anjel919: Yay, I'm so glad you like it! And I totally agree with
your agreeing to the FACT that "It's Raining Men" is the best! (Whoa,
that was really hard and confusing to say....) Thank you for the review!
Nasty Gogoune: Right, okay. I figured I'd have some errors! (Did I spell that right?) Anyway, yeah... I know gay people have always been gay, so I guess I should have said that differently, but just work with me here. Thanks you so much for reveiwing!
Kyou the outsider: Wow, it could turn out to be the best one you've read? Jumps up and down Yay! Stops jumping because she feels sick Anyway, thanx for reading and reviewing my story!
Unsolved: Oh my god I know, my sister and I were screaming for him to take that stupid thing off too... ugh, ANYway, let us move on, and discontinue any further speaking of this unmetionable horror... um... okay, I don't HAVE anything else to say! ;) This is going to be a very dirty story, though... grins wickedly Yay dirty stories! Thanks for R&R-ing!
AKGundam: Yeah, I tried the little star symbols too, but they don't work either! Glares at the computer How do I make them wo-o-ork.......... Oh, anyway, thank you so much for your review!
Val-Creative: laughs at Val's review and grabs the chips Ooh, are they barbeque? Is that how you spell 'barbeque'? Anyway, I'm so glad that you liked my story, and that you took the time to review! Thanks! ;)
smoothNcreamy: I'm really glad you like my story! Thank you for reviewing, and remeber: DYLAN'S THE HOTTEST!!!! Isn't he totally like, hottness itself? long, drawn out sigh Dylan....
Disclaimer: I still own nothing, unfortunatly. ;(
Character/pairings in chapter: Marco/Dyaln, Mr. /Mrs. Del Rossi
Okay, once again, thank you all so much for reviewing! I was so happy when I came to check on my story the next day and saw that I already had 6 reviews! (anjel919, you came later, and then I was happy that I had 7 reviews....) Oh, and to anyone who may review after I get this chapter out, but before it's up for all to see, I'm sorry I didn't get your review in time, and I'll be sure to reply in my next (horribly evil!) chapter. Okay, I hope you all like this chapter, it may be just a touch boring, but bear with me; the best is soon to come. And with that said, on with the story!
Marco was standing in his doorway, trembling.
–I'm so not ready for this...-
Marco began carefully making his way to the living room, as if he was afraid he might wake someone up if he made too much noise. He turned to make sure Dylan was still there. Dylan smiled. "You can do this, Marco." He said reassuringly. Marco nodded weakly, and continued towards the living room.
He tried to take as much time as he possibly could before getting to his parents, but to him it seemed as though he had practically teleported straight there. He took a deep breath and looked up to see his parents sitting on the couch, staring at him.
"Uh..." Marco said feebly.
"Marco, sweetie, what's wrong?" Mrs. Del Rossi asked, concern filling her voice.
"Um... yeah." Marco replied. "Hey Dylan! You hungry? I'm starved, so let's go down to the Dot and grab something to eat."
Marco turned to leave the room, but before he so much as took a step, Dylan grabbed his arm. "Marco...." Dylan said sternly, but he gazed down gently at Marco. Then he leaned down to whisper in the younger boy's ear, "You can do this. I love you." Dylan looked as if he was going to kiss him, but remembered that Marco's parents were still sitting there, watching them suspiciously. Marco looked up at him fearfully, but nodded.
Marco turned slowly back around to face his parents, and walked shakily to the couch opposite them. Dylan sat down next to him and put his hands in his lap. Dylan was already worried.
-What if Marco's dad is as hateful as Marco said he was? God, he better not hurt him.- Dylan took a deep breath, trying, and failing, to reassure himself. –His dad isn't going to do anything, it's gonna be alright. He'll just be a little upset at most...right?- Dylan shook his head, clearing it in time to hear Marco say:
"Ma, Pa, I really need to talk to you. Uhh, you know that I haven't been d-dating any g-girls for a while now, right?" His parents nodded, looking extremely confused.
"Well, that's because I'm, I'm...." –Oh god, I can't do this! Pa's going to be so mad....-
Mr. Del Rossi, who wasn't exactly the most patient guy ever, snapped, "Well? Out with it boy! What are you trying to tell us?"
