anjel919: Oh, I love this review! You're too kind.... Just thank you so much for this review, it was completely wonderful. And of course, I can't thank you enough for your help with this chapter. I SOO needed it, and I would still be completely lost without you. I hope I did everything right. Thank you again!
green eyed dragon: I totally agree, Marco and Dylan together all the way! Thank you so much for your review!
soccergurl1990: Yes, aren't Dylan's parents so nice for letting him move in? Aww....Anyway, thanks for reviewing!
Roxie24: I'm so happy you love this story! As long as people keep reading, I'll keep writing. Thank you for reviewing!
Melissa: Oh, I totally think that there should be more hell for everyone, but for once in my life, my evil mind is failing me! If you have any ideas, tell me! I'm so happy you love my story! Thank you so much for your review!
cutiepye06655: I'm excited that you like my story! And I guess I'll have starburst, since you don't have any hard candy. Thank you for reviewing!
cutiepye06655: Hey again! DON'T WORRY! I'M UPDATING! ;)
Rowenna: Yes, I know that he's been gay his whole life. I just meant that he had KNOWN he was gay for two years. Thank you for the review!
Fucted Up Kid: Yay! Another horribly long review! (hugs Fucted Up Kid) Now you have three!
I would totally steal Ellie's wardrobe too! I think she should fly down here and give it all to me. And bring a shirtless Dylan with her...hee hee....
Oh, I can't wait to read your story! Tell me when you put it up, so I can make sure I don't miss it. (smiles evilly) We're so mean to Marco. What did he ever do to us? Oh, I know. He kissed Ellie instead of us! That was so rude....and he still hasn't made out with Dylan. Ugh. (smacks Marco on the back of the head) Damn you....
I'm sorry, I completely forgot to mention that you helped me out in that last chapter! At least, I think I forgot to mention it...I can't remember. If I did indeed forget, I'll make sure to say something in this one. Once again, I apologize! And I really appreciate your help with that, I needed it.
Yeah, I liked Spinner's hair in the unscripted. I wish it didn't look like it does in the next season. EEW!
Good, I'm glad you like the title. I do too. ;) I'm pretty sure Marco's parents will continue to hate him, but I won't give him any nice relatives. I want him to be as miserable as possible. ; I'm so happy you liked all the Marco/Dylan interaction, and how I showed Marco's insecurities, and the way Dylan questioned him, and Ellie's little thought comment.
Okay, you think Spinner would go skinny dipping? All right... (gives Spinner a point) I might join him, he can be pretty hott sometimes, but other times his face is too fat, and other times, HE HAS HORRIBLE HAIR! Ahem, anyway....
....since you want it, here. (Marco hugs Fucted Up Kid) There you go. ;)
Thank you for your uber-great review! I loved it! I read it like, four times...is that stupid? Heh, oh well, that's how much I liked it. Thank you again!
Squrlie Jack: Okay, good, they do check them. Thank you for telling me, I (obviously) wasn't sure. Thanks for reviewing!
Read300300: I'm glad you like it so far! Can't wait to see what you think of the rest! Thank you for reading and reviewing!
AllAboutDegrassi: Creepy! I just saw a commercial where Care Bears are singing "Let's get physical, physical." That is so wrong! Ahem, anyway, sorry, that had nothing to do with anything. But it WAS creepy. Okay, ANYWAY. Yay, you think it's awesome! Yay again! Yes, it is molestation. And the / thing I wrote. I'm not sure what you mean, but I'll try to answer. If you just meant the / thing, that's a stress on the word. You know, like "Didn't see THAT one coming." If you meant, what did I mean with the comment, then she was surprised to see them kissing, or whatever she saw, because she didn't know they were gay. Okay, that's all. Thank you for R&Ring!
man freakzoid: Good, you like my story. I'll ignore your almost-flame, as you suggested. Thanx for reviewing, and for voting Marco and Dylan! But, your bio project...? I'm confused....but, then again, I'm an idiot, so, whatever.
