Thanks to my reviewers! I wish I could thank all of you, but some weird
thing's happening and I can't get to the reviews to find the names.
I live in America, so I believe we are quite a few episodes behind Canada, and we also have them edited. So there most likely will be things in here that contradict with episodes not yet released.
The second chapter won't show up, so just go to the end of the URL and between the just write the number 2.
This is mostly a filler chapter. Rather boring, rather short, but I hope it's okay.
Disclaimer, warnings, etc. in chapter one.
Chapter three; love unto itself
Ellie felt bad. It wasn't just that she'd been rude to Marco, who'd only been trying to help, but because she knew the real reason why, and was afraid to tell him. She was jealous.
She felt as if she had ruined their entire weekend and now Monday morning was dawning and she hadn't heard from him yet. Guilt kept her awake.
Marco always called her everyday on the weekends, and usually during the week, since they were out of school. She dressed carefully, the precision of it calming her somewhat.
A plaid school girl skirt, a thin black long sleeved shirt, an awesome green slashed black vest- it all added up for her normal look. Hair in a ponytail on top of her head, mini braids hanging into her face, a black fake hair scrunchy. It was her normal routine. Smoky eye shadow, thick bracelets to cover her wrists, and a dog collar necklace. She wondered if she would even see him that day.
After walking down the stairs, she glanced around their small house and frowned. Her mother was passed out on the couch again; her dad had left on another one of his missions for work. The sight of her mother so wasted had once caused her to cut herself, but her father had been confident that she could withstand it. She knew she wouldn't be able to for long.
She decided to take a walk. She was tired of being stuck in the house with nothing to do, feeling the force of her father's absence more and more each day. She stepped out her front door. To Marco's, perhaps? Or Ashley's, where she was sure to get some good gossip talk. She decided just to walk- they were in a similar direction.
It was hotter than she had thought it would be, this early in the morning. But the sun was rising steadily and her long sleeves were killing her. She wished for once she could take it off. But of course she couldn't.
She had never shown Marco. Never really talked about it to him. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, that she was afraid of freaking him out. It was more that she felt she didn't have to show them to him- they understood each other with out speech.
The sun was slicing through her hair to her scalp, and it hurt- a lot. Everything was hurting lately. The thought was depressing and she lowered her head, staring at the sidewalk.
Marco was barely awake. He still hadn't quit gotten out of his school schedule, but he had relaxed enough to wake up a little later- later being around eight o'clock. He stumbled from bed and frowned exhaustedly- he had been sleeping badly since his fight with Ellie- if that's what it was. He wasn't sure. He wandered to his window unthinkingly and gazed down from it. To his surprise, Ellie was walking up the street towards his house, looking as if she were thinking hard- so totally out of it she must have wandered here by accident.
Without stopping to think, he rushed down the stairs. No matter that he was wearing only a pair of faded black lounging pants. No matter that his newly grown out hair was messy and his face greasy. He pulled the door open and rushed out. A girl across the street who went to some private school and only came home for the summer was painting her toenails on the porch. She whistled at him. He blushed slightly and rolled his eyes. Apparently, she hadn't gotten the 'Marco is gay' message.
"El," he said breathlessly. She started, stopped short, and stared. He suddenly realized the state of his clothes- or lack thereof.
"Hey," he said awkwardly.
"Um, hey Marco," she said, still staring at him. "Did you just get up?"
"Um, yeah. I saw you out the window and I just- well, you know." Now he was blushing. She blushed slightly too. "So, uh, El. What's been going on?"
"Marco, if you have something you want to ask me, just do it," she said in her normal, no nonsense way.
"Oh. Um, just...are we okay? I mean, if were not talking I'd kinda like to know what I did-"She cut him off with a hug.
"Marco, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act that way. I'm just not ready to talk about it yet, okay?"
"Sure," he said. "But promise me- when you figure it out, when you're ready, talk to me, okay? You would, wouldn't you?"
"Marco-"
"I'm sorry-"
"No," Ellie said softly. "No. I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for putting up with me. You're my best friend." She hugged him again.
He smiled.
"Want to go out and do something?" he asked her, grin still in place.
"You should get dressed first," she pointed out dryly. He grinned widely.
"Oh El- I love you," he said. And she knew exactly what he meant. Friendship was a love unto it's own. She kissed him softly on the forehead.
"How about you come inside and we can watch movies with me until a decent hour of the day?" he asked her with a goofy smile. She grinned widely.
"K. Are you going to get dressed?" she teased him.
"You jerk," he said with a laugh and grabbed her, tucking her to his side and pulling her up the drive. She giggled insanely and ran past him, through the open door and into his living room. He rushed after her.
"Shh! My parents are asleep," he said in a strained whisper- strained because he was giggling as well.
"In that case, you should definitely get dressed," Ellie, said calmly.
"El!" She giggled. "You want to invite Ashley over?" Ellie smiled.
"That'd be great," Ellie said with a big smile. "I haven't seen her all summer."
"We're a week and a half in," Marco said. "It's not been that long." But he was smiling. Ellie grinned.
"Yeah, I'll call her up. Where's your phone?" He picked it up and tossed it to her. "But if she's coming over, you definitely have to put on more clothes. One, your dad might have let slide. But two? Even he couldn't be proud of that." Ellie ducked quickly as he tossed a pillow at her.
