A/N: Okay, I lied. This one is short, but I wrote it last night and I felt like publishing it as a separate chapter. So, you'll be getting a longer one NEXT time. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I felt I needed one this time, because I added a character. I own Carla, Marco's little sister. I don't own anything else. no suing please.

Dylan sat in his room with tears running down his face. He leaned in close to his bedroom window, which looked out onto the sidewalk. He saw Marco running down it, and Dylan watched until he disappeared. He hit his head on the window and fell onto the bed, his back staring his quilt in the face.
"Dylan Allen Michalchuck!" Paige stormed in on Dylan's room, slamming the door behind her. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Paige, please don't start."
"The hell I won't! Dylan, why did you let Marco just walk out of here? He was furious!"
"I made a stupid mistake. I'll apologize in the morning."
"What if he isn't there in the morning? What if he's gone? And if he even does show up tomorrow, who says he's going to forgive you? Whatever you did Dylan, you messed up. BIG TIME!" Paige fumbled with the door knob for a second, and when she got the door open, stomped all the way to her room, two doors down from Dylan's.
Dylan rolled over and stuffed his face into his pillow, and cried himself to sleep.

Marco had calmed down by the time he reached his house. He dropped his house key on the table by the door, and closed it quietly. His mother and father were curled up on the sofa in the living room, having obviously been waiting for Marco to get home. He walked over and kissed his mother and father's foreheads, his lips still salty from the tears that had been continuously running down his face ever since he left Dylan in his room.
Marco walked down the hallway, where his bedroom was. His little sister, Carla, had a room right across from him. His brother, Carlos, had a bedroom right next to his parents'. Marco opened his door and quickly turned to shut it, being quiet not to wake his sister, who was a light sleeper.
"Think you'd get away with it, huh?" Marco jumped, and turned to the direction of his bed, where Carla was sitting.
"Carla, what in the world are you doing up?" Marco carefully turned to wipe the remaining tears from his face with his jacket.
"Don't even go there. I know EVERYTHING." Marco turned to his sister and gave her a glare that only could work on her.
"Know what?" Marco hissed.
"About you. About what happened last week. And about Dylan." Marco's eyes grew wide, and stared at his sister. She had such an innocent look on her face, and it didn't help that she had little bunnies and rainbows on her pajamas.
"What about me? And what about Dy- Dyl-" Marco started to choke, not being able to say his name. His heart ached to say it, but if he didn't, his sister might find out something that she really didn't know about. "Dylan?"
"I'm not blind, big brother. And I'm not stupid. I know you're gay, Marco." Marco stared into his sister's eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were forming in his own.
"W-W-What?" Marco sat down on the bed next to his sister, gaping at her in disbelief. Carla just stared at Marco, nodding in reply. "Don't just nod, say something!" Marco yelled at his sister with rage.
"Just sit down, Marco. Just because I know, it's not the end of the world."
"D- Do mom and dad know?"
"No! I would NEVER tell them anything like that."
"How do you know?"
"Thin walls. Good ears. And sisterly instinct. You have got to be quieter when you talk to Ellie. Only lord knows how many times I have stopped mom and dad from walking in on you when you're talking to her. If it weren't for me, they would have found out a long time ago."
"And you're cool with it?"
"Duh! Marco, you can't help who you love. I wouldn't give a shit if you were in love with a monkey, as long as you were happy." Carla smiled at her older brother, who was in a state of shock that his thirteen-year- old sister had just cussed in front of him.
"What did you say about Dyl-D-" Marco sighed, still not being able to say the name that pierced his ears. "Him?"
"I don't know much, but from what I gather, you freakin' love this kid." Marco blushed, liking the sound of what his sister just said. "And, yes, I know what happened to you last week. Being 'swarmed for your shoes' must be the lamest excuse you could ever come up with." All Marco could do was smile at his sister, relieved that somebody in his family actually got him. She really understood.
"You better get to bed, Carly." His sister scowled at him for calling her an old pet name. Marco laughed at her expression, as she crossed her arms and glared at him. "Come 'ere." Carla crawled over to her brother, hugging him tight.
"So I was right, huh?" Carla pulled away from her brother to speak to him.
"Right about what?" Marco looked at his sister suspiciously.
"You really do like this Dylan guy, don't ya?" Marco blushed again, even worse than before.
"Ya, I really do." Marco smiled, and lay down on his pillow. Carla kissed him on the cheek, and crossed over to the door.
"Night 'bro."

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