Haven't had much inspiration lately until the awesome Advocate pictures, so here's the next part, but not the last. Ends badly, but I had to wrap it up. Thanks for all the great reviews thus far!
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No Regrets. Part Seven.
"Mm…" the young Hispanic boy moaned softly. With eyelids still clasped shut, his fingers traveled over the sheets beside himself, surprised at what he found. Or, didn't find.
Marco quickly rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, looking around in a frenzy for the golden haired grade twelve student. The previous night had been kind of a blur to the teen, but he realized by the room he was in that it hadn't been a dream at least. Slowly getting to his feet, he slipped on a loose gray t-shirt from his bag and crept over towards the door. Glancing around the door frame, Marco listened to the somewhat close voices speaking down the hall.
"What on earth were you thinking?!" Paige's face erupted down the empty hallway.
"I really don't need this right now. Marco stayed over, but nothing happened between us," Dylan replied.
"Even if I believe that, what do you think mom and dad will say?" she asked.
"I really don't see any reason why they have to know, Paige," he responded, giving his sister a slightly threatening look.
"I've covered for you way too many times hun," the shorter of the two siblings responded. Dylan just responded with that oh so cute puppy face that broke her within seconds. "…Fine. This is the very last time though Dylan. Mark my words."
Leaning in, he'd kiss her cheek and walk off back down the hall. Marco would quickly pull back and hop into bed just as the hockey star walked back into the room.
"Morning sunshine," Dylan spoke with a smile, walking over to give the sitting Marco a soft kiss on the lips.
"G'morning… I didn't get you trouble did I?" the younger boy asked with a frown. Dylan's attire was very similar to his. Just a plain pair of boxers and a black t-shirt.
"Of course not," he began, noticing the look on Marco's face. "Ah, so you overheard the little convo. Don't worry about it. Paige just doesn't like being told what to do, so I just make it seem like it's her decision not to tell. Speaking of parental units, what'd you tell yours?"
"Um… that I was staying at Jimmy's house for the night. I really didn't like lying to them…" Marco replied with a sigh.
"Well now you don't have to," Dylan spoke, noticing Marco looking down from him. "I mean, they do know you're gay… right?"
"I haven't really… I mean… no," he muttered in response. Dylan would sit down onto the bed, wrapping his arm around his new special friend's shoulder now.
"Oh, Marco… you can't keep it a secret forever. Believe me… I tried," he spoke, trying to console the boy his arm was around.
"I know… it's just hard. I'm afraid they'll disown me or something," he began, speaking in a cautious manner.
"Well, if you can say to yourself that you really believe that they'll disown you, then maybe you shouldn't tell them. Chances are, they probably won't though. My mom got over it pretty quick when I told her, and my dad… well… he's kind of been in denial ever since. It's ok with me though," he'd explain, trying not to push Marco's decision one way or the other. "And it's better that you tell them than if they find out some other way."
Nodding a bit, they made a silent mutual agreement to leave the subject at that. Suddenly the thought occurred to him that maybe they'd call Jimmy's house if they hadn't already. He knew deep down the lies were going to catch up with him one of these days.
"How about we head down to the Dot for some brunch?" Dylan asked with a smile, leaning in for another small innocent kiss. Marco would glance to the clock at this, seeing it read eleven o'clock.
"Sure," he'd reply willingly, feeling his stomach rumble slightly.
They'd quickly get dressed before walking out the door without a single 'goodbye' to whoever was in the house at the time. Things definitely weren't like this in Marco's house. He had to tell his parents exactly where he was going and when he'd be back, but Dylan's parents didn't seem to be home anyway. Plus the taller boy was older than he was, and that was another thing that scared him a bit. Where would they be when Dylan graduated and found some university? Sure he could visit him, especially after he got his license, but the thought of Dylan finding someone else scared him as well.
When they finally did reach the all too familiar little café-like setting, the two boys took a seat in an empty booth across from each other. Feeling a hand taking his own under the table, Marco smiled up to the handsome blonde as a waiter approached.
Dylan would just stick with a cup of coffee, but the Hispanic boy continued to order a plate of pancakes. Neither of them were as interested with their actual orders as they were with the rather cute waiter as he walked off.
"What do you think of him?" Dylan asked with a small grin.
"Easy on the eyes, but he's no Dylan Mikalchuk," Marco replied with a smile.
They'd end up splitting the plate of pancakes, laughing when they both jabbed a fork at the final piece. Much unlike the typical Dylan, he'd let go and allow the younger boy to have it.
