Here is Chapter 11. Finally! ::grrs at it:: Anyway, it's really nothing. I just wanted to have some fun. But ch. 12 stuff will actually happen. I think.
At the very end of the chapter there is some dialogue. The stuff in ::s is Dylan's.
::throws cookies with skittles to all the lovely reviewers:: I love you guys.
VixenDragon16-all the way? ::gulps:: um, maybe in the sequel. I'm chicken.
Lillei-I've got that alot. I did not hate "It's Raining Men" I dunno. It was just kinda disappointing I guess. They were acting very feminine and stereotypically gay, and I know alot of gay guys and none of them act that way. So no, didn't hate it.
my dear maria- could you give me the url to the stories where he sings bad in my lj or something? I never knew! lol. Poor Dylan. ::hugs him::
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"So, I'm going to take the fact that you never called to mean that the date was amazing."
Marco, who had been staring down at his notes supposedly 'studying', jumped in his seat and turned around. Ellie stood behind his desk with her patented bored expression firmly in place and the hint of a teasing smirk lurking on her face. Marco looked at her uncertainly for a few seconds before he broke out in a warm grin.
"You guessed right."
Ellie dropped her books on her chair, behind Marco's, and hoisted herself up unto the desk's top. "Do I get a play by play or anything?"
"Are you trying to tell me you're actually interested in this stuff? Are you feeling okay El?" he said, reaching forward to mock feel of her forehead.
"Stop it. I'm just curious. Everyone's known for ages now that you two were going to get together...I think you owe it to us to atleast give some details."
Marco arched an eyebrow at her but did give in. "Nothing really big. We hung out at the Dot, then went to see that zombie movie...which I had nightmares about, by the way...and yeah." he finished lamely. He didn't feel comfortable divulging the magical scene at the hockey rink. It seemed to personal to be flinging about so carelessly.
"You're leaving something out." she stated matter-of-factly without missing a beat.
Damn. "Yes I am. But I won't tell you. Atleast not yet."
"Fine, fine. Just answer one more thing." She stopped and gaged a dramatic pause. "Was there kissing? And was it good?"
Marco's smile got very big and he ducked his head in embarrassment, feeling heat creep up his neck. He knew he looked like an idiot. "Yes and yes."
With a very satisfied smirk Ellie hopped of the desk, picked up her books, and took her seat. "That's all I wanted to know then." she said, as the bell signaled the start of first period.
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Cale, Dylan's best friend, walked as quickly as he could after he spotted his blonde companion at his locker getting his stuff together for class. Reaching said best friend he slammed his locker closed and stood right in front of him, so he couldn't escape, with a manic grin. "So..."
Dylan, caught of guard, and totally bewildered, stared back at him wondering what in the heck he had missed. "So...?"
"So...I was talking to Paige this morning..." He's going to break his face if he keeps smiling like that, thought Dylan. Whoa, wait...Paige?
Oh...crap. "I thought we were friends Dylan!" whined Cale pathetically, sticking out his lower lip like a little kid who got caught stealing cookies. "I had to find out you went on a date with Mr. Dream-man from...your sister." he uttered the words 'your sister' as if they were plague. "Dude, I feel kinda neglected here."
Dylan inwardly rolled his eyes but plastered a sheepish expression on his face anyway. "Sorry, guess I wasn't exactly thinking straight. Seriously, Paige only knows because she lives with me. It's not like I was keeping it from you or anything."
The brunette teenager waved his hand around impatiently. "Who cares, who cares. Tell me what happened and I will forgive you."
"Nothing happened." Okay, so maybe that was a direct lie...but, he was a guy...you didn't talk about this stuff. Right?
"Dylan, quit your stupid avoidance thing and just tell me. It'll be painless. I swear. Well...unless you resist." Cale was practically bouncing by this point. Dylan vaguely wondered how much caffeine his friend had consumed that morning.
"Fine, it was typical. There was food, a movie...and, um..."
"Ooh, look! You're blushing! You guys kissed didn't you! I bet he had to do it too!" he crowed, looking as if Christmas had come early.
"No!" Great! I'm blushing. Since when did I blush?
Cale was dying from lack of oxygen by this point from laughing. "He did! Oh my god that's great! You're such a coward!"
Dylan, red as a tomato, thwapped his friend on the forehead and with a very growled out "shut up" he practically fled to class, leaving his friend to laugh at his cowardice and cling to the lockers for support in peace.
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Marco absent-mindedly picked at his food during lunch that afternoon. Ellie was off with Sean doing who knows what, and quite frankly, he was kind of enjoying the quiet for once. He was a very social person normally, but with all these stupid...girly, thoughts going around in his head, he needed some time to wade through them all. He wasn't doing just too great either.
