A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I took so long writing this chapter (and it's not
even that long (!) but I've been kind of down in the dumps lately. And I
also have a small message for Enjeru Kurayamino: You're not exactly giving
me anything to improve on. You just told me that I was a bad writer and
continued on your way. Next time you review on one of my stories, I
suggest you give me some constructive review.
"How do you think? I love the boy!" Dylan hit his head on the back of the wall, putting a hand to his forehead.
"Oh Dylan. I know you do." Paige hugged her brother, when he started to cry again.
"Paige, I have no clue what I would do without him," Dylan said through sobs.
"Its okay, Dylan. Nothing is going to happen to Marco, I know it." The truth was, Paige knew that the chances were something would happen to him. Paige pulled away from Dylan, and looked up at her brother. "I'm going to go downstairs, and ask if the others want to go home, alright? Are you going to be okay?" Dylan turned around to his room, and turned around to face Paige again. He lifted his hand up and scratched his blond curls, thinking about what to do.
"Yeah. I'll be fine. Just call Marco, tell him to go to bed, and I'll see him in the morning."
"Make sure your windows are bolted. I don't want any trouble while mom and dad are in Hawaii."
"Yes, I know what you mean." Dylan turned to get into his bed, not bothering to get changed or brush his teeth; he just wanted to go to bed. But he stopped without even getting anywhere. "Paige?" Paige turned; only two steps down the stairs.
"Yeah?"
"Just call and ask if he's alright. I mean.."
"I know what you mean." Paige smiled, and walked down the rest of the steps. Ellie and the rest were still sitting downstairs, their ice cream melted in the bowls. It was ten-thirty, and Terri and Hazel looked dead. Ashley was leaning against the couch, snoring. Paige gave a laugh, which made Ashley snort loud enough to arouse Terri and Hazel. Hazel started to keel over with laughter, and Terri followed suit. Ellie, who was still wide awake, looked at the four of them in disgust when she heard a knock on the door. Paige and Ellie raced each other for the door, Paige reaching the door handle before Ellie, giving her a small smirk. Paige opened the door to a tired, worried, and confused Marco.
"Thank goodness you're safe!" Paige threw her arms around Marco with a jealous Ellie behind her.
"Yeah, yeah. Where's Dylan?" Marco searched frantically with his eyes for Dylan anywhere around.
"Upstairs, but-" Marco cut her off and ran to the stairs, stopping at the bottom.
He walked up the steps, trying not to wake anyone up. His stomach was churning as he turned the knob to Dylan's door, and opened it. Dylan had been staring at the wall in front of him, trying to stay awake before Marco came.
"Dylan?" Marco had a look of curiosity and concern on his face, and walked toward Dylan's bed. Even though had been crying just seconds before Marco walked through his door, he forced a smile, knowing that he had to be strong in front of Marco.
"Oh, hey Marco." Marco sat down next to Dylan, giving him the once- over.
"Are you alright? I mean, I know that you're not okay, but were you hurt in any way?"
"No, Marco. I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me. I honestly don't know why Paige called you." Marco got up from the bed and watched Dylan in amazement.
"You don't have a single clue why Paige called me? Have you taken a good look at the outside of your house lately, Dylan?"
"Yes, Marco. Stuff like this has happened before. It's not a big deal anymore." Dylan knew what a lie that was, but he also knew that Marco didn't. Dylan didn't want to break down with Marco standing a foot away from him.
"Not a big deal, Dylan? What the hell are you talking about? What about your house? Did you even look at what was written on your door?"
"Marco, it doesn't get to me anymore. It doesn't bother me." Marco stared into Dylan's eyes, trying to scrounge up a clue to what was going on in his mind. Then it hit him.
"Oh, I get it."
"Marco, I'm dead serious. There's nothing to get."
"Dylan you can stop pretending. You don't have to act like that in front of me." Dylan was shocked at how well Marco could read right through him. He got up and walked around his bed until he reached where Marco was standing. All Dylan wanted to do was be held in Marco's arms, but he remembered what he promised him. He had to be strong.
"Marco, why don't we get in my car and let me drive you home? I'm obviously wasting your time when you should be sleeping." Marco couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew that Dylan was putting on some kind of act, but he didn't know why.
"Dylan, I came over here because I wanted to help. But I guess you're too big to get help, right? It's okay for you to come to my aid, but not the other way around? Talk about double standards, Dylan." Marco looked at Dylan once more, and turned around. He shot down the stairs, not giving a damn whether he woke anyone up or not.
