollar bill out of his wallet and gave it to the guy behind the counter.
"Ya gets ten shots," he replied, and stuffed the five in his apron.
"Don't look at me while I'm shooting!" Dylan exclaimed.
"Well why shouldn't I? I thought you were Mr. Allstar."
"Says you." Dylan shot a ball, missing the basket by about an inch.
"Ohhh, Mr. Man, aren't we now?"
"Quit!" Dylan made the next eight baskets he shot, leaving one left.
"Ya knows, if yas gets this ones ya gets an extra tries to gets a bigger prize," the man said.
"The pressure's on, Dylan!" Dylan shot, and the ball made a 'swish' noise as it entered the net.
"Heres the ball for yas." The man made a gesture towards Dylan, but he refused it.
"Don't give it to me, give it to him." He pointed at Marco with a grin.
"What? No way." Marco shook his hand, gesturing that he didn't want it.
"Well, if yes don't want the extra shots." The man turned to put the ball back down, and Dylan looked at Marco as if to say, "Come on, just one shot. For me?" Marco gave him a, "Why should I?" look.
"Please? I really want that stuffed green monkey," Dylan whined.
"Oh, fine. Sir, I'll take the extra shot."
"Okays." The man handed Marco the ball. Marco stepped up, and shot. The ball bounced around the rim, making it hard to tell if it was going in or not. It tipped to go in, and went through the net.
"Ha. Not as bad as you thought I was, huh?"
"No. You proved me wrong."
"Now go and get your monkey. I'll be waiting over there." Marco pointed to a bench a couple of yards away. Dylan nodded, and started speaking to the man at the gift booth. Marco walked over to the bench, and stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets. He found the letter that had been in the envelope, and took it out. He unfolded it, and it was so dark he had to squint to read it. It read:
Dear Marco,
I don't know if you'll even read this, and if you do, I hope you take it the right way. Getting to know you has been a blast, finding another side to you that I've never seen before. I don't know if you would call what we're about to go on a date, but if you do, then we're on the same page. I have never felt about another person the way I do you, and I'd like to be way more than "friends", as I called you in the hallway earlier today. I know that you're not ready to be in something as serious as a relationship, but I've decided to wait until you are ready. You know I'm always there.
At the bottom, "yours truly" had been scratched out, and it now read: Love, Dylan
Marco couldn't let go of the letter. Even though it was dark and he could barely see it, he hoped that he had read it correctly, because it was the best thing he had ever read in his life. And now Marco knew something that he hadn't only a couple of hours before.
"Hey!" Marco heard Dylan's voice, and saw him walking towards himself. Marco stuffed the letter back into his pocket, and stood up. "They didn't have the green ones, so I settled for purple. So are you ready to go home?"
"Uh, Dylan?"
"Yeah?"
"Could we just sit down a minute?"
"Sure." Dylan put the stuffed animal on the bench and sat down next to it. "The sky's really pretty at this time of night, isn't it?"
"I didn't ask you to sit down so we could look at the sky. I have something to tell you."
"And what would that be?" Marco stared directly into Dylan's eyes, which was something he usually tried to avoid because it drove Dylan nuts.
"I think it's time for that push." Dylan smiled, and looked back into Marco's eyes. Dylan moved closer, and put his arm around Marco.
"If you want me to stop, just say."
"Well, if what you're about to do is kiss me, then you don't have to stop."
"That was exactly what I had in mind." Dylan leaned in and Marco soon felt his lips press against his, making Marco feel like the luckiest person on earth. Dylan pulled away, but still kept his arm around Marco. "Was that enough of a push for you?"
"I think that was the perfect push."
But little did Marco and Dylan know that they weren't the only ones at the carnival that night. They were both in for a bigger push than they would ever need. * Don't worry, in the next chapter what Marco was about to say before he was cut off will be solved in chapter three!
