We Make Our Own Choices
Summary: Dil and Mark have been going out for three months. Things are going good until something happens, forcing Mark to realize that he is danger to Dil. Will he end it or will he ignore it? This contains slash... Please don't read it you don't like it... I don't like flames saying crap like 'Your story is sick' and crap like that.
Warnings: Slash, harsh language, and some kissing between two dudes...
A/N: Hey!!! I am going to continue for as long as I can!!! ::grin:: Guess what I have done!! I have written out the final chapter... I had an awesome idea for it and I knew I was going to forget it if I didn't write it! So I should actually finsh this story... I hope... ::sigh:: Well on with the story...
"Dil!!" Tommy yelled from the other room.
"Yes?" He yelled back.
"Come here, real quick," was a yelled replied.
"Ok coming. I'll be back, don't leave ok?" Dil joked.
He got up off the bed and walked slowly to the door. Turning around to see Mark staring at him, his biology book resting in his lap. Dil turned and walked down to Tommy's room. Staring at the dark black carpent, and sighing at the softness of it, he made it to his older brother's room.
"You rang, oh great one," Dil said sarcasticly.
"Mom and dad said Mark can spend the night. Dil, if I hear anything, anything at all tonight, I will kill you!" he said in a teasing voice.
"Tommy! We aren't even that far yet!" Dil exclaimed smiling.
"You better go get his stuff with him."
"You are right, thanks Tommy. We'll hang out later on tonight with you, or do you have band practice?"
"Dil, if we had band pratice than you would have to come. You are after all the bassist."
"I thought you guys were replacing me with Lil!"
"Joke, little bro, it was a joke."
"Riight, I'm gonna go now. Bye T." Dil told him before exiting the room.
He sighed as he entered his room and walked over to his bed. He sat down next to Mark who was currently engrossed in the biology book.
"You can stay tonight, let's go get your self," Dil told him.
"But Dil!!!" Mark whined. "I'm reading right now, can't we go later?"
"No, mom and dad want us to go now," Dil mocked.
"Fine."
The two got up off the bed and exited the room. Dil, currently, leading Mark through the house and out the door. The cold air hit the two boys hard, considering the fact that they didn't have a jacket on and it was currently late summer, early fall. They walked in silence, slightly grasping hands. It seemed that no one was outside today.
The two arrived at Mark's house, it was at the end of the street. The house was painted a dark blue, it was just painted. The lawn was still green and the leaves on the trees starting to turn colors. The air around the place as nice and warm, it felt welcoming. They walked up the path and into the house.
The inside of the house was different however. It was clean, to clean for a normal family. The chairs covered in plastic and the house smelled of alcohol. It give off a cold, not welcoming vibe. It was completely different from the one Dil got from outside. Mark's house has always been like this, that is why he usually went over to the Pickle's house.
They trudge upstairs and into Mark's room. It was nice and clean, the bed was perfectly made, not a wrinkle in the blanket. His books were currently in a book case and in order from when they were published. No soda can, or plate of food was present in the room. No clothes were on the floor, not even a dirty sock. The posters on his wall were completly straight.
"Wow, it's clean for once," Dil commented.
"Yeah, mother is having guest tonight," came Mark's reply as he packed his bag.
He stuffed in an outfit for the next day and a few cds. He got his favorite blanket from the closet and put it in the bag. He got a pillow from his bed and carried it. Mark finshed packing and left the house. Mark walked out, without even saying bye to his parents. They walked in silence back to the Pickles' house.
"Mom! We are back!" Dil called walking up the stairs with Mark closely behind him.
"Ok," came her reply.
Dil and Mark, walked back into his room and settled on the bed, after locking the door. They threw the books off and laid down. Mark was holding Dil from behind and drifting off into dreamland. Dil laying there thinking about nothing and enjoying the warmth he was recieving.
"You aren't sleeping are you?" Dil asked noticing how Mark's breathing was becoming deeper and peaceful.
"Huh? No, not me!"