"Hi. Marco, right?"
Shaken from his reverie Marco looked up to see who had spoken to him. Standing by his table with a tray of food and a raised eyebrow was a senior he'd never spoken to, but vaguely remembered seeing in the hallways at times. He had lank brown hair that fell in his dark eyes and never seemed to stay tucked behind his ears, and a tall, gangly body. And at the moment, and almost impish smile.
"Um, yeah."
"Do you mind if I borrow a seat? I've been meaning to talk to you."
Okay. Creepy senior wanting to chat. Alarm bells screaming here. "Um, sure. Who are you exactly? How do you know me?"
The boy sat across from him and started fiddling with the things on his tray. "I'm Cale, Dylan's best friend." he said, his smile getting wider and more intimidating. Uh-oh.
This boy, recently discovered as Cale, started opening his soda and looked up at him through the dark hair falling in and shadowing his eyes. "And as you probably already know, Dylan is an idiot who can't talk about...well, anything."
The tab on the soda can popped, and the noise sounded much louder to Marco than it physically should, causing him to jump and rub his face to collect himself. "Erm, yeah, I suppose he does. I never really paid attention to that."
"Well, I've been friends with the guy for over four years now. He's got avoidance issues. So...naturally, he hasn't spoken two words about you." For some reason, that statement hit a nerve in Marco. Did that mean Dylan didn't like him?
Cale caught on to Marco's abrupt change in expression and jumped in to smooth it over. "Which of course means he's smitten with you. He usually isn't so nervy about this stuff." Done with calming the younger boy down he went back into scary older friend mode. He liked making the poor guy uncomfortable. "Basically, what I'm trying to get at is...what's going on on your end here? Because, as I've said, me and Dyl have been tight since before 9th year. I'm sure you know how mad I'd be if he was to be..say, heartbroken over a grade ten, right? And what I would do to said grade ten if that should ever occur, right?"
Marco was visibly shaken by this point. He could honestly admit he was a wimp about being beaten up. Especially since his bashing earlier in the year. Not that this Cale looked especially strong, but that didn't mean he wanted a thrashing from him either. "I would never do anything to hurt Dylan. I swear. I'd rather cut off my own arm first."
Marco just stared, frightened at the senior, who showed no expression change at all, just continued to look at him with his rather scary gaze. Minutes passed in a silent eternity and still Cale didn't say anything. Then slowly a bright, cheesy grin spread across his face. "Glad we understand each other." Cale leaned forward and offered his hand, which Marco promptly took. "You're good with me. Well I must go make fun of your boyfriend now. Just remember what I've said. Bye" and the lanky boy walked off, empty tray in hand.
Okay, thought Marco. I need to go find some holy water now.
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Dylan was sitting in biology absolutely bored out of his mind. The teacher's mind numbing drone just kept going on and on and....oh, hello. What's this?
A folded piece of paper hit his hand mid doodle and made Dylan jump a bit. Picking it up he recognized Cale's eccentric scribble. Dylan looked over at his friend next to him who was staring with faux interest in the teacher's direction, obstinately ignoring Dylan. With a raised eyebrow Dylan looked back down to read the message.
Talked to your little midget at lunch today.
Horrified, jaw slack, Dylan all but threw his head up and openly stared at Cale. He did what!?! Grabbing his pen, he hastily scribbled back underneath the prior sentence.
::You didn't!::
Cale took the paper without even looking in Dylan's direction.
Oh yes, I did. Paranoid little guy, isn't he?
Dylan looked helplessly at the ceiling then dropped them again to reread it, pinching the bridge of his nose.
::Shut up. I'd be paranoid too if people I didn't even know started torturing me or whatever evil things you did. Oh god, what did you do?::
You're just as paranoid. And I didn't 'torture' him. Just scared him a bit. We did some male bonding. You know, swapped tales of stupidity....made some smores....harrassed him about dating you....all that great stuff. Nothing to worry about.
::Nothing to worry about! You just probably scared off Marco!::
Nah. Man, for real, I just asked him what he was getting out of the relationship. His intentions are good. And is it my fault I'm kinda scary?
Dylan sighed in relief.
::Yes. It's your fault. I am so going to kill you at practice tonight.::
Looking forward to it. Oh yeah, in case you missed it while you were decapitating your little stick figures over there, you have a three page essay due by this Thursday.
Great.
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Okay, that was it. I'm writing 12 right now. So it will be up shortly. Hopefully. And of course cookies! Cookies for reviews.