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Disclaimer: If you can believe it, I now actually own Degrassi! (sigh) I hate these stupid disclaimers....
Characters/couples in chapter: Marco/Dylan, Paige, Mr./ Mrs. Michalchuk, Nurse Kitana, Ms. Elvira Bregar
Rating: PG13, I guess. Or maybe very slight 'R', I dunno. I don't do ratings....
Okay, I forgot one thing last chapter. I have to give credit to Fucted Up Kid for helping me with how everyone would find out about what happened to Marco. Whoa that was confusing to say. Ahem, anyway, thank you Fucted Up Kid!!!!!
And, as one final thing, I dedicate this whole chapter to anjel919; she helped me out with the main parts of this chapter, and she has reviewed every chapter I've posted. (showers anjel919 with confetti) THANK YOU! Oh, and she thought of the poll at the bottom, and the one I'm going to use for the next chapter. Everyone clap for anjel919! (clap, clap) ;)
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Paying For It
"Mmm...Dylan, I want you so badly..."
Dylan responded by kissing Marco passionately on the mouth. He in turn wanted Marco, NEEDED Marco; he could feel it in his entire body. Every cell ached for him. He longed to touch him, to feel every inch of his body beneath his fingertips.
Before he knew it, Dylan was completely unclothed, lying on top of an equally naked Marco. As Marco slid his hands down to stroke Dylan's manhood, Dylan moaned into Marco's mouth. He had never felt anything like it. It was a completely different sensation than when he himself did it.
"Oh god Marco, that feels so good."
"Shh, don't speak. Just make love to me."
Dylan smiled broadly. He positioned himself, and prepared to finally be physically close to his boyfriend, as he had wanted to be for what seemed like an eternity.
"Dylan, wake up now!"
Dylan suddenly snapped awake. After a few seconds he realized that he had just been dreaming, and he was lying in bed alone.
-Damn! I've got to stop getting myself off before I go to sleep....-
"Dylan! NOW!"
"All right Paige, I'm up." Dylan said as he rolled over onto his back. As soon as he did this, Paige started giggling.
"What?"
In response, Paige began full-out laughing and couldn't speak, but she managed to point down to Dylan's waist. Dylan looked down and immediately started blushing furiously. He sat up to where nothing could be seen through the sheets anymore. By this time, Paige had regained a little bit of her ability to speak again, just in time to embarrass her brother even more.
"So, Dylan, w-what were you dreaming about, h-hmm?" Paige asked, unable to keep herself from laughing.
Dylan through a pillow at her, and it hit her right in the face.
"Get out!" He growled.
"Or else what? It's not like you can GET UP and DO anything...except maybe this certain guy you're seeing...."
"Paige!"
"All right, all right, I'm going, I'm going. Sheesh. You'd think you've never been caught in more embarrassing situations involving THAT. Remember that time in August when you thought you were alone in the house, and I came in and saw you-"
"Paige...." Dylan interrupted, drawing out her name warningly.
"Fine, fine." Paige threw her hands up, surrendering. "Oh, one more thing. Don't forget to pick Marco up from the hospital after school."
"Yeah, I know."
Paige hesitated by the door.
"Dylan, can I ask you something?"
"You can ask, but that doesn't mean I'll answer."
Paige considered a moment, and decided to go ahead and ask anyway.
"What happened with Marco? Why was he bleeding like that?"
Dylan looked down at his sheets, wondering if he should tell her. Then he shook his head.
"Sorry. It's not my place to tell you. At least, not yet."
Paige wanted to press it, but she figured that whatever happened had been pretty serious, and it really WASN'T Dylan's place to tell her, as much as she hated to admit it. So, with a nod, she left the room, closing the door behind her.
-Finally. - Dylan thought, collapsing back onto his bed, relieved to see that he was back to normal.
-Yeah, Paige will do that to you. - He thought with a smirk.
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-Man, is Dylan EVER going to get here?- Marco wondered as he lye on his hospital bed, staring at the ceiling while Nurse Kitana replaced the bandages on his chest.