Dil turned so the he was facing Mark and looked into his eyes. The space once again grew smaller and smaller. Lips, once again, met in soft kisses, that soon turned more urgent and passionate. Pretty soon, both boys were making out. Hands roaming everywhere, touching skin. Mark pulled back, knowing that if this continued he may not be able to stop.
"That was nice," Dil remarked nuzzling his head into the other guys chest and sighing contently.
"I must agree, Dil, when will we tell people about us?" Mark asked.
"Soon, how bout this weekend!" Dil exclaimed.
"That sounds good, but how do you think they will react?"
"We have been friends for all of our lives. I'm seriously hope they accept us. If they don't then they can bend over and take it up the ass!" he told him grinning.
"Heh, I hope so too, but we are in this together right?"
"Yes, now let's get some more studing done," Dil told him getting up and getting the books off the floor.
A/N: What did you think? Did this chapter really suck... I thought it did... Well I hope you enjoyed it. I'll try to have the next chapter out tomorrow or something.... maybe after bowling! Wish me luck... Maybe tomorrow I'll actually break 200!! Well I'm gonna leave and as always thanks for reviews.... Review for me? Make me happy!!!! Oh and thanks to my reviewers!
Xx-One-Odd-Gurl-xX: You get a stuffed animal... You were the first reviewer... And are you sure that it is my story that you want on your website? I would be honored to have you put it up! ::grin:: I feel loved now!!!!!
Witchytara25: Thanks for the review, it made me smile! ::smile:: You get a cookie!
SilverMunky 10: I agree with you!!! GOOD CHARLOTTE KICKS ASS!!!!! You get a cookie!!!!
Junior: Thanks for the review... I really didn't mean to make the two stereotypical... It's just the way that I picture the two... but then again... my mind is kinda messed up... But yeah... you get a cookie!
A/N2: Ok... I'm gonna go now!!! Review my fic and tell me what you think!!! ::grin:: I hope you like it!!! Oh yeah... you now I honestly forgot that I added Simple Plan in the story... oops! ::grin:: But yeah! I love you!!!!!!!!!! First reviewer for this chapter gets a sock!!!! ::Grin:: or not... ::sad face::
Summary: Dil and Mark have been going out for three months. Things are going good until something happens, forcing Mark to realize that he is danger to Dil. Will he end it or will he ignore it? This contains slash... Please don't read it you don't like it... I don't like flames saying crap like 'Your story is sick' and crap like that.
Warnings: Slash, harsh language, and some kissing between two dudes...
A/N: Hey!!! I am going to continue for as long as I can!!! ::grin:: Guess what I have done!! I have written out the final chapter... I had an awesome idea for it and I knew I was going to forget it if I didn't write it! So I should actually finsh this story... I hope... ::sigh:: Well on with the story...
"Dil!!" Tommy yelled from the other room.
"Yes?" He yelled back.
"Come here, real quick," was a yelled replied.
"Ok coming. I'll be back, don't leave ok?" Dil joked.
He got up off the bed and walked slowly to the door. Turning around to see Mark staring at him, his biology book resting in his lap. Dil turned and walked down to Tommy's room. Staring at the dark black carpent, and sighing at the softness of it, he made it to his older brother's room.
"You rang, oh great one," Dil said sarcasticly.
"Mom and dad said Mark can spend the night. Dil, if I hear anything, anything at all tonight, I will kill you!" he said in a teasing voice.
"Tommy! We aren't even that far yet!" Dil exclaimed smiling.
"You better go get his stuff with him."
"You are right, thanks Tommy. We'll hang out later on tonight with you, or do you have band practice?"
"Dil, if we had band pratice than you would have to come. You are after all the bassist."
"I thought you guys were replacing me with Lil!"
"Joke, little bro, it was a joke."
"Riight, I'm gonna go now. Bye T." Dil told him before exiting the room.
He sighed as he entered his room and walked over to his bed. He sat down next to Mark who was currently engrossed in the biology book.
"You can stay tonight, let's go get your self," Dil told him.
"But Dil!!!" Mark whined. "I'm reading right now, can't we go later?"
"No, mom and dad want us to go now," Dil mocked.
"Fine."
