AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is the one that you've been waiting for. Marco and Dylan's first date. Of course, since this is a "Degrassi" date something's bound to go wrong. DUM, DUM, DUM. Well…I'll write it later.

I'M KIDDING! Here it is…Marco and Dylan's first date!

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Dylan turned the car off and opened the door and climbed out and walked up the del Rossi's walkway and rang the doorbell.

Inside the house, Marco ran out of his room. His brother, being the jerk he had been since Marco came out to his family, tripped him. "Carlos!" Marco yelled.

Mrs. del Rossi gave Carlos an evil look and opened the door. "Hi, you must be Dylan," she said.

Marco stood up and checked his blue jeans and then looked up into the baby blue eyes of Dylan Michalchuk, he smiled. "Yes ma'am," Dylan replied to her.

Mrs. del Rossi smiled and let him in.

"Mom, don't let the fag in here!" Carlos said.

"CARLOS!" Marco and his mother yelled at him.

Mr. del Rossi smacked him upside the head. "Get to your room," he said.

Carlos walked to his room, muttering something.

"I'm sorry for Carlos," Mrs. del Rossi said.

"It's no big deal," Dylan said. "I'm use to it."

"No, my brother's a jerk," Marco replied. "This is my mom and dad."

Mr. and Mrs. del Rossi nodded. They had taken the news better than anyone else. Of course, they were the only ones in his family who knew, but still, they said that they'd be with him when he decided he wanted to let the rest of the family to know.

"Nice to meet you," Dylan replied.

"We're going to be going now," Marco said.

"Ok," Mrs. del Rossi said. "Have fun."

Marco nodded and he and Dylan left and headed to the mall.

*****

Marco found a seat in the crowded food court and he grabbed a table a few minutes later he looked up as Dylan walked over with the burgers and fries and sat down in front of him.

Marco looked up and noticed some guys who were Grade 12's with Dylan were staring at them. He turned and looked back at Dylan.

"What?" Dylan asked. "Everything ok?" he asked.

Marco shrugged. "It's nothing," he said.

They walked over. "Looky here," one said. "Dylan's got a new boyfriend."

Dylan looked up at him and smiled. "Jealous?" he asked. He put a fry in his mouth.

The boy looked at him. "I'm not a faggot like some people are!" he said.

"Gay or straight, we're people," Dylan said. "The only thing different is I like guys and you like girls." He grinned. "I think."

Marco snapped his head over to Dylan. He hoped that Dylan knew what he was doing. He didn't want to get beat up again like he had once before. That was something he didn't want to go through again.

But the boy just smirked. "Whatever you say, Michalchuk," he said. "See you at hockey?"

"Yeah," Dylan replied.

They turned and left.

"That was about what?" Marco asked.

"We're friends at hockey practice but when we're out in public like this we pretend to hate each other," Dylan said.

"And scare me half to death. I was going to get beat up again."

Dylan looked up at him. "Who beat you up?"

Marco shook his head. "Never mind it was two years ago."

"Why did they beat you up?"

Marco didn't answer.

Dylan nodded. "Because you were gay."

Marco nodded. "Could we please not bring back that painful memory?" he asked.

"Sure," Dylan said.

They finished eating and then they headed to the cinema across the mall.

*****

"You sure this is his?" Carlos' best friend, Steve (AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have no clue who any of Carlos' friends are or "Steve" I just made him up!) asked.

Carlos walked around the car and checked the license plate. He nodded. "This is it," he said. "I memorized the number."

"Ok," Steve said, shrugging. "Just double checking."

Steve looked around and pulled out a can of spray paint. Carlos was the "watch out". Steve shook up the can and sprayed "FAG" across the side. He tossed it to Carlos who went on the other side and wrote "FAIRY" across the other side. He pitched it over the top and Steve caught it and stuffed it into his backpack.

"Next," Carlos said.

Steve pulled out a carton of sour milk. "This was in my brother's fridge," he said. He opened it and dumped it across the windshield. Carlos made a face as it came out in big disgusting clumps.

"That's disgusting!" Carlos replied.

"But it's cool, right?"

Carlos shrugged. He looked up as a police car pulled into the mall's parking lot. "Let's go!" he said.

Steve looked up and then jumped up and took off. "Right behind Carlos!"

*****

"What do you want to see?" Dylan asked Marco who was studying the movie posters on the wall.

"I don't know," he said, shrugging. "I don't know what most of these movies are about."

"This is the one I'm dying to see," Dylan said. He pointed to a movie poster and Marco shrugged. It looked interesting enough.

