Title: Dreams Date: March 24th 2004 (7.28pm) Summary: Continuation of my first fanfic entitled "Thoughts." Of course, for Degrassi the Next Generation. It involves Spinner and Marco. PG – PG- 13 Inspiration: You guys and gals with your nice reviews! Hehehe. Pairings: Marco/Spinner *slash* Disclaimer: I own none of the "yummy" characters but hey, we can always dream. About the author: Yo! Yo! Like my stuff, hate my stuff, "write" me anyway. My email is as stated in my account information, degrassi_kid_hige@yahoo.ca

DREAMS

Spinner's POV

The week soon drew to an end and I found the calendar reading Friday. I did pretty okay on the math test, and I'm sorry to say this but Marco sure did help.

*tic**tock*tic**tock*tic**tock*

Will school never end! . . . . . . *ring*

That's better. The walk home felt great, it was Friday, I had no homework, my mind was almost completely clear. Jimmy and Marco walked with me of course. We talked about this and that, but I really wasn't paying too much attention. A "yes" here and a "hmmm. . ." there would get me through. My mind was still pondering about the events that had transpired at Jimmy's house. I couldn't explain it, but I can definitely say that I have feelings for Marco. Whether they are plutonic or not, I don't know, but I sure want to know. I stared at him during most of the walk. His hair mingled in the air, his clothes fit the contours of his body perfectly, and his body moved in an elegant and intoxicating manner.

*snap*

"Yo, Spin," Jimmy said, snapping me out of my train of thought. "What?" I said. "We just passed your house." Jimmy stated. "O. . . Okay, ya, see you tomorrow." I replied quickly.

What is happening to me? I can't keep my mind straight anymore. Maybe my mind will be clearer after a nap. I fell into bed and rested on my pillow until I drifted into a deep slumber.

*I was in my room. Sitting in bed, reading. The door knob started to jiggle. I stared at it, as the door pushed open. It was Marco. . . but it didn't make sense. Why was he here? He stepped forward stopping at my bed. His knee touched my bed as he inched closer and closer to me. I dropped what I was reading. His entire figure lay in the space in which my spread out legs formed. We were face to face. His breath tickled my face. I couldn't move, all I could do was stare into his eyes. Then he moved the final inch as our lips locked in a moment of utter ecstasy. I fell back onto the bed into a sweet embrace. I didn't push him away, I didn't want to. . . *

I woke up, back in my room, except Marco wasn't there this time. I felt weird. I looked under the sheets and noticed something quite appauling. . .

To be continued...