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Chapter 2: Waking

Marco sit in his bed with all the lights on, fully awake. There was no way that he could go back to sleep and run the risk of having the dream again. At six o' clock, Marco's alarm went off and he began to get ready for school. Just as he was slipping on his T-shirt, his cell phone rang. Only one person would be calling his cell this early.

Marco picked up the phone. "Hi Dylan," he said endeavoring to make his voice sound cheerful and just a bit teasing.

"Hey sweety," said Dylan in the same teasing tones. This was the manner that they used with each other most often. "Did I wake you?"

"No. You didn't wake me." said Marco remembering his dream.

"Is something wrong?" Marco heard Dylan ask him.

"No. It's nothing," said Marco, "so why are you calling me so early?" he asked letting the pleasant tones creep back into his voice.

"Oh, I just wondered if you wanted to go out tonight," Dylan said.

"Hmmm," said Marco, "I'll have to check my planner and see if I have any other cute boys lined up."

"Marco!" Dylan exclaimed.

"Looks like you the only one," said Marco, "lucky you."

"So what do you want to do tonight on the date," asked Dylan.

"I guess what we did last time," said Marco

"You mean make out in my car for two hours?" now it was Dylan's turn to tease, "sounds great!"

"I meant the movie and stuff," said Marco.

"Oh, that part of the date," teased Dylan, "but isn't dinner and a movie getting a bit old?"

"It'll be fun," said Marco, "look, I have to go to school now Dylan."

"Aww, okay," said Dylan, "pick you up at 7:00 at the usual place?"

"Sure thing," said Marco, "bye, bye."

"Bye", said Dylan.

Marco felt a little guilty as he hung up the phone. He didn't like lying to Dylan, but he didn't exactly want to share his disturbing sex dreams with his boyfriend. Marco went downstairs and tried to get out the door without being noticed.

"Marco," his mother called from the kitchen, "aren't you going to have breakfast?"

"Mama, I can't," said Marco, "I'll be late for school."

"Nonsense," Marco heard his papa bellow, "you come and eat, I drive you to school."

"Your a growing boy," said Marco's mother " and you need your breakfast."

"Mama, I'm really not that hungry," Marco said coming into the kitchen.

"What do you mean you not that hungry?" Marco's father asked, "Do you want to insult your mother's cooking and make her cry? You'll drive us both to an early grave, just see--"

"FINE! I'll eat breakfast, just stop okay?" said Marco. This was how it always was with his parents.