"Mr. Del Rossi! Hold still!"
"You're making it too tight. I won't be able to breath!"
"I am not, yes you will, and hold still!"
Marco sighed. Just to annoy her, he took a deep breath before she started tightening again, as if she was going to choke him of life. Nurse Kitana glared viciously at him, and continued to cut off the air to Marco's lungs. Just then, Dylan opened the door. Marco let out his breath heavily.
"Hey Dylan! You're just in time! Tell her this is too tight."
Dylan laughed at the expression on the nurse's face.
"Fine! It's done! Now please, just take him home!" Nurse Kitana yelled at Dylan, storming out of the room. Marco and Dylan laughed, but Marco stopped short because it hurt his ribs to laugh.
"So, you ready to go home?" Dylan asked.
"You bet." Marco said, smiling up at Dylan. It was a different smile than Dylan was used to seeing on him. Instead of the completely easy, almost idiotically happy smile that Marco always had, this one was strained. Marco was trying hard to forget about all that had happened in the past couple of weeks and act normal, but Dylan could tell he wasn't doing all that well. He was still obviously miserable.
"Well, let's get going. On the way here I stopped and got some chips, soda, and ice cream to celebrate you moving in!"
Marco smiled. Dylan was just too adorably cute sometimes.
"Sounds great."
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Mrs. Michalchuk was rushing around the house, trying to make it look as clean as humanly possible.
"Mom, it's okay. Marco's been over here before, and now he's going to LIVE here. We can let him in on the family secret that our house isn't perfect ALL the time. Trust me."
Mrs. Michalchuk laughed.
"Yes, I suppose you're right Paige. Now, go clean the kitchen, hurry!"
"Mom!" Paige sighed. "Fine...."
Paige trudged into the kitchen, wishing she hadn't come down from her room to see what her mom was doing.
Thirty minutes later, the front door opened and Dylan came in, with Marco following close behind.
"Hey mom! We're here!"
Mrs. Michalchuk came into the foyer, dusting her hands off on her cleaning apron.
"Hi sweetie. Hello Marco. Make sure you put those snacks AWAY, Dylan, don't leave them sitting on the counter."
"I know, I know.... Come on Marco. Let's go make a mess in the kitchen."
Mrs. Michalchuk rolled her eyes, but stepped aside to let the boys pass.
"Oh, before I forget." She said. "Dylan, your father is coming home early, and then we all have to talk."
Dylan nodded and proceeded to lead Marco into the kitchen, where Paige was talking on the phone, dirty dishes littering the counter. When she saw Marco and Dylan come in, she stopped talking.
"Oh. Hazel, I've got to go. They just came home."
"All right. See you at six."
"Okay, bye."
Paige hung up the phone, and turned around to find Dylan looking at her, eyebrow raised.
"Can I help you?"
"Why were you talking about us? And what about?"
"What? Dylan, I was not talking about you. What makes you think that?"
"The fact that you said 'THEY just came home' as soon as we walked in."
"Oh. Right. Well, it was nothing important."
Dylan rolled his eyes.
"Do you know what Mom and Dad want to talk to us about?"
"I have no idea."
Marco, who had been standing silently beside Dylan the entire time, finally spoke up.
"Dylan, do your parents...know?"
Dylan looked down at Marco for a moment.
"Yes." He said simply.
"Oh."
Dylan hugged Marco.
"It's all right, kitten, they don't mind."
Marco couldn't help it; he had to smile. He loved it when Dylan called him kitten.
Paige breathed out loudly.
"What? WHAT do they know?"
"Paige, I already told you no."
"No, you told me that YOU wouldn't tell me. Marco can still tell me, right?" She said, looking at Marco pleadingly.
"Uhh, umm...." Marco turned around and left the kitchen. Dylan glared at Paige, and went after Marco.
"Damn! Why won't anybody tell me what the hell is going on!?" Paige yelled. Just then, Mrs. Michalchuk came into the kitchen.
