Ok, I know everyone loves Dylan, so do I. But for this story to work I had to put Aiden in it. Don't worry though! Dylan does make an appearance... quite a big one actually. So here's the next chappie. This one goes farther into detail with things.
Disclaimer: I do not, have never, will never own Degrassi. I am not making any profit what-so-ever, other than the encouraging reviews I recieve.
And I Was Happy
Ch. 2 Monday
The next day was Monday. Marco hated Mondays with a passion. At least it was the end of the day. But right now he had Advanced Literature, an extremely difficult class. But just like the over-acheiver he was, he had signed himself up. The professor was standing at the front of the class, talking in a dull monotone that would make Bill Stein green with envy. He was going on about hyperboles, or somesuch. Marco wasn't paying much attention, and for good reason. He had spent a very romantic night with Aiden. Ellie had left a few hours after they had gotten home from the movie. She had a date with a guy named..... Guy, who had far too many piercings in Marco's opinion. But he was very nice, and he treated Ellie good. That was good enough for Marco.
Aiden had taken Marco to a very secluded beach, where they had a light dinner, and peach wine, Marco's favorite. They began getting very intimate right there, near the water. Aiden had to cut Marco off, for fear of being caught. Indecent exposure was expensive. When they got home however, Aiden had obviously enlisted the help of friends, for the entire house was lit with white candles. Marco gave a questioning look towards his boyfriend. "Don't you remember what today is?"
Marco suddenly realized, and began apologizing profusely. "I completely forgot! I'm so sorry, I didn't even know!" Aiden just looked at him with ebony eyes and smiled, "It's ok, I know you did, that's why I wanted to surprise you. You always look so cute when you're surprised."
Marco just smiled and stood on tip-toe for a kiss. It lasted longer than he expected, but it was great all the same. Aiden stopped him, and stroked his face, "I have something for you, and don't apologize." Aiden slowly led him into the bedroom, and Marco was getting very nervous. He watched as Aiden bent over the dresser, long, dark hair falling into his eyes. When he emerged he came up with a neatly wrapped box. He crossed the room back to Marco, and handed him the package, face expectant. Marco gave him a look that clearly said, 'I love you,' and proceded to open the gift. When he got past the tissue paper, he found a book that he already had... actually he had three or four copies. At his confused look, Aiden said, "look inside."
Marco flipped open the cover and it was signed, "To Marco, may your wings take flight, Richard Bach." Marco was speechless. His favorite book in the world had been signed. Personally. To him. By the author. He looked up at Aiden and latched on to him. They kissed deeply and passionately, until Aiden had to pry the short Italian off him. Marco smiled and said, without words, thank you. Aiden gazed at him and said, "Oh Marco... Marco, Marco, Marco...."
"Marco... Marco... MARCO!" A pencil came crashing down on his relaxed hand. "Ow! What was that for?" He looked at Ellie indignantly. Ellie gave him a bemused look, and made a horrible snorting noise in the back of her throat. "Daydreaming I see," she teased.
"It's not a daydream if it really happened El. Now what do you want? I'd like to get back to my perfect two year anniversary," he stated with superiority. Ellie just looked at him with her eyebrows raised. "The class is over, or did you not notice it's emptiness? And we have a 3,000 word essay on Shakespearean literature, and it has to be written in Old English context."
Marco looked at her, dumbfounded. Then he promptly connected his head with the desk. "I hate this teacher, he's so unfair." Ellie looked at the dark blob of hair sitting on the desk with a scandalized look on her face. "I think it's a good assignment. Just because you don't like Shakespeare doesn't mean you have to hate the essay."
He raised his head to look at her, "Yes it does! I loathe Shakespeare, it's all well and good that you like him, but that doesn't mean I have to!" Ellie just rolled her eyes, and gathered her things. "Come on, I have to go to work, and so do you." Marco groaned but obeyed, gathering his things and following Ellie to her car.
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Ellie dropped Marco off at his job before heading off to her own production job. He was a waiter at one of the most popular Italian restaurants in Toronto, Giardino. Halfway through his shift, his mother came in to order take-out. Marco snuck her some extras, and gave her a discount. The manager knew about this, he just turned a blind eye, seeing how Marco's family were some of the biggest customers. After the initial rush left, the couples came in. Marco always loved watching the romance develop right in front of him. It was uplifting to see other people engage in their own love lives. Around 11 p.m. he was just cleaning up, and getting ready to leave, when strong, lithe arms snuck around his waist, startling him.
"Hey you. How was your day?" Aiden asked with curiosity.
Aiden, who had let go of Marco, now sit at the table he was cleaning
"It was pretty plain... kinda boring. You?" Aiden looked up at him, with chiseled features smiling, "It was nice... but you weren't there, so that's a downside." Marco smiled and finished up with his shift. He said goodbye to his coworkers, clocked out, and left arm wrapped around Aiden. They walked to his Jeep and climbed in, Aiden putting on soft rock for Marco. Marco smiled, only he knew that he liked soft rock at night.
When they arrived back at the condo, Aiden had to wake Marco, and guide him into the house. He took drowsy man to bed, and undressed him. After Marco lay down, and was situated comfortably sleeping, he stood back and smiled. Aiden went into the kitchen to talk to Ellie, who was seated at the table. She looked up at him and smiled. They were both startled by the sudden telephone call.
Aiden walked over to the phone and answered, "Hello?"
"May I please speak to Marco?" A gruff and cold voice asked.
"He can't come to the phone right now, can I take a message?" Aiden replied.
"No... you don't need to do that," the person said.
"May I at least ask who's calling?" He replied.
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Ellie watched the conversation with apprehension. Something was giving her chills, and she didn't like it. She didn't like it at all. When Aiden hung up the phone she asked, "Who was that?"
"I dunno, strange phone call, they asked for Marco," he replied
"Well who was it?" She asked again
"Some guy named Dylan... do you know him?"
KATE I know, everyone is gonna hate Aiden at first, then you'll love him. And then you'll hate Dylan, and then you'll hate Marco, it's a vicious cycle. But all will reveal itself!
anjel919- Wow, thanks! Yes I think Kate is a very good muse, but one has to wonder... who is her muse? We should ask her. Yes I think John Bregar is hot as well, that's why Dylan is in this story, it's just gonna take awhile to write him in.
green eyed dragon- As I said above, all will reveal itself, and of course Dylan will be in it!
soul-searching813-I love Dylan too! You know what's kinda creepy? My street address is 813 Silver Oak.... and your name has 813. Crazy huh?
Cliffhanger! I love cliffhangers... they're even more fun to write! Any-hoo tell me if you like it, and I'll update if I get a chance. Oh, and the offer for edible yumminess still stands.
