Ok Chapter 2. It is very short compared to the first one, because I'm trying to go more into the emotions. It's in Dylan's pov because I want to switch them out so we know what's going on on both sides. Um, Marco's pov next chapter. I'm trying to take it slow. I like the idea of the relationship taking quite awhile before it actually starts. And more Paige. I just wanted some sibling rivalry, cuz it's fun.
Also, to all you people who take offence to homosexuality...blah blah blah....back button. You should know how this works by now.
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Dylan's POV
"Yeah, I know. Don't worry about it. I understand. Really. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Dylan walked to the door to his right, stopped right as he reached it and flashed him another reassuring smile over his shoulder, then continued on out to his car. His mind was pleasantly numb and he just drove home on autopilot. Only once he had pulled into the driveway and cut off the ignition did what had transpired earlier really sink in. Keys in his hand and sunlight pouring in, Dylan leaned back in his seat.
Marco had just apologized to him, asked for help, and agreed to meet him for a talk all in one five minute conversation. Heh. Wow. It wasn't exactly news to Dylan that he liked the younger boy. He had since he first met him. He had this...energy about him. It was contagious. You stand next to him and just can't help but smile. It was intoxicating even. You could just drown in it.
Dylan shook his head. This wasn't getting him anywhere. I mean why would Marco consider him anyway right? He was far too old for him. And the poor guy was going through alot. He couldn't push it. That's not what Marco needed. He needed a friend. Which is exactly what he was going to be. Dylan nodded and finally opened the door to his car and headed up the walk to his house.
He was about to open the door when it was flung open to reveal Paige. "Dylan. Why are you here so late?" She had that smug look on her face. Dylan sighed as realization struck. So she was behind it all. Meddlesome brat. He walked past her and headed to the kitchen as he always did after school and pretended to look nonplussed as he checked the clock . He was only ten minutes later than usual. As he pointed out to Paige. She just rolled her eyes and walked off. She knew better than to keep questioning. She wouldn't get anything anyway. Yet.
Sandwhich in one hand, soda in the other, Dylan went to the den. He switched the tv on to one of the sports channels and dug out his math homework. Not that he was going to get much of it done. He was too busy thinking. Everything seemed to keep circling back to the conversation with Marco and the plans he had made.
Thirty minutes and only four math problems later Dylan was going crazy. His hair was all over the place from running his hand through it continually and his lip was probably about to start bleeding from him gnawing on it. His fingernails were basically non-existant at this point, as he had bitten them all to the quik. It just wouldn't go away. With a quiet roar of frustration he snapped his textbook shut and jammed it back into his bag. He would just have to copy it from Cale tomorrow.
Oh yeah. There was something else to think about. The way Cale totally turned the opposite direction when he saw he had been talking to Marco. That was cool of him. Usually all his friends liked to butt into his life. Which was just fine with Dylan. Once he came out, that was the last of his secrets. He was a pretty open person most of the time. But he probably wouldn't have liked it too much if anyone had come up that afternoon. It was a private thing right now. He'd have to thank Cale. They could laugh about it.
Ah, here comes the brat for round two. "Hello Paige. Looking for something? Nailpolish gone missing or anything?" He fixed a placid, unconcerned look on his face. Let the questioning begin.
"Oh, come on hun. You did talk to Marco after school didn't you?"
Dylan scratched his head. "Hm, now that you mention it, I do think I remember him saying a few things."
He smiled. She wasn't taking this to well. She looked like she was about to erupt. She seethed a second longer then fixed a horribly fake, sweet smile on her face. "Dylan, spill...now. What few things did he speak to you about?"
Total silence.
"Don't make me threaten you with the baby pictures Dylan."
"Hid them all last year after you threatened it the first time." he said with no expression change.
"Acquaint your friends with your secret cd collection?"
"Already done that myself. I'm still pestered over it."
"Tell mom and dad about that time you took Uncle Will's car for a joyride?"
"Is that the best you can do?"
She sighed. She wasn't exactly winning. An evil smile suddenly spread across her face. "I'll write some stupid love letter and put it in Marco's locker. Signed...." She paused for dramatic effect. "Dylan Michalchuk."
Horrified, Dylan's eyes bugged out and he jumped up. "No! I give! I'll tell!"
Grr, there's that smug look again. "I knew you'd come around my dear brother. Just tell me what you guys said."
He plopped back down on the couch and pulled a pillow against his chest defensively. "Nothing really. He just apologized for ignoring me. And I don't know how we got there, but he decided to talk to me about all the stuff he's dealing with." He looked up quickly at Paige, then back down again, fiddling with the pillow's tassles. "And that's it." He concluded lamely.
"Gah, and here I thought something actually happened. When are you going to ask him out!"
"Whoa," the interesting stitchwork on the pillow momentarily forgotten, he stared at his sister as if she'd grown an extra head. "What? It's not like that. We're friends. I'm just helping him out."
"Whatever hun. If and when you do grow a backbone, I'd like to be the first one to know...ok?" She ruffled his shaggy hair and bounced off to her room, very proud of her accomplishment. Really, these boys were too easy.
Great. Dude, you just caved to your sister. Way to not back down. Inwardly rolling his eyes Dylan turned to the tv, hoping to push away his thoughts with some stupid game show or something.
Too bad it didn't work.
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Hoped this one lived up to the first one. lol. Even though nothing happened. Reviews be my friend. They're like caffeine. ; )