"Paige, what are you-Paige! I thought I told you to clean this kitchen BEFORE they came home?"
"Heh. Yeah. Um, I thought you said AFTER. They. Came... home?"
Mrs. Michalchuk glared at her daughter, who sighed loudly and began cleaning.
"Well, I tried." Paige muttered miserably.
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"I'm home! Everyone, in the living room! Hi honey." Mr. Michalchuk kissed his wife on the cheek, and walked into the living room to see Paige talking on the phone.
"Oh. Terri, I've got to go. He just came home." Paige hung up, and noticed her parents looking at her.
"Were you talking about me?"
"What? No, Dad, I was not talking about you. Why would you think that?"
Mr. and Mrs. Michalchuk shook their heads.
"Oh, I don't know. Just a suspicion. Where's your brother?"
"Right here." They heard Dylan say from the stairs. He and Marco came in, and sat next to each other on the couch, Marco keeping his head down, avoiding the Michalchuk's eyes.
"Okay," Mrs. Michalchuk started carefully. "Marco, Mr. Michalchuk and I were... doing some talking last night, and we think it's best if you begin seeing a therapist. We did some research, and we found one by the name of Elvira Bregar. She is supposed to be the best in the providence."(1)
Marco reluctantly looked up.
"I have to see a therapist? Why? What could she do for me?"
"Marco-"
"Wait!" Paige yelled, standing up. "Before we go any further, will someone PLEASE tell me what is going on!? Why does Marco need a therapist? And why was he bleeding? And why did he have broken ribs? WHY!?"
Everyone stared at Paige for a moment, before Mr. Michalchuk finally spoke up.
"Marco, do you mind? She has a right to know."
Mrs. Michalchuk turned her head towards her husband.
"What do you mean, she has a RIGHT to know? It's Marco's business, and he doesn't have to tell her."
"I mean, she's the only one in this family who DOESN'T know. And besides, she's been through this, Marco. She might be able to help."
Paige raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow, wondering what they were talking about.
-WHAT have I been through? How can I help? And why can't they just come out and tell me what's going on!?-
"Fine, I guess you're right." Marco said, sounding unconvinced. When he didn't seem like he was going to be the one to speak up and tell her, Mr. Michalchuk took over.
"Paige, Marco told his parents that he was gay, and so, in an effort to 'fix' him, Mr. Del Rossi forced him to have intercourse...with him." Marco flinched at these words, and Paige gasped loudly.
"Oh my god! Oh... OH MY GOD!" Paige stood there, looking thoroughly disgusted.
"Eeeww...." Paige breathed. Then she sat back down suddenly.
-Well, I guess that explains everything. But gross, he did it with his own FATHER!? That's just not right....-
"Now, Paige," Mrs. Michalchuk said. "You can't tell anybody, you here? Not ANYbody."
Paige nodded slowly, still silent from the shock of it all. Then she looked over at Marco, who had his head hung in misery and humiliation.
-Eew, eew, not imagining. Not imagining....EEW! IMAGINING! Eew, eew, eew....-
"Okay, anyway, as I was saying. Marco, you really should go see this Miss Bregar. Therapy really helps, trust me. We've had experience." Mrs. Michalchuk said, glancing over at her daughter. Marco just continued to stare at his lap.
"Marco?"
Marco snapped his head up.
"Oh, s-sorry. Um, doesn't therapy cost a lot? I don't want you to spend any money on me; you're already doing way more than necessary. I-I'll be fine, r-really."
"Marco...." Mrs. Michalchuk sighed. "Marco, over these past six months, we have all really grown to love you. I practically think of you as my son."
"Hell, I was talking to this guy at work about you and Dylan and I referred to you two as 'my sons'. Even though you're DATING my son, so it's kind of weird to think of you like that." Mr. Michalchuk added, suddenly confused.
"Exactly. Um, dear, just don't worry about it. Anyway, Marco, sweetie, we don't care how much money we spend. Like I said before, we know how hard this is from Paige's experience, although, in your case, it's probably worse...." Mrs. Michalchuk was lost in thought for a moment, but quickly regained herself. "Marco, you really should go. Please. Just try at least one session."
After a moment, Marco nodded, and then went right back to staring at his lap again.
"Okay, Dylan, Paige, we need to talk. Marco, you may go watch TV or something."
Marco took the hint and stood up to leave.
"Kitten, you can go watch TV in my room. I'll be right there."
Marco smiled shakily at Dylan and left the room.
"Okay, Paige, Dylan, your father and I also researched another therapist. Well, a group therapy. It's all about how to treat young rape victims; you know, what not to do, what we CAN do to help speed up the healing, everything. I thought it would be very beneficial for us to attend."
Paige and Dylan both nodded.
"Is that all?" Paige asked. She was eager to get out of here; memories she'd really rather not dwell on were threatening to resurface. She would probably be having enough nightmares tonight as it was without having to stay here any longer and talk about it.
"Yes, that's all. Our session is next week, on Monday, at 5:15. I'll call Ms. Bregar and schedule a time for Marco."
"All right. I'm gonna go. I have to meet Hazel at the mall in thirty minutes." Paige got up and walked quickly up the stairs to get her purse. Dylan also got up, and followed Paige until they were out of their parent's hearing range. He put his hand on her shoulder.
"Paige, are you okay?"
Paige looked up at her brother and nodded.
"I just need to get out of here for a little while. But, you know, it WOULD really help if you gave me, ohhh, say, 30 dollars?"
Dylan shook his head.
"Noooo, I don't think so."
"Oh come on, PLEEEEEASE?" Paige begged, sticking out her lip. "There's this really great pair of hip huggers at the Body Shop, but I'm 30 dollars short! Just think how great I would look, and it would be all thanks to you, the bestest brother in the world."
Dylan rolled his eyes.
"Sorry, HON," He said, mocking Paige, who glared at him. "I'm taking Marco out to dinner at that new Greek restaurant soon, and I'll need all the money I can get."
Paige rolled her eyes and hit Dylan on the arm.
"Fine. I'll just beg for money around the mall(2)"
"Yeah, good luck with that."
Dylan turned at went into his room to find Marco sleeping on his bed.
-How can he be asleep? It's only 5:30!-
Dylan smiled, looking at how cute Marco was. He always looked so innocent when he slept. -Although, thanks to his father, he isn't completely innocent anymore.- Dylan thought angrily. With a sigh, he moved over to the bed and ran a hand through Marco's soft hair. He just didn't get how anybody, no matter how mean, could do anything to hurt Marco that badly. With another sigh, he lay down next to him, grabbed the remote and a potato chip bag lying on the bedside table, turned the TV to a hockey game, and just enjoyed being with his boyfriend.
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It was Sunday night, and Marco was in the church that he used to always attend with his family, back when they still loved him. He had asked Mrs. Michalchuk to drive him here; he had something to do.
Marco nervously walked up to the confession cubicle and stepped inside. He hadn't been here in a little while. Not since he had started dating Dylan. Then, he had felt guilty, because he wasn't SUPPOSED to be dating guys, and it had really helped him coming here and knowing he was forgiven.
As Marco knelt on the bench inside the cubicle, making the sign of the cross, he heard the priest's voice.
"Yes, my child?"
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been five months since my last confession." Marco said, trying hard not to stutter.
"What do you have to confess, my child?"
Marco took a deep breath.
"Well, I-I'm gay, and I came out to my-"Marco stopped. He couldn't say who had done this to him. His father would be so mad! But he couldn't lie in the confession.
"Um, okay. I came out to...someone close to me." Good enough. It wasn't a lie. "He didn't take it well, and he thought he would try to 'turn' me straight by...by forcing me to have sex with him." Marco paused, half-waiting for the priest to say something bad, or to start yelling at him, but the priest was silent.
"Um, and so, h-he kept this up for two weeks, and... I-I just feel terrible. I'm sure I could have prevented this, or stopped it after it started, b-but I just didn't. I...I feel so dirty, and like I don't deserve to live. I even killed myself, but Dylan brought me to the hospital in time." Marco stopped, breathing deeply. The priest, of course, hadn't really been saying anything the whole time, just the occasional murmur of "yes, I understand" and such. Marco took another deep breath, and started saying a prayer, the Act of Contrition, that every confessor had to recite.
"O my God,
I am heartily sorry for having offended thee,
and I detest all my sins because of thy just punishments
but most of all because they offend thee, my God
who art all-good and deserving of all my love
I firmly resolve, with the help of thy grace
to sin no more and to avoid the near occasions of sin."
Now that Marco was through, the Priest silently recited Our Father, (a prayer) and then again nine times more. Then he gave Marco a penance, for Marco to complete on his own after he left, and all would be forgiven.
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"So, how'd it go?" Mrs. Michalchuk asked Marco as she picked him up outside of church. She wasn't completely sure what he was doing, going to a 'confessional', but then again, she wasn't Catholic.
"It was fine." Marco replied as he got into the car.
"Good."
She pulled out of the parking lot, driving back to her house. She hoped Marco would say something; it was too quiet. The silence was awkward, at least for her.
"So, Marco, what is it exactly that you do at ?"
Marco glanced over at her, looking as if he had hardly heard her, but he answered.
"Well, first you...."
And so, for the rest of the way, Marco described what had happened.
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It was Tuesday, late afternoon. Marco was standing outside of Elvira Breagar's office. Dylan was there with him, having driven him there.
"You okay kitten?"
"Yeah, I guess so. This is going to be hard, spilling everything for the third time."
Dylan smiled.
"I know. But don't worry. You'll be fine. Now, I'll pick you up outside at five thirty, and then you can tell me all about it."
Marco smiled up at Dylan. He stood up on his tip toes to peck Dylan on the lips, and walked into the therapy room, saying goodbye to Dylan.
"Bye Marco. See you later."
Marco closed the door, and slowly turned around to find Ms. Bregar looking at him.
"Hello, Marco."
"Uh, h-hi."
"Sit down." She said, motioning to a chair. Elvira Bregar was an average-looking lady. She had dull brown hair, pulled back in bun, a sharp nose, and intense green eyes. Marco thought she looked slightly intimidating, sitting there in her tan suit, watching him.
"Uh, thanks."
Once Marco was situated, Ms. Bregar took out her notepad.
"Now, Marco, why don't you tell me the reason you are here?"
"Uh, d-don't you already know that?"
"Yes, but I would like you to tell me."
"Um, o-okay." Marco paused. He really didn't want to be here. But he didn't want to be rude to Dylan's parents. After all, they seemed to think this was the best thing for him. And who knows? Maybe they were right.
"Well, I-I'm here because I was...molested...and I need help in getting on with my life."
Ms. Bregar nodded.
"Well, you're in luck, because that's exactly what I plan on doing. Now, what exactly do you want to get out of this? What do you need help 'getting on' with?"
-Man, does she have to ask me questions? Can't she just sit here and talk about how I'm not alone and it's not my fault or something?- Marco sighed.
"Well, I would like to feel safe again, for one."
"Mm-hmm. How so?"
"Well, right now I just feel...vulnerable. I don't know. Like something horrible could happen at any second during the day, and I can't relax. And I don't want to feel like that any more."
Ms. Bregar scribbled something on her notepad. "Okay, what else?"
"Um, I-I...." Marco blushed. He really didn't want to say this next part, but he knew she would get it out of him eventually.
"I want to be able to be intimate with my, with my boyfriend." He glanced up at Ms. Bregar, expecting some sort of reaction, like at involuntary jerk, or something. But she just sat there, waiting for him to continue.