"Umm...." Marco stopped, looking as if he was about to start crying. Dylan looked down at him worriedly, wondering if it could have possibly been a mistake to get Marco to do this, because he obviously wasn't ready. But, just as he was about to call the whole thing off , Marco just blurted it right out:
"I'm gay!" –Oh my god, what have I done? Oh no, no, no, no....-
Mrs. Del Rossi sat there, as if she didn't quite understand what her son had just confessed to her. Marco looked fearfully over at his father, who looked as if he was about to explode. But instead, he just said calmly, "So, you're... gay, son? All right." He stood up and walked over towards the couch where his son was sitting, and turned to Dylan. "And who might you be?"
"Uh, a friend of Marco's, sir."
"A friend, huh? Marco, why don't you show this man to the door? Then come back here, so we can finish this."
Marco swallowed hard, and got up stiffly, looking absolutely terrified. He walked over to the front door, Dylan following him.
"Well, that wasn't so bad, was it Marco? You're parents just seem a little shocked, though who can blame them?"
Marco just started sobbing in response to Dylan's words.
"Marco, what's wrong?" Dylan asked, pulling Marco into a hug. Marco just cried some more, but eventually managed to get out a few words:
"My dad, h-he gets really calm when h-he's, when he's really angry...." Marco started crying harder, and pulled away from Dylan.
"Oh god, what is he going to do to me?"
Now Dylan was worried all over again. –He can't do anything. He WON'T do anything- "Marco, it's going to be okay. Just...." He sighed. "Remember, no matter what, he still loves you. He won't do anything to hurt you. Now, you should go back there, he's waiting. Call me tonight and let me know how it went, okay?"
He kissed Marco lovingly on the forehead, and squeezed his hand.
"Bye Marco."
"B-bye, Dylan."
When Dylan left, Marco stood there for a minute, dreading what would happen when he went back to his dad. –What did he mean, finish this?-
"Marco! Get IN here, now." Mr. Del Rossi (calmly!)growled from the living room.
-Oh, god-
With a deep breath, Marco turned, and started the walk back to his dad, all the way thinking –Oh god, oh god, oh god....-
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Okay, what did you think? I apologize for the shortness in chapter length, I know I said that this chapter would be the horribly evil one, but I wanted to update my story soon, and I don't have time at the moment to type the evil part, because it needs to be PERFECT. So, therefore, the NEXT chapter will be hell for our poor, cute, adorably short little Marco. Laughs evilly
Nasty Gogoune: Right, okay. I figured I'd have some errors! (Did I spell that right?) Anyway, yeah... I know gay people have always been gay, so I guess I should have said that differently, but just work with me here. Thanks you so much for reveiwing!
Kyou the outsider: Wow, it could turn out to be the best one you've read? Jumps up and down Yay! Stops jumping because she feels sick Anyway, thanx for reading and reviewing my story!
Unsolved: Oh my god I know, my sister and I were screaming for him to take that stupid thing off too... ugh, ANYway, let us move on, and discontinue any further speaking of this unmetionable horror... um... okay, I don't HAVE anything else to say! ;) This is going to be a very dirty story, though... grins wickedly Yay dirty stories! Thanks for R&R-ing!
AKGundam: Yeah, I tried the little star symbols too, but they don't work either! Glares at the computer How do I make them wo-o-ork.......... Oh, anyway, thank you so much for your review!
Val-Creative: laughs at Val's review and grabs the chips Ooh, are they barbeque? Is that how you spell 'barbeque'? Anyway, I'm so glad that you liked my story, and that you took the time to review! Thanks! ;)
smoothNcreamy: I'm really glad you like my story! Thank you for reviewing, and remeber: DYLAN'S THE HOTTEST!!!! Isn't he totally like, hottness itself? long, drawn out sigh Dylan....
Disclaimer: I still own nothing, unfortunatly. ;(
Character/pairings in chapter: Marco/Dyaln, Mr. /Mrs. Del Rossi
Okay, once again, thank you all so much for reviewing! I was so happy when I came to check on my story the next day and saw that I already had 6 reviews! (anjel919, you came later, and then I was happy that I had 7 reviews....) Oh, and to anyone who may review after I get this chapter out, but before it's up for all to see, I'm sorry I didn't get your review in time, and I'll be sure to reply in my next (horribly evil!) chapter. Okay, I hope you all like this chapter, it may be just a touch boring, but bear with me; the best is soon to come. And with that said, on with the story!
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Paying For It
Marco was standing in his doorway, trembling.
