Hello all. Here is chapter 14. Warning--it is very...blah. It's more a progression piece than anything. To show how far they've gone in their relationship. Also, you can thank this chapter for the existence of this story. :) I started the whole thing with the last scene in mind. XD
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"Okay, we left their phone number by the telephone and there's left-overs in the....Marco. Are you listening?" asked Mrs. del Rossi as she grabbed her jacket from the hall closet.
Marco sat on the couch in front of the TV with a half done essay in his lap. He looked up rather dumbly at his mother and gave her a sheepish smile. "Um, no. Sorry. But really, I can take care of myself. You guys go and have fun. I won't burn the place down. I promise."
Mr. and Mrs. del Rossi were going out of town that weekend to visit her sister, and Marco was lucky enough to get to stay home. For once in his life atleast.
"Yes, I know." she said, walking over to give him a hug. Marco could see his father roll his eyes over his mother's shoulder. "Marie, we need to go. Quit coddling him." She let go and walked back over to her husband and began fixing her hair a bit, using the mirror. Now was his father's turn to do the parent thing. "Okay, we're leaving now. Number's here by the phone. You know the rules. No alcohol, no parties, no boys. Clear?"
Marco still had trouble when his father tried to address his sexuality in that strained voice. He sighed. "Crystal, sir. Have fun." He watched them close the door behind him and smiled broadly. Thank god they were finally gone. He had the entire house to himself. He could do absolutely anything he wanted to. The time was his to do with as he wished. The world was at his fingertips.
Marco shrugged and went back to his homework.
An hour later the phone rang and Marco, who had been watching some old horror flick on TV jumped a mile in the air, popcorn flying everywhere. He glared at the phone grumpily and answered it, beginning to pick up the food off the floor.
"Hello?"
"Hey Marco."
"Oh hey, Dylan." Marco smiled broadly, straightening up, bowl of picked up popcorn in hand, and began walking into the kitchen.
"What're you doing tonight? I'm bored." whined Dylan pathetically across the line.
"Um, nothing? Why?"
"Oh, no reason. I just happen to have all these movies over here and no one to watch them with. It's rather depressing."
Marco laughed out loud. "You really are pathetic you know? Where is Paige?" he chuckled out, walking back into the living room and climbing under his blanket, flipping from channel to boring channel.
"Paige is at the mall with her lapdog. And who cares? You wanna come over and keep me occupied for awhile? Ple-e-e-ease?"
"Fine, fine. You've convinced me. You'll have to come get me though. My parents are gone."
Marco could here a rustle of cloth through the phone. Dylan putting on his jacket he guessed. "Give me 3.5 seconds."
"Alright bye." Throwing the phone onto the couch, more than likely to be lost in the cushions by tomorrow, he ran to get dressed, as he rarely changed from his pajamas when he was home on the weekends just relaxing.
Tugging on some brown shirt from his closet he smiled. He had been picking up so many habits from Dylan lately. From not caring as much about his clothes to biting his lower lip while he did homework. He even knew the rules to hockey now! Marco did it subconciously. He guessed it was from watching him so often.
It was now March, a little over four monthes since their first date. There had been several more since then....none of them as formal or strained as the first. Usually they just hung out like they used to at The Dot or the park, or watched TV at home. The only difference from their friendship in the past was there was now kissing. Which, Marco wasn't complaining about at all.
Hearing the knock on the door from upstairs Marco grabbed a jacket and sprinted down to answer it. Walking out of the house and locking up the door behind him he turned to Dylan, who was bouncing on his heels slightly. "You in a hurry or something?" he laughed.
"Ha, no. I'm just rather hyper. Being cooped up in a silent, dark house all day with video games I've already beaten five times will leave you a little....stir crazy. Anyway, come on. I rented that humor movie you and I saw at the theatre a while back."
"Cool. I liked that one." They both walked to the car and got in. The drive was uneventful and quiet. But that was okay. Silence was never a problem.
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A few hours and two movies later Marco was on the floor in front of the couch, trying to help Dylan with his biology homework. He leaned forward some more, bending his face over the textbook on the coffee table, pointing at the diagram. "You understand now?"
Dylan smiled brightly and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Yes, thank you." he said filling in a couple of answers, finishing up his worksheet. He wished he was better at science than this. Putting the papers and the book back in his shoulder bag he turned his full attention back to Marco who was watching him silently with those wide, dark eyes, yawning slightly.
Paige had long since come home and her and Spinner were on the couch watching some mindless game show where the contestants were yelling at each other. Dylan's parents had also come home from work, but had left again to have dinner by themselves, leaving money for pizza. Which Spinner and Dylan had eaten almost all of.
Spinner glanced at the clock on the mantle and disentangled himself slightly from his girlfriend, who was staring enraptured at the TV screen, actually interested in all the drama. "Honeybee, I gotta go home. I'll see you tomorrow or Monday." He kissed her and rose to leave tossing goodbyes to Marco and Dylan, with Paige still staring a little too interestedly at the television show.
Dylan shrugged and smiled slightly, turning back to Marco. "I don't know about you but I want ice cream. Come on." Marco grinned and shook his head at him, but did get up off the floor, stretching as he went, and followed the blonde into the kitchen. Sitting on the counter, watching Dylan's swift, practiced movements as he made a bowl of the gloopy ice cream he smiled softly.
Dylan was such a geek sometimes. But, he supposed that was part of his charm.
Their relationship was odd in a way. The first date, yes, had been very nerve wracking and uncomfortable, but ever since then they had fell into this nice little haze. Talking and hanging out was fun again, like it used to be. There were no nerves about anything, no awkward silences, no hard feelings. The jokes were the same, the emotional chats were the same. Just this odd friendship with a deeper side.
The older teen finally finished feeding his bottomless pit of a stomach and went back into the living room, the younger boy trailing behind him, to find it deserted. Paige must have gone to watch her dumb program in her own room.
He caught Marco yawning widely again. "Tired?"
Marco smiled at him a bit stupidly. "Yeah. It comes with having a set bedtime until you're thirteen. It kinda sticks."
Dylan smiled and made his way down the hallway, disappearing from his line of vision. Marco stared confusedly at the empty hallway, wondering what was going on. A few seconds later Dylan reappeared with his smile still firmly in place and lugging his powder blue comforter behind him. "Shall we sleep then?"
Marco nodded dumbly, still not exactly catching on.
Dylan caught on to his companion's bewildered expression and hopped in to explain. "We'll just take a nap in here on the couch. That way my parents won't go crazy, thinking we did something, and we can sleep. Because to be honest, you and your yawning is making me tired." he said putting a pillow on one end of the sofa and then sitting down, taking off his shoes.
"Um, alright. That sounds good...I guess." Whoa, Marco, look away! Look away! The dark teen looked hurriedly to his feet, blushing, as Dylan shrugged out of his tshirt. He didn't think he was exactly tired now!
Dylan saw Marco avert his gaze and grinned softly, lowering himself onto the couch, remote in hand, gesturing Marco over. "Come on. Just lay down and try to forget about it. We're just gonna lay here, watch some TV and sleep. No big deal."
Call him stupid...but where did Dylan want him to lay down exactly? "Um, Dylan? There's no room on the couch."
Dylan smiled a blinding smile and reached over, grabbing Marco's wrist, and all but hurling him over to where he lay, making him loose his balance and topple on top of him on the couch. Marco struggled a bit, trying to stand back up in embarrassment, only to find he was being held in place. Not until he felt as much as heard Dylan whisper in his ear did he calm down. "One couch big enough. One blanket. You're exactly where you're supposed to be."
Marco pulled back slightly, lifting his head, and staring up into Dylan's amused blue eyes. "Erm, are you sure? Because I can lay on the floor...." Dylan shook his head and pulled Marco a little more on top of him.
"No, I'd rather you stay here. Relax. Nothing's going to happen. I promise."
Very slowly Marco nodded, still looking up into Dylan's eyes. With a furious blush that he was pretty sure creeped all over his body, he lifted himself up all the way, nestling his head into Dylan's bare chest, trying in vain to chill out and quit being embarrassed by the whole situation.
Dylan smiled down at the head of dark hair and ruffled it slightly. "See? Nothing to it. Now I vote some lame comedy show...sound good?" Marco lowered his hands and buried them slightly under the older boy's torso, nodding a bit more calmly into his chest. "Sounds good."
An hour later, the TV was off and the room was completely dark and completely silent. No one was awake. Except for one.
Dylan stared vacantly at the ceiling above him, softly running his fingers through Marco's hair. Marco had long since gone to sleep, not even ten minutes after he layed down. Dylan had gotten bored and flipped off the television and simply lay in the dark, enjoying the presense of the other boy.
Warmth was everywhere. Gentle, almost fragile breathing ghosting across his chest. Up...down...in....out. Hypnotic, beautiful, calming. A hand placed lightly in the hollow of his throat, every once in awhile moving in his sleep, fingers trailing feather soft over the pulse there.
A flutter of eyelashes here. A tickle of fine hair there. It was the most achingly beautiful thing he'd ever experienced in his young life.
Being able to actually be close to him and touch him for once was heavenly. They tried to touch in public as little as possible. Dylan knew how uncomfortable it made Marco. And even in private is was kept quite low-key. But here....now....was perfect.
Dylan had been so confused lately. He'd been having strange thoughts about Marco. They were deep....frightening. Thoughts of actually staying with this boy forever. Growing old together. It scared him horribly.
Dylan looked down at the sleeping figure draped over him, taking in the soft angles and gentle curves. Lifting a hand shakily he traced a dark eyebrow and dragged it down his cheek. Dylan leaned down and kissed Marco's forehead, nuzzling his hair. He couldn't get enough. He was sure Marco could melt right into, make them become one entity, and it would still not be enough.
Lips still hovering barely an inch from Marco's head he whispered into the darkness. "You know....I think I just might love you." A few silent moments later Dylan blinked and nodded surely.
"I do love you."
With a final run of his hand through the baby fine hair he closed his eyes...slowly falling asleep with a smile on his face.
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There you have it. I hope it wasn't too boring. :) Reviews are lovely. I love them to death. No really!
Lindsay--::blushes:: Um, thank you. I'm flattered. You asked me how I wrote without making it overly dramatic or cheesy. I write what I know. I don't write any drama or feelings I haven't seen before. I try to pour my own life into it. That way it's realistic and everyone relates to it better. :) thanks again for the review.
CGE--did I accidentally write that Marco was something other than a grade ten? :) Sorry if I did.
