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.
Disclaimer: I can't believe I forgot to add this to the first few chapters... oops! Well I don't own and if you do sue me all you will get a piece of paper with phone numbers on it.
Warnings: Slash, harsh language, and some kissing between two dudes...
A/N: Sorry about the delay on the chapter... I had an ice storm awhile ago... I wrote alittle of the story then... but I saved it on my comp to write later and I remembered about it a few days ago... So yeah... Ice wars are fun... except they kinda hurt...
"He is in Mark's room, you little perv," Mark's father told Geeky.
"Yes yes I know, but he will be mine!" Geeky exclaimed.
"I'll be in the downstairs study, that is downstairs," he told him leaving the room.
'Dil, you are so beautiful,' Geeky thought to himself, staring at his long term crush. 'I always hoped you were gay. Now we can be together after I get rid of this freak.'
Geeky glared at Mark, who was lying peacefully next to Dil. Dil had his head on Mark's chest, which was rising a falling with each breath that Mark took. Their legs were intertwined, and Mark had a protective arm around Dil's waist. Their hands were lightly grasping as they slept. Both looked so peaceful, so perfect together.
'One day Dil, one day soon,' Geeky thought leaving the room.
Geeky walked downstairs and into the study. Mark's father was sitting on a big brown leather chair.[1]
"This Saturday is the concert," He said, smirking.
"I will get more information."
"Good, now leave little perv," Mark's father told him.
"Aye sir," Geeky replied leaving the study.
He quickly left the house and out into the cold air. Mark's father let out an evil laugh as he watched Geeky leave.
'The plan is working just fine. Mark will be with someone worth his time, a girl,' he thought walking upstairs and into his room. 'Just like his mother and I.'
"Mark," Dil whispered in the dark. "Please tell me we didn't have school today."
"What? Oh shit what time is it?" Mark replied in a tired voice.
"It's almost 9," Dil told him grinning.
"Heh, we were supposed to be in first period."[2]
"I'm gonna be in so much trouble if my parents find out..."
"Oh well, I'm still tired," he replied falling back to sleep.
"Lazy ass," Dil mumbled drifting off to sleep.
The two woke up awhile later and stumbled downstairs. They figured out rather quickly that Mark's mother and father were not home. Dil sat on the plastic covered chair while Mark when to find something to eat.
"You know I'm thinking about getting a tattoo. What do you think?" Dil asked him.
"That would be cool, if you get one what is it going to be?" Mark replied walking into the living room with two bowls of Lucky Charms.
"Don't know, maybe a dragon," he replied. "Where the heck is your remote?"
"On the entertainment stand thingy."
"Get it for me?"
"Get it yourself, lazy ass."
"You know you love my ass."
"Fine, fine," he told him getting up and getting the remote for Dil.
"Thanks," he said with his mouth full.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Mark told him grinning.
"Okay, mommy."
"That was below the belt."
"Yeah whatever," was mumbled as he turned the TV on and going straight to Fuse.
"We are like obsessed with this channel," Mark said laughing lightly.
"Yep."
The two sat there watching music videos for awhile. Hoobastank's video for 'Out Of Control' came and the phone started to ring. That caused both boys to jump and fall off the chair. Mark got off the floor and went to answer the phone.
"Hello?" he asked.
"You are still together... Break up with him soon," the voice told him. "Or else."
"Who the fuck is this?" Mark asked quietly to the dead line before hanging the phone up.
He walked slowly back into the living room. He sat back down on the chair and Dil was by his side instantly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, prank caller again."
"Heh, you know what I just realized?"
"What?"
"We didn't have school today."
"That's not cool, I was hoping to actually skip school for once," Mark said, pouting.
"You're weird, but now we can actually go get my tattoo today!" Dil exclaimed, a blinding grin planted on his face.[3]
"Yeah alright, are you sure you actually want to get this done?"
"Yep, yep."
"Well alrighty then let's go get ready and we can go stop by your house."
"Ten bucks says my parents are pissed off," Dil told him laughing.
"If they are home," Mark mumbled.
"Yeah true, let's go get ready," he said with an evil grin.
"What are you planning little one?" Mark asked.
"Nothing," came the almost too innocent reply.
"Riiiight."
Dil ran up stairs and into Mark's room to find some clothes. Mark sighing deeply followed.
"Alrighty Kitty..."
"Purr," Mark said cutting him off.
"... you're first to get ready." he finished ignoring Mark.
"But I don't wanna!"
"Don't make me force you in the bath," Dil threatened.
"Go for it!" he replied smirking.
"Freaking perv," he said under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, just go shower."
"Yes, Duckie," he said grinning.
They looked at each other and started to laugh. After about two minutes of laughing they were gasping and slowing to chuckles.
"That has to be one of the dumbest pet names ever," Dil said chuckling.
"No, it is creative!"
"Ok it was 'creative'," he said doing the quotes on his fingers.
"That's what I thought, good duck!"
"Fuck off, Kitty!"
"How 'bout I just fuck you?"
"How 'bout you go shower before I leave you."
"Fine," he said walking out of the room with a towel in hand.
Dil sat on the bed and looked around the room. Slowly getting to his feet he walked down the hall and stood outside the bathroom door. He could hear Mark starting the shower, and he wished he could be in there with him.
'To enter or not to enter? That is the question,' he thought to him self checking to see if the door was unlocked.
The knob turned and Dil laughed out loud. He turned and made his way back to Mark's room to find his clothes. He finally found them under the bed, as he stood up he saw Mark in the door way.
"You have the cutest ass," he commented.
"Really?" Dil asked looking Mark over.
Mark stood there with a black towel hanging loosely on his hips. His hair was also hanging loosely, and he looked like he had just come in from the rain.
"I knew you can't resist my good looks and charming smile," Mark commented, grinning widely.
"Riiiight," Dil replied shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts that seemed to crawl into them. "I'm gonna go shower... a nice cold one," he mumbled.
"What was that, Duckie?"
"Nothing... nothing at all," he replied walking out of the room towel in hand.
"Weird little one, isn't he?" Mark said to himself.
Dil walked into the room with only a towel on. Mark saw this out of the mirror as he was applying his eyeliner. He turned to look at the towel clad boy and his jaw dropped.
"Ha! You can't resist my good looks now!" Dil exclaimed grinning.
"I'll wait for you in the hall," Mark commented walking out of the room.
"Alright," Dil replied to an empty room.
He left the room in black pants and a red shirt. His hair falling softly to his shoulders.
"You know, you look better without the gel in your hair," Mark commented as Dil left the room.
"Really?"
"Nope," he said laughing.
"Oh," Dil replied, acting sad.
"I'm sorry."
"Whatever, let's go to my house."
"Yeah, alright," he replied, following Dil out of the house.
A/N: Yo! Did you miss me? I bet you didn't! