Electron + Proton = Attraction

Author: degrassi

Type: Slash. M/M.

Pairing: Marco Del Rossi/Craig Manning.

Rating: PG-13.

Genre: Angst/Romance/Drama.
Characters: Are in tenth grade. Emma & Co. a year behind.

Chapter: Good God, has it been a long time. Has anyone else been watching the beginning of season 3? Well it gave me some interesting new ideas for this fanfic, since I'm going to obviously piece everything in. Major twists to follow. Enjoy, guys. Oh and P.S.: Joey and Caitlin forever. HEH.

IX. More Secrets and Lies

The dark haired boy grimaced in his perplexity, under the watchful dark eyes of his lengthy haired friend. How could he tell him that he might be attracted to him? Marco del Rossi. His fellow band member. The one he always was joking around with. The mind of a teenager could be a very dangerous thing. Another realization of his made Craig internally wince.

What about….

Ashley.

"Attracted to…."

Ashley.

"Attracted to playing the guitar?" He finished off coolly, managing to smile slyly.

Marco gave him an eccentric stare, seeming taken back by the poorly formed question, shaking his bangs out of his eyes, he gave a wile laugh. Hands against his hips, he shrugged his shoulders. "I know how to play the piano, as well. Since my mother is a teacher. I grew up with that first hand. But my brother, Carlos, started to get into the guitar. I found it to be pretty cool. I wanted to try it too. I managed to convince my parents, but mom was a bit disappointed."

Truth being, the answer to his fake question didn't interest Craig at all. Just talk to him. He could probably help you out. He mentally scolded himself, running a hand through his hair. He didn't want Marco to misinterpret his words, either. He didn't want the boy to feel like Craig was insulting him.

"Hey, but it's awesome that you chose to do your own thing. Which reminds me. Do you want to call a rehearsal tonight?" He asked, making a motion towards the back of the house.

"You sure you're up to that?" Marco retorted, brows creasing in visible concern.

"Yeah, I could use it. I've always been working on some lyrics."

A smile lit Marco's face, and he nodded. "Sounds great, man. You going to invite Ash' to sit in?"

Craig swallowed a sigh. "Yep. She usually does call in to see if we're rehearsing, anyway."

"Great. So listen, I need to get going." Marco politely picked up his half empty soda can from the coffee table, briefly disappearing into the kitchen, to throw it out.

What am I going to do? I can't do this to Ashley. I can't tell her this. She's…. she's everything. If I tell her I might be interested in a boy, it would break her. I still feel terrible for keeping this from her. After all, I've sorta came to terms with the fact that I like him.

That sounds so strange.

I love Ashley, right? No. I don't. Well, I love her as a friend. In.. ways that are not romantic.

"Later Marco." Craig stated blindly, his thoughts briefly fading from his mind. "Oh, call Jimmy and Spin. Tell 'em to try and get here at six." The Italian boy nodded from the doorway, half-waving before he stepped out of the front door.

As soon as he heard the door shut, Craig collapsed on the couch, and let the heavy sigh out through his mouth that had been bottling up.

"This really sucks," he begun aloud. "What am I supposed to do? I'm lying to both of them. If I keep up this game with Ashley, she'll think that I'm using her. God. Maybe it'll just all go away. Like stupid crushes do." He raised his arms above his head, shaking out his hands, and cracking his knuckles.

What if it doesn't. You've been feeling something ever since that night… he took you in…

He cleared his throat, hoisting himself up from the living room couch. Turning on heel, he headed back up to the second floor, towards his bedroom. His main intent, being to call Ashley, to ask her to come by at around seven. After they had at least an hour to warm up.

Staring with vacant eyes at the phone resting on his nightstand, he reached over for it, hesitated for a moment, before deciding against calling right now. Instead, he settled down at his desk, placed a pencil between his teeth, and turned on his radio. He was going to try and write the rest of his lyrics for at least an hour.

He needed to stop thinking about Marco. And Ashley.

All together.

For one hour.

[It's like a bad movie
She is lookin' through me
If you were me, then you'd be
Screamin' "Someone shoot me!"
As I fail miserably,
Tryin' to get the girl all the bad guys want.
She's the girl all the bad guys want!]