It is the chapter five of doom! Really, this is just like four and five. It's mostly filler. Only one relatively big thing happens...and it doesn't even really happen. lol. That made no sense at all.
Thanks just-nikki, shaydra (I cannot tell you how much I like your reviews), meravigliata (yes, me and my friend jose sat down and had a big conversation. The gay vibes thing came from me however. I'm glad you liked it, and thank you), smoothNcreamy, sixella, and BishonenMarco for the reviews. And probably the biggest thanks to my wonderful beta Christina. For putting up with me and all that crap with the email and the not having Word. It was crazy, and I'm sorry about all that. XD
Also, kudos to you guys who reviewed "The Look"
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"Go Dylan! Woohoo!" a shrill, over-excited voice called. Marco was with Paige at Dylan's second hockey game. Marco soon learned Paige was a little over enthusiastic.
Grinning stupidly, he tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey Paige, you might want to save some of that for the game. You know...when he might need it?" Paige rolled her eyes at him, but did sit down and stayed relatively silent until the players for the other team came out. Of course, those comments were more along the line of nudging Marco every three seconds to ask if number forty-two was cute or not.
Marco dutifully ignored her and kept his eyes on unobtrusive things like the scoreboard. It would not do at all for Dylan to catch him staring before the game. Who could blame him though? Dylan out on the ice was enough to turn any straight guy. All that adrenaline and power channeled into a single game. A few hours where if you stared it would be okay, because it looks like you're just watching the match, when really you're trying not to jump up and announce to the world what horribly wicked things you're thinking about.
Ahem. Okay, that was definitely enough of that train of thought.
Of course, that traitorous track in his brain was resurfacing alot lately. They had been spending a whole lot more time together ever since their talk. They had met everyday after school for the last two weeks.
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Dylan tucked some hair behind his ear and smirked at Marco. "My parent's reactions. Heh, well, it wasn't exactly pretty, but I must say I got better than some. Dad went all silent and left the room. But mom was great. She burst into tears and hugged me. Told me I was still wonderful. Paige, of course, did the exact same thing. Three days later, after complete and utter silence, my dad walks up behind me, claps me on the back, and asks if I'm still in hockey. I'm not going to lie. I absolutely busted out laughing. It was so stupid. After I reassured my dad I wasn't going to turn into some cross-dresser he never questioned me again. I think he finally woke up to the fact that I was the same person."
Marco considered what Dylan had just told him. Could it really be that easy? Could he go through with it? Before a panic attack started, Dylan leaned over and rested his hand over his own. A simple sign of reassurance and understanding. Marco didn't even take it in a romantic way, and neither did Dylan. They were friends after all.
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"Score one for Degrassi!"
"Yes!" Paige pumped her fists in the air in a most unladylike way and yelled at the top of her lungs again. "Go Dylan! Shed some blood!"
Sheesh, this was getting ridiculous. Marco smiled.
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"Really you two, this is getting ridiculous!"
A waitress had come by their table for the third time that week. "Really, if you don't quit throwing food I will have to ask you to leave your little get-togethers for somewhere else! Now really!"
The waitress walked away, missing the strained expressions on the two boys' faces. Once she was out of range they busted out laughing. They started out throwing one harmless French fry on their first day, and slowly had worked their way up. Dylan had a way of always teasing and pulling silly stunts. One of which was to always diffuse the awkward silences with a bit of mischief. Usually involving food flying towards Marco. Mostly French fries. That day, however, it was skittles.
Still laughing, tears in their eyes, they grabbed their bags of candy and ran out of the restaurant. They raced to the park, giggling like lunatics and still pelting each other with candy, only to run out of air and fall on their backs in the middle of one of the soccer fields there. That afternoon there had been little talk. Mostly just laying there, beside one another in complete silence, enjoying the trust and the closeness that had been slowly evolving between them.
Sometimes silence could speak for itself after all.
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"Degrassi High wins! 3-0!"
Dylan turned, beaming as bright as the sun, towards Marco in the stands. He nodded in acknowledgement and pushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes. He and Marco had come a long way since that first day. And everyday he saw that impish smile and those eyes, he'd fall a few feet more. He was scared that pretty soon, his steady trip down that path would turn rocky, causing him to stumble and fall completely.
But they had made amazing progress. Dylan loved being Marco's friend. Marco was so...vulnerable in a way, and yet so strong. And every time Dylan thought he almost had all of the boy's personality figured out, he threw him for a loop, leaving him astonished.
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"Dylan, I think I'm ready."
They had been walking through the park, as they had taken up this meeting place as opposed to The Dot ever since getting in trouble. Dylan remembered everything perfectly. The slight breeze, the red car that went by. He even remembered there had been a tiny leaf in Marco's hair. Of course that was mostly because he was going crazy with wanting to get it out and have an excuse to touch him.
Snapping out of his stupor he replied. "Really? I mean...that's- that's great! What made you decide this?"
Marco crossed his arms defensively and looked off in the other direction, avoiding Dylan's eyes. "Talking to you. Hearing you tell me what happened to you. The other scenarios you pointed out." He turned so he could look Dylan in the eye. "Mostly what you said that first day we talked. About how the most important thing before telling your parents is to be comfortable with yourself. I've finally become comfortable. I know that it's not going to change. And, more importantly, I don't really want it to anymore."
This was the first of many loops that Marco pulled on him, and to say the least, Dylan was very proud. He smiled as warmly as he could at the younger boy and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you going to do it alone?"
Marco blushed. Dylan had no idea how blushing could make someone look so cute, but it did. Made his knees weak even, which was such a 'girl' thing. This whole crush was kind of getting out of hand. "Actually..er, I was...W-w-well I was wondering if you could maybe be there t-too."
"Yeah, Marco. Of course."
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"Oh Dylan! That last shot was amazing!"
Dylan walked up to the pair grinning broadly. "Eh, it was alright, but I kind of threw out my shoulder earlier in the game so it was way off the mark."
Marco stood off to the side. He still often times felt awkward around Dylan. He rarely ever stuttered or blushed anymore, but you just never knew. Old habits never really die after all.
"You still want a ride home Marco? Paige is going home with Hazel."
"Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, sure. Thanks." The two boys walked to Dylan's car, enjoying the company. In the car, Dylan turned on the radio and rolled down the windows. Hockey wasn't exactly the best thing to do before shutting yourself in a stuffy car.
Halfway to Marco's house the younger boy finally decided he should say something. "I'm thinking maybe next Friday."
Dylan turned to the boy a little confused, only to roll his eyes at his own stupidity. "Yeah, that should work just fine. Are you sure you want to do this?" Concern was evident in his voice.
"Positive." Marco could see his house now. "Dylan, I just....I just want to thank you. You've done more for me than maybe a handful of people can claim they have. I just want you to know that I appreciate it a lot. I was a nervous wreck before you came along." And still are, he silently added. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow."
Dylan grabbed his arm before he could get all the way out the car. "Thank you too. In case you've forgotten, I got a best friend out of this arrangement too. And Friday will be a breeze. You'll see."
Marco nodded a little nervously and walked to his house.
A breeze. Sure.
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I'm fresh out of cookies, but I have truckloads of skittles. So I need a cardboard sign. "Will Giv Skittlez 4 Reviews"