The two got up off the bed and exited the room. Dil, currently, leading Mark through the house and out the door. The cold air hit the two boys hard, considering the fact that they didn't have a jacket on and it was currently late summer, early fall. They walked in silence, slightly grasping hands. It seemed that no one was outside today.
The two arrived at Mark's house, it was at the end of the street. The house was painted a dark blue, it was just painted. The lawn was still green and the leaves on the trees starting to turn colors. The air around the place as nice and warm, it felt welcoming. They walked up the path and into the house.
The inside of the house was different however. It was clean, to clean for a normal family. The chairs covered in plastic and the house smelled of alcohol. It give off a cold, not welcoming vibe. It was completely different from the one Dil got from outside. Mark's house has always been like this, that is why he usually went over to the Pickle's house.
They trudge upstairs and into Mark's room. It was nice and clean, the bed was perfectly made, not a wrinkle in the blanket. His books were currently in a book case and in order from when they were published. No soda can, or plate of food was present in the room. No clothes were on the floor, not even a dirty sock. The posters on his wall were completly straight.
"Wow, it's clean for once," Dil commented.
"Yeah, mother is having guest tonight," came Mark's reply as he packed his bag.
He stuffed in an outfit for the next day and a few cds. He got his favorite blanket from the closet and put it in the bag. He got a pillow from his bed and carried it. Mark finshed packing and left the house. Mark walked out, without even saying bye to his parents. They walked in silence back to the Pickles' house.
"Mom! We are back!" Dil called walking up the stairs with Mark closely behind him.
"Ok," came her reply.
Dil and Mark, walked back into his room and settled on the bed, after locking the door. They threw the books off and laid down. Mark was holding Dil from behind and drifting off into dreamland. Dil laying there thinking about nothing and enjoying the warmth he was recieving.
"You aren't sleeping are you?" Dil asked noticing how Mark's breathing was becoming deeper and peaceful.
"Huh? No, not me!"
Dil turned so the he was facing Mark and looked into his eyes. The space once again grew smaller and smaller. Lips, once again, met in soft kisses, that soon turned more urgent and passionate. Pretty soon, both boys were making out. Hands roaming everywhere, touching skin. Mark pulled back, knowing that if this continued he may not be able to stop.
"That was nice," Dil remarked nuzzling his head into the other guys chest and sighing contently.
"I must agree, Dil, when will we tell people about us?" Mark asked.
"Soon, how bout this weekend!" Dil exclaimed.
"That sounds good, but how do you think they will react?"
"We have been friends for all of our lives. I'm seriously hope they accept us. If they don't then they can bend over and take it up the ass!" he told him grinning.
"Heh, I hope so too, but we are in this together right?"
"Yes, now let's get some more studing done," Dil told him getting up and getting the books off the floor.
A/N: What did you think? Did this chapter really suck... I thought it did... Well I hope you enjoyed it. I'll try to have the next chapter out tomorrow or something.... maybe after bowling! Wish me luck... Maybe tomorrow I'll actually break 200!! Well I'm gonna leave and as always thanks for reviews.... Review for me? Make me happy!!!! Oh and thanks to my reviewers!
Xx-One-Odd-Gurl-xX: You get a stuffed animal... You were the first reviewer... And are you sure that it is my story that you want on your website? I would be honored to have you put it up! ::grin:: I feel loved now!!!!!
Witchytara25: Thanks for the review, it made me smile! ::smile:: You get a cookie!
SilverMunky 10: I agree with you!!! GOOD CHARLOTTE KICKS ASS!!!!! You get a cookie!!!!
Junior: Thanks for the review... I really didn't mean to make the two stereotypical... It's just the way that I picture the two... but then again... my mind is kinda messed up... But yeah... you get a cookie!
A/N2: Ok... I'm gonna go now!!! Review my fic and tell me what you think!!! ::grin:: I hope you like it!!! Oh yeah... you now I honestly forgot that I added Simple Plan in the story... oops! ::grin:: But yeah! I love you!!!!!!!!!! First reviewer for this chapter gets a sock!!!! ::Grin:: or not... ::sad face::