"Hey Marco…" began a different voice, "I called your house last night, but your mom said she thought you were over at my house." Jimmy gave him a confused look, and suddenly Marco noticed the other face of Spinner.
"I already told you. Marco came home with Dylan last night," Spinner blurted out.
"Why would he lie about it?" they looked from each other to the pair sitting at the booth.
"I…" the worried boy began.
"…I invited him over to work on a project, like I told you Spinner. Marco's parents barely know me, so he just said he was staying over at your house, Jimmy. We were working well into the night, so he just decided to sleep there," Dylan explained confidently.
"That's bull! I saw the way you two were looking at each other when you came in last night. You two looked like a couple of…" Spinner spoke in a disgusted tone.
"Couple of what?!" the elder of the four blurted out, standing up now out of the booth. He'd glare down to Spinner, making it obviously clear of what would happen if he continued.
Marco's head was spinning out of control now. He knew this was going to happen, and now it was. Knowing just how brutal Spinner could be, he knew that time was the only thing that could make him come to reasoning. Bashing his face in just wouldn't do it. Thus, Marco grabbed Dylan's arm, pulling him back a bit. "Please don't…"
Dylan seemed to back down at the sound of the boy's voice, slowly taking his seat back in the booth as he tried to calm down. Jimmy seemed extremely pleased by this, but was still trying to calm Spinner down a bit.
"Just call your mom Marco. She was really worried last night," Jimmy added before dragging Spinner to a table as far away from them as possible.
Marco really didn't know what to do, and by the look on the blonde's face, neither did Dylan. "My parents are going to kill me… what am I supposed to tell them?" he asked, reaching for the new cell phone in his pocket.
"I recommend the truth," Dylan added, still glaring over at Spinner with a look of pure hatred.
"I suppose you're right," he replied, putting in his phone number. No one appeared to be home after about five rings, so he just left a message saying he was ok and he'd talk to them soon. "Can we get out of here?"
"…Yeah, sure," the taller boy spoke, standing up now. "Where to?"
"Anywhere," Marco replied, getting out of the building as quick as possible. Dylan would just leave what he felt was the right amount, not minding that they hadn't gotten their stuff yet. All the younger teen wanted was to get away. Far, far away.
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No Regrets. Part Seven.
"Mm…" the young Hispanic boy moaned softly. With eyelids still clasped shut, his fingers traveled over the sheets beside himself, surprised at what he found. Or, didn't find.
Marco quickly rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, looking around in a frenzy for the golden haired grade twelve student. The previous night had been kind of a blur to the teen, but he realized by the room he was in that it hadn't been a dream at least. Slowly getting to his feet, he slipped on a loose gray t-shirt from his bag and crept over towards the door. Glancing around the door frame, Marco listened to the somewhat close voices speaking down the hall.
"What on earth were you thinking?!" Paige's face erupted down the empty hallway.
"I really don't need this right now. Marco stayed over, but nothing happened between us," Dylan replied.
"Even if I believe that, what do you think mom and dad will say?" she asked.
"I really don't see any reason why they have to know, Paige," he responded, giving his sister a slightly threatening look.
"I've covered for you way too many times hun," the shorter of the two siblings responded. Dylan just responded with that oh so cute puppy face that broke her within seconds. "…Fine. This is the very last time though Dylan. Mark my words."
Leaning in, he'd kiss her cheek and walk off back down the hall. Marco would quickly pull back and hop into bed just as the hockey star walked back into the room.
"Morning sunshine," Dylan spoke with a smile, walking over to give the sitting Marco a soft kiss on the lips.
"G'morning… I didn't get you trouble did I?" the younger boy asked with a frown. Dylan's attire was very similar to his. Just a plain pair of boxers and a black t-shirt.
"Of course not," he began, noticing the look on Marco's face. "Ah, so you overheard the little convo. Don't worry about it. Paige just doesn't like being told what to do, so I just make it seem like it's her decision not to tell. Speaking of parental units, what'd you tell yours?"
"Um… that I was staying at Jimmy's house for the night. I really didn't like lying to them…" Marco replied with a sigh.
"Well now you don't have to," Dylan spoke, noticing Marco looking down from him. "I mean, they do know you're gay… right?"
"I haven't really… I mean… no," he muttered in response. Dylan would sit down onto the bed, wrapping his arm around his new special friend's shoulder now.
