Okay, I hope that none of my people are to out of character, I worry in particular about Ellie. I'm also worried about making Dylan to perfect.

Chapter 4: Dating

Marco had a Dance Committee meeting after school, so he didn't have time to catch a nap before his date with Dylan.

"Well," he admitted to himself, "you might have had time for a nap if you hadn't spent an hour and a half getting ready."

On his way out, Marco had to explain to his parents where he was going looking so nice. He made up a lame excuse about going out with friends. Before Marco had figured out that he was gay, he hardly ever told a lie. Now he felt like an old pro at lying. At least he no longer needed to lie to his friends, just his family.

Because of Marco's parents, he and Dylan had to sneak around a good deal in order to see each other. Sometimes they would meet at a friends house. Sometimes Marco would drive his parent's car (he was still saving up for his own) to wherever they were going. Once or twice Dylan had even picked him up at his house as a "friend". Sometimes Dylan would get impatient with this, but mostly he had been very understanding.

Most often though, Marco would walk to a little coffee shop and sip lattes while he waited for Dylan. This was the plan for that night. Dylan arrived at a little past seven, late as usual. He spotted Marco.

"Hey Marco," he said smiling.

"Hey honey," said Marco smiling back at him. Somehow just seeing Dylan always made him feel good.

"Having your usual?" Dylan asked looking into Marco's cup, "Ooh, no, you're drinking the hard stuff tonight."

"I was sleepy," said Marco, "I needed coffee." That was true enough.

"Sleepy?" asked Dylan, "What? Been up thinking of me all night?"

"You wish," Marco replied, "I'm done here," he continued, "so let's get going."

No matter how their dates started, they inevitably ended with the two of them making out in Dylan's car. This time, though, Marco pulled away after a few minutes.

"What?" asked Dylan, "You don't want to go home already?"

"Yeah, actually I'm kind of tired." said Marco.

"Oh and I suppose you have a headache too?" said Dylan half teasingly and half angrily.

Marco was suddenly angry. "Look Dylan," he said "maybe I don't always feel like being your little cheerful ready-to-please boy toy."

"I never asked you to..." began Dylan.

"You don't even know what I've been going through..." Marco stopped himself.

"What have you been going through?" Dylan's voice was now much softer.

"I-I just," Marco hesitated.

"You know that you can tell me anything," said Dylan "is it your parents?"

"It's just that I've been having these dreams lately..." and Marco told Dylan all about his dreams, by the time he was finished, he was in tears.

"Come here," said Dylan gently holding out his arms.

Marco allowed those arms to wrap around him and he cried on Dylan's shoulder.

"Shhh..." said Dylan lightly stroking Marco's hair, "it's going to be alright." Marco allowed himself to be comforted.

I hope that wasn't to, I don't know, corny. I'm having trouble with the flow of this story.