A/N: Well, I have now decided to give you SMALL chapters almost every day instead of making you wait and giving you one LARGE chapter. So, here's the next one!

Dylan woke up the next morning with a huge headache, his pillow still wet from the crying he had been doing the previous night. He sat up in his bed, trying to remember the events that had taken place. He remembered Paige coming and yelling at him about something. but he couldn't think why. Then it hit him.
"SHIT!" Dylan hit the side of the bed with his hand, making a loud pounding noise. He put his hand to his forehead and fell back.
"Dylan? What's wrong?" Paige came hurtling into Dylan's room, her hair going every which way and her pajamas wrinkled.
"I screwed up, didn't I? Marco hates me, doesn't he?" Paige walked over to her brother and sat down on the bed, shaking her head.
"No, Dylan. No you didn't. And he doesn't." She held out her arms, but Dylan stood his ground.
"Don't lie to me Paige! TELL ME WHAT MARCO SAID!" Dylan stood up and put his hand on the wall, only to fall back down on the bed. "Please, Paige. If I cry anymore, I might dehydrate." Paige gave a weak laugh, wrapping her arms around her brother. Dylan embraced her back, crying into her right shoulder. He pulled back and faced her. Paige sniffed, wiping away the lone tear that flowed down her cheek.
"Well, he didn't really say anything. He ran down the stairs, took his coat off the rack, turned to me and Ellie, and slammed the door behind him when he walked out. He didn't say a word."
"But- but- he must have said something." Paige shook her head, giving her brother a sympathetic look. "This is SO SCREWED UP!!"
"I know Dylan, but it will all pass. Really."
"Paige, I thought I had everything. I mean, school was great, hockey was awesome, and I wasn't hiding anymore."
"And.?"
"But, Paige, when I first met Marco- at the beach- I just looked into his eyes and. knew. I knew right then that without him, my life would be incomplete. I mean, I know that sounds really stupid, but it really was love at first sight. I love him, Paige."
"Don't tell me. Tell him."
"Paige, he hates me. When am I supposed to tell him?"
"At school, duh. He can't escape you there." Dylan smiled, but couldn't submerge a laugh. "I have to get dressed. I look like a slob."
"That makes two of us." He laughed, at a loss for words.
"A brother with a sense of style. Who could ask for more?"
"Get out!" Dylan said playfully, picking up a pair of jeans that littered the floor and threw them at her. He sat back down on his bed, and stared at his phone. His gaze lingered on it as his mind recited Marco's number. He looked over at a picture next to the phone. It was of Paige and Spinner, Hazel and Jimmy, and he and Marco. Ellie had fought not to be in the picture, much to Paige's resent. Dylan smiled, thinking of the picture as foreshadowing. Paige and Spinner were already a couple, Hazel and Jimmy were just waiting to happen, and he and Marco..
"Come on! We're going to be late!" Paige poked her head into the doorway, her hair just right, her makeup done to perfection, and her clothes nicely ironed. Dylan stared at her, bewildered at how she did it all. Paige shook her head, knowing exactly what was going on through her brother's mind. She carefully stepped over the clothes spread throughout the room, and picked up a folded red sweater off the top of the dresser. She rounded up a brush under the various pairs socks, and threw the sweater and brush at her brother. "Put it on. Brush your hair. And grab your keys. We have to GO!"
"Yes, master." He smiled as he pulled the sweater on and started to run the brush through his hair, and as he picked up his keys from the hook on the wall, he caught a glimpse of the picture. His eyes focused in on Marco's shining face, and Dylan's smile faded away. "I'm sorry," Dylan whispered, as if Marco could actually hear him.
"I gathered." Marco's familiar voice came behind Dylan. Dylan spun around to see Marco's shining face looking up to his. Paige stood leaning against the wall, giving Dylan a small wink. She turned and walked down the stairs, leaving the two boys alone.

A/N: Cliff-hanger, huh? Ha ha. Okay, keep the reviews coming!!