–I'm so not ready for this...-
Marco began carefully making his way to the living room, as if he was afraid he might wake someone up if he made too much noise. He turned to make sure Dylan was still there. Dylan smiled. "You can do this, Marco." He said reassuringly. Marco nodded weakly, and continued towards the living room.
He tried to take as much time as he possibly could before getting to his parents, but to him it seemed as though he had practically teleported straight there. He took a deep breath and looked up to see his parents sitting on the couch, staring at him.
"Uh..." Marco said feebly.
"Marco, sweetie, what's wrong?" Mrs. Del Rossi asked, concern filling her voice.
"Um... yeah." Marco replied. "Hey Dylan! You hungry? I'm starved, so let's go down to the Dot and grab something to eat."
Marco turned to leave the room, but before he so much as took a step, Dylan grabbed his arm. "Marco...." Dylan said sternly, but he gazed down gently at Marco. Then he leaned down to whisper in the younger boy's ear, "You can do this. I love you." Dylan looked as if he was going to kiss him, but remembered that Marco's parents were still sitting there, watching them suspiciously. Marco looked up at him fearfully, but nodded.
Marco turned slowly back around to face his parents, and walked shakily to the couch opposite them. Dylan sat down next to him and put his hands in his lap. Dylan was already worried.
-What if Marco's dad is as hateful as Marco said he was? God, he better not hurt him.- Dylan took a deep breath, trying, and failing, to reassure himself. –His dad isn't going to do anything, it's gonna be alright. He'll just be a little upset at most...right?- Dylan shook his head, clearing it in time to hear Marco say:
"Ma, Pa, I really need to talk to you. Uhh, you know that I haven't been d-dating any g-girls for a while now, right?" His parents nodded, looking extremely confused.
"Well, that's because I'm, I'm...." –Oh god, I can't do this! Pa's going to be so mad....-
Mr. Del Rossi, who wasn't exactly the most patient guy ever, snapped, "Well? Out with it boy! What are you trying to tell us?"
"Umm...." Marco stopped, looking as if he was about to start crying. Dylan looked down at him worriedly, wondering if it could have possibly been a mistake to get Marco to do this, because he obviously wasn't ready. But, just as he was about to call the whole thing off , Marco just blurted it right out:
"I'm gay!" –Oh my god, what have I done? Oh no, no, no, no....-
Mrs. Del Rossi sat there, as if she didn't quite understand what her son had just confessed to her. Marco looked fearfully over at his father, who looked as if he was about to explode. But instead, he just said calmly, "So, you're... gay, son? All right." He stood up and walked over towards the couch where his son was sitting, and turned to Dylan. "And who might you be?"
"Uh, a friend of Marco's, sir."
"A friend, huh? Marco, why don't you show this man to the door? Then come back here, so we can finish this."
Marco swallowed hard, and got up stiffly, looking absolutely terrified. He walked over to the front door, Dylan following him.
"Well, that wasn't so bad, was it Marco? You're parents just seem a little shocked, though who can blame them?"
Marco just started sobbing in response to Dylan's words.
"Marco, what's wrong?" Dylan asked, pulling Marco into a hug. Marco just cried some more, but eventually managed to get out a few words:
"My dad, h-he gets really calm when h-he's, when he's really angry...." Marco started crying harder, and pulled away from Dylan.
"Oh god, what is he going to do to me?"
Now Dylan was worried all over again. –He can't do anything. He WON'T do anything- "Marco, it's going to be okay. Just...." He sighed. "Remember, no matter what, he still loves you. He won't do anything to hurt you. Now, you should go back there, he's waiting. Call me tonight and let me know how it went, okay?"
He kissed Marco lovingly on the forehead, and squeezed his hand.
"Bye Marco."
"B-bye, Dylan."
When Dylan left, Marco stood there for a minute, dreading what would happen when he went back to his dad. –What did he mean, finish this?-
"Marco! Get IN here, now." Mr. Del Rossi (calmly!)growled from the living room.
-Oh, god-
With a deep breath, Marco turned, and started the walk back to his dad, all the way thinking –Oh god, oh god, oh god....-
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Okay, what did you think? I apologize for the shortness in chapter length, I know I said that this chapter would be the horribly evil one, but I wanted to update my story soon, and I don't have time at the moment to type the evil part, because it needs to be PERFECT. So, therefore, the NEXT chapter will be hell for our poor, cute, adorably short little Marco. Laughs evilly