"Before...this happened to me...we were really close. I was almost ready to make love to him, but now, I'm just really scared. I don't think I could, and I'm also sort of afraid that Dylan will dump me because of it, even though when I think about it logically, I know he wouldn't. But I can't help feeling like he'll be disappointed."
Ms. Bregar nodded again, and wrote something in her pad.
"Any thing else?"
"Um, I-I don't think so."
"Okay."
"Um, okay."
An hour and several uncomfortably prying questions later, Ms. Bregar glanced at her watch and announced that the session was over. She stood up and walked Marco to her office door.
"Marco, you did very well for your first session. I know you'll be fine."
Marco smiled.
"Thanks. I hope so."
Ms. Bregar nodded and opened the door for Marco.
"I'll see you next week."
"Okay. Bye."
Marco stepped out of the office and let out his breath.
-Well, that was easier than I thought. I have to make sure I don't accidentally mention to Dylan that part about my wanting to be intimate....- Marco shuddered at the thought.
Marco walked to the elevator and reached out to push the 'down' button. But before he could press it, the elevator doors opened. Marco looked up to see his father glaring down at him.
"Marco. There you are."
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(sing song voice) Heh heh, I left a cliff hanger. Ha ha ha ha haaa, ha. I like this ending; it has so many possibilities....so many are running through my head! Hee hee....
So, what did y'all think? I hope you liked it! I'm pretty sure this was my longest chapter yet. And I can't believe I'm posting it already! I thought it would take me forever, with all the school, and my dad being on here ALL THE TIME. But, I guess I got lucky. Now, the next chapter isn't going to be posted for a little while, because I'm going on vacation. Ugh, and I'm leaving on October 1st, right before the new Degrassi comes on! THAT IS SO MEAN!!!! Grrrrr.... Well, for y'all's sake, I hope Marco and Dylan are in it! Okay, now everyone who reads this, PLEASE REVIEW! I need to know that people are reading this, so to all you people who read-and-leave, PLEASE take the time to review. Even if you just simply say, 'Z', that's fine, as long as I know your reading. Of course, that's kind of rude not to actually give me feedback, but hey, it's better than nothing!
(1)I think that's what they call 'states' in Canada. Right?
(2)Hah! It was so fun! I was at the mall this one time with a friend, and we wanted to buy this stationary set at Hot Topic, (the best store ever! And the guys there have piercings! YAAAY!) but we were like, 2 dollars short. So, we went around the mall, asking random people to give us 1 quarter. Well, actually, /I/ asked; she stood off to the side, embarrassed. So, after a little while, I gathered enough money, and we went back to the store and bought our stationary! IT WAS SO FUN! I had always wanted to do that.... EEEE!!
Okay, now for the poll. No, the poll results.
Who is MOST LIKELY to go skinny dipping?
Marco and Dylan together: 3
J.T.: 1
Sean: 1
Spinner: 1
Manny: 1
Now, I think that since Marco and Dylan got the most votes, they should actually go skinny dipping. We should all form a group with picket signs and march around the set of Degrassi. Hee hee....
Okay, now for the poll:
Who is most likely to next lose their virginity? Remember, Craig, Manny, and Paige have all already lost theirs. Oh, and if you think that the person you vote for will lose it to another virgin at Degrassi, make sure you include them in your voting too!
(1)Marco.
(2)Dylan.
(3)Spinner
(4)Yeah, yeah, you know who everyone else is. Just vote already!
Okay, one more thing, please. There's this poem I wrote, and I want to know if it's good or not. And since I have nobody here to ask, I'm asking you all. Please tell me exACTLY what you think!
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Thinking of You
At night I lye awake,
Thinking of you with every breath I take.
And when sleep finally comes,
I dream of you until morning dawns.
Then when I wake in the morning light,
I can't stop thinking of you, though try as I might.
Because I hate thinking of how you might never be mine,
But then I smile and think, maybe you will be, in time.
And so I continue thinking of you throughout the day,
Until night when in bed I lay,
Thinking of you,
As I always do.
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