A/N: I'm sooo sorry it's short.. But I'm posting a MUCH longer one around next week.. promise! (
"How do you think? I love the boy!" Dylan hit his head on the back of the wall, putting a hand to his forehead.
"Oh Dylan. I know you do." Paige hugged her brother, when he started to cry again.
"Paige, I have no clue what I would do without him," Dylan said through sobs.
"Its okay, Dylan. Nothing is going to happen to Marco, I know it." The truth was, Paige knew that the chances were something would happen to him. Paige pulled away from Dylan, and looked up at her brother. "I'm going to go downstairs, and ask if the others want to go home, alright? Are you going to be okay?" Dylan turned around to his room, and turned around to face Paige again. He lifted his hand up and scratched his blond curls, thinking about what to do.
"Yeah. I'll be fine. Just call Marco, tell him to go to bed, and I'll see him in the morning."
"Make sure your windows are bolted. I don't want any trouble while mom and dad are in Hawaii."
"Yes, I know what you mean." Dylan turned to get into his bed, not bothering to get changed or brush his teeth; he just wanted to go to bed. But he stopped without even getting anywhere. "Paige?" Paige turned; only two steps down the stairs.
"Yeah?"
"Just call and ask if he's alright. I mean.."
"I know what you mean." Paige smiled, and walked down the rest of the steps. Ellie and the rest were still sitting downstairs, their ice cream melted in the bowls. It was ten-thirty, and Terri and Hazel looked dead. Ashley was leaning against the couch, snoring. Paige gave a laugh, which made Ashley snort loud enough to arouse Terri and Hazel. Hazel started to keel over with laughter, and Terri followed suit. Ellie, who was still wide awake, looked at the four of them in disgust when she heard a knock on the door. Paige and Ellie raced each other for the door, Paige reaching the door handle before Ellie, giving her a small smirk. Paige opened the door to a tired, worried, and confused Marco.
"Thank goodness you're safe!" Paige threw her arms around Marco with a jealous Ellie behind her.
"Yeah, yeah. Where's Dylan?" Marco searched frantically with his eyes for Dylan anywhere around.
"Upstairs, but-" Marco cut her off and ran to the stairs, stopping at the bottom.
He walked up the steps, trying not to wake anyone up. His stomach was churning as he turned the knob to Dylan's door, and opened it. Dylan had been staring at the wall in front of him, trying to stay awake before Marco came.
"Dylan?" Marco had a look of curiosity and concern on his face, and walked toward Dylan's bed. Even though had been crying just seconds before Marco walked through his door, he forced a smile, knowing that he had to be strong in front of Marco.
"Oh, hey Marco." Marco sat down next to Dylan, giving him the once- over.
"Are you alright? I mean, I know that you're not okay, but were you hurt in any way?"
"No, Marco. I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me. I honestly don't know why Paige called you." Marco got up from the bed and watched Dylan in amazement.
"You don't have a single clue why Paige called me? Have you taken a good look at the outside of your house lately, Dylan?"
"Yes, Marco. Stuff like this has happened before. It's not a big deal anymore." Dylan knew what a lie that was, but he also knew that Marco didn't. Dylan didn't want to break down with Marco standing a foot away from him.
"Not a big deal, Dylan? What the hell are you talking about? What about your house? Did you even look at what was written on your door?"
"Marco, it doesn't get to me anymore. It doesn't bother me." Marco stared into Dylan's eyes, trying to scrounge up a clue to what was going on in his mind. Then it hit him.
"Oh, I get it."
"Marco, I'm dead serious. There's nothing to get."
"Dylan you can stop pretending. You don't have to act like that in front of me." Dylan was shocked at how well Marco could read right through him. He got up and walked around his bed until he reached where Marco was standing. All Dylan wanted to do was be held in Marco's arms, but he remembered what he promised him. He had to be strong.
"Marco, why don't we get in my car and let me drive you home? I'm obviously wasting your time when you should be sleeping." Marco couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew that Dylan was putting on some kind of act, but he didn't know why.
"Dylan, I came over here because I wanted to help. But I guess you're too big to get help, right? It's okay for you to come to my aid, but not the other way around? Talk about double standards, Dylan." Marco looked at Dylan once more, and turned around. He shot down the stairs, not giving a damn whether he woke anyone up or not.
A/N: I'm sooo sorry it's short.. But I'm posting a MUCH longer one around next week.. promise! (