I live in America, so I believe we are quite a few episodes behind Canada, and we also have them edited. So there most likely will be things in here that contradict with episodes not yet released.
The second chapter won't show up, so just go to the end of the URL and between the just write the number 2.
This is mostly a filler chapter. Rather boring, rather short, but I hope it's okay.
Disclaimer, warnings, etc. in chapter one.
Chapter three; love unto itself
Ellie felt bad. It wasn't just that she'd been rude to Marco, who'd only been trying to help, but because she knew the real reason why, and was afraid to tell him. She was jealous.
She felt as if she had ruined their entire weekend and now Monday morning was dawning and she hadn't heard from him yet. Guilt kept her awake.
Marco always called her everyday on the weekends, and usually during the week, since they were out of school. She dressed carefully, the precision of it calming her somewhat.
A plaid school girl skirt, a thin black long sleeved shirt, an awesome green slashed black vest- it all added up for her normal look. Hair in a ponytail on top of her head, mini braids hanging into her face, a black fake hair scrunchy. It was her normal routine. Smoky eye shadow, thick bracelets to cover her wrists, and a dog collar necklace. She wondered if she would even see him that day.
After walking down the stairs, she glanced around their small house and frowned. Her mother was passed out on the couch again; her dad had left on another one of his missions for work. The sight of her mother so wasted had once caused her to cut herself, but her father had been confident that she could withstand it. She knew she wouldn't be able to for long.
She decided to take a walk. She was tired of being stuck in the house with nothing to do, feeling the force of her father's absence more and more each day. She stepped out her front door. To Marco's, perhaps? Or Ashley's, where she was sure to get some good gossip talk. She decided just to walk- they were in a similar direction.
It was hotter than she had thought it would be, this early in the morning. But the sun was rising steadily and her long sleeves were killing her. She wished for once she could take it off. But of course she couldn't.
She had never shown Marco. Never really talked about it to him. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, that she was afraid of freaking him out. It was more that she felt she didn't have to show them to him- they understood each other with out speech.
The sun was slicing through her hair to her scalp, and it hurt- a lot. Everything was hurting lately. The thought was depressing and she lowered her head, staring at the sidewalk.
Marco was barely awake. He still hadn't quit gotten out of his school schedule, but he had relaxed enough to wake up a little later- later being around eight o'clock. He stumbled from bed and frowned exhaustedly- he had been sleeping badly since his fight with Ellie- if that's what it was. He wasn't sure. He wandered to his window unthinkingly and gazed down from it. To his surprise, Ellie was walking up the street towards his house, looking as if she were thinking hard- so totally out of it she must have wandered here by accident.
Without stopping to think, he rushed down the stairs. No matter that he was wearing only a pair of faded black lounging pants. No matter that his newly grown out hair was messy and his face greasy. He pulled the door open and rushed out. A girl across the street who went to some private school and only came home for the summer was painting her toenails on the porch. She whistled at him. He blushed slightly and rolled his eyes. Apparently, she hadn't gotten the 'Marco is gay' message.
"El," he said breathlessly. She started, stopped short, and stared. He suddenly realized the state of his clothes- or lack thereof.
"Hey," he said awkwardly.
"Um, hey Marco," she said, still staring at him. "Did you just get up?"
"Um, yeah. I saw you out the window and I just- well, you know." Now he was blushing. She blushed slightly too. "So, uh, El. What's been going on?"
"Marco, if you have something you want to ask me, just do it," she said in her normal, no nonsense way.
"Oh. Um, just...are we okay? I mean, if were not talking I'd kinda like to know what I did-"She cut him off with a hug.
"Marco, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act that way. I'm just not ready to talk about it yet, okay?"
"Sure," he said. "But promise me- when you figure it out, when you're ready, talk to me, okay? You would, wouldn't you?"
"Marco-"
"I'm sorry-"
"No," Ellie said softly. "No. I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for putting up with me. You're my best friend." She hugged him again.
He smiled.
"Want to go out and do something?" he asked her, grin still in place.
"You should get dressed first," she pointed out dryly. He grinned widely.
"Oh El- I love you," he said. And she knew exactly what he meant. Friendship was a love unto it's own. She kissed him softly on the forehead.
"How about you come inside and we can watch movies with me until a decent hour of the day?" he asked her with a goofy smile. She grinned widely.
"K. Are you going to get dressed?" she teased him.
"You jerk," he said with a laugh and grabbed her, tucking her to his side and pulling her up the drive. She giggled insanely and ran past him, through the open door and into his living room. He rushed after her.
"Shh! My parents are asleep," he said in a strained whisper- strained because he was giggling as well.
"In that case, you should definitely get dressed," Ellie, said calmly.
"El!" She giggled. "You want to invite Ashley over?" Ellie smiled.
"That'd be great," Ellie said with a big smile. "I haven't seen her all summer."
"We're a week and a half in," Marco said. "It's not been that long." But he was smiling. Ellie grinned.
"Yeah, I'll call her up. Where's your phone?" He picked it up and tossed it to her. "But if she's coming over, you definitely have to put on more clothes. One, your dad might have let slide. But two? Even he couldn't be proud of that." Ellie ducked quickly as he tossed a pillow at her.