"Oh, Marco… you can't keep it a secret forever. Believe me… I tried," he spoke, trying to console the boy his arm was around.
"I know… it's just hard. I'm afraid they'll disown me or something," he began, speaking in a cautious manner.
"Well, if you can say to yourself that you really believe that they'll disown you, then maybe you shouldn't tell them. Chances are, they probably won't though. My mom got over it pretty quick when I told her, and my dad… well… he's kind of been in denial ever since. It's ok with me though," he'd explain, trying not to push Marco's decision one way or the other. "And it's better that you tell them than if they find out some other way."
Nodding a bit, they made a silent mutual agreement to leave the subject at that. Suddenly the thought occurred to him that maybe they'd call Jimmy's house if they hadn't already. He knew deep down the lies were going to catch up with him one of these days.
"How about we head down to the Dot for some brunch?" Dylan asked with a smile, leaning in for another small innocent kiss. Marco would glance to the clock at this, seeing it read eleven o'clock.
"Sure," he'd reply willingly, feeling his stomach rumble slightly.
They'd quickly get dressed before walking out the door without a single 'goodbye' to whoever was in the house at the time. Things definitely weren't like this in Marco's house. He had to tell his parents exactly where he was going and when he'd be back, but Dylan's parents didn't seem to be home anyway. Plus the taller boy was older than he was, and that was another thing that scared him a bit. Where would they be when Dylan graduated and found some university? Sure he could visit him, especially after he got his license, but the thought of Dylan finding someone else scared him as well.
When they finally did reach the all too familiar little café-like setting, the two boys took a seat in an empty booth across from each other. Feeling a hand taking his own under the table, Marco smiled up to the handsome blonde as a waiter approached.
Dylan would just stick with a cup of coffee, but the Hispanic boy continued to order a plate of pancakes. Neither of them were as interested with their actual orders as they were with the rather cute waiter as he walked off.
"What do you think of him?" Dylan asked with a small grin.
"Easy on the eyes, but he's no Dylan Mikalchuk," Marco replied with a smile.
They'd end up splitting the plate of pancakes, laughing when they both jabbed a fork at the final piece. Much unlike the typical Dylan, he'd let go and allow the younger boy to have it.
"Hey Marco…" began a different voice, "I called your house last night, but your mom said she thought you were over at my house." Jimmy gave him a confused look, and suddenly Marco noticed the other face of Spinner.
"I already told you. Marco came home with Dylan last night," Spinner blurted out.
"Why would he lie about it?" they looked from each other to the pair sitting at the booth.
"I…" the worried boy began.
"…I invited him over to work on a project, like I told you Spinner. Marco's parents barely know me, so he just said he was staying over at your house, Jimmy. We were working well into the night, so he just decided to sleep there," Dylan explained confidently.
"That's bull! I saw the way you two were looking at each other when you came in last night. You two looked like a couple of…" Spinner spoke in a disgusted tone.
"Couple of what?!" the elder of the four blurted out, standing up now out of the booth. He'd glare down to Spinner, making it obviously clear of what would happen if he continued.
Marco's head was spinning out of control now. He knew this was going to happen, and now it was. Knowing just how brutal Spinner could be, he knew that time was the only thing that could make him come to reasoning. Bashing his face in just wouldn't do it. Thus, Marco grabbed Dylan's arm, pulling him back a bit. "Please don't…"
Dylan seemed to back down at the sound of the boy's voice, slowly taking his seat back in the booth as he tried to calm down. Jimmy seemed extremely pleased by this, but was still trying to calm Spinner down a bit.
"Just call your mom Marco. She was really worried last night," Jimmy added before dragging Spinner to a table as far away from them as possible.
Marco really didn't know what to do, and by the look on the blonde's face, neither did Dylan. "My parents are going to kill me… what am I supposed to tell them?" he asked, reaching for the new cell phone in his pocket.
"I recommend the truth," Dylan added, still glaring over at Spinner with a look of pure hatred.
"I suppose you're right," he replied, putting in his phone number. No one appeared to be home after about five rings, so he just left a message saying he was ok and he'd talk to them soon. "Can we get out of here?"
"…Yeah, sure," the taller boy spoke, standing up now. "Where to?"
"Anywhere," Marco replied, getting out of the building as quick as possible. Dylan would just leave what he felt was the right amount, not minding that they hadn't gotten their stuff yet. All the younger teen wanted was to get away. Far, far away.