Dylan paid for his and Marco's ticket and then walked inside the cinema.

*****

"That movie was so stupid," Dylan said.

"Yeah," Marco replied, nodding in agreement.

Dylan looked at his watch. "I better be getting you home," he said.

"Ok," Marco replied.

They walked outside and over to where Dylan parked the car. "What the heck?" he asked, seeing the car. He took off running, Marco was close behind. Dylan looked at it. "Who would do this?" he asked, angrily at Marco as if he had done it himself.

"I-I don't know," Marco said.

Dylan pounded his fist hard onto the roof of the car making Marco jump. He looked at the ground.

This is the perfect first date alright, they were both thinking. Dylan blinked back angry tears.

Marco looked at him. Dylan was standing next to the driver's side and Marco was on the other side. Marco walked around and touched his arm.

"What's going on here?" a police officer asked. He looked at the car.

"Just some jerks—or a jerk—trashed my car!" Dylan said.

The officer walked around it and studied the paint and the soured milk. "I can't report this without some witnesses," the officer said.

"We were in the mall, we didn't see who did it," Dylan said. "We don't know who did."

"I did," an elderly woman leaning on a cane said, walking over.

Marco and Dylan looked up at her. "Ma'am, would you please describe what they looked like?" the officer asked.

The woman nodded and she explained in full detail the two boys. "They must've known which car to vandalize because they walked around it a couple of times," she said. She blinked a couple of times.

"How old would you say the boys were?" the officer asked.

"About these boys' age," she said. "I heard one boy, the one who brought the spray cans and sour milk, call the other one by his name."

"What was his name?" Dylan asked. "We might know them."

"Yeah," Marco said. If not us our friends might, he thought.

"I think it was 'Carlos' or something like that," she said. Marco fell against the car his hand landing on some of the milk clumps, he didn't even acknowledge it.

"Do you know anyone by that name?" the officer asked.

Marco nodded. "My brother," he whispered.

*****

The officer gave the boys a lift back to Marco's house and Dylan said that he could walk home from there. "Alright, good night," the officer said.

"Good night," the teenage boys said, getting out of the car.

The officer drove off and Marco stared at Dylan. "I'm so sorry for my brother," he said.

Dylan shook his head. "He's just scared of people who are different."

Marco shook his head. "No, he's been a jerk since last night."

Dylan looked at Marco. "Some date, huh?" he asked.

Marco looked at him. "Date?" he asked.

Dylan smiled. "If you want to call it that anyway," he said. "I mean, if it's ok with you."

"Yeah, it's fine with me."

Dylan looked up at the del Rossi's house. "Sorry, I didn't get to drive you home myself," he said.

"Yeah," Marco replied. "I thought the officer wouldn't stop talking about his family."

Dylan laughed. "Same here," he replied. Dylan looked back at him. "Well, it's getting kind of late."

"Yeah," Marco replied.

Dylan leaned down and pecked a kiss on Marco's lips and then turned and walked backwards a few steps. "Hope we could do this again sometime," he said. "Without the police."

Marco smiled and nodded. Dylan spun around and walked home. Marco turned to the house and saw Carlos glaring at him through the window. Marco forgot about his and Dylan's first kiss and thought about how much he wanted to get his hands around his brother's neck and FAST!

*****

"How was your—" Mrs. del Rossi asked. She stopped seeing Marco's gaze set on his brother. "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to kill him!" Marco shouted. Mr. del Rossi came out of nowhere and grabbed Marco by the waist and Marco jumped toward Carlos.

"Marco! Calm down!" Mr. del Rossi said.

Marco shook his head. "Carlos ruined mine and Dylan's date!" he shouted.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Carlos said.

"Bull crap!" he yelled. "There was a witness that saw you and one of your friends putting spoiled milk all over Dylan's car and spray painting 'fag' and 'fairy' on the sides!"

"Carlos!" Mrs. del Rossi gasped.

Carlos shook his head. "I didn't do anything," he said, half laughing.

"Carlos, does 'witness' mean anything to you?" Marco asked, as his father calmed him down. "She saw you and whoever vandalizing Dylan's car."

"Carlos, tell the truth," Mrs. del Rossi said.

"Bite me!" Carlos said, he pushed past his mother and went to his room and slammed the door.

Mr. del Rossi let go of Marco and walked down the hall screaming, "Don't talk to your mother like that! CARLOS! OPEN THE DOOR!"

Mrs. del Rossi walked over and hugged Marco. "Are you ok?" she asked.

Marco shrugged. "I don't know, Mom," he said. "But I hope Dylan is."

Marco turned and walked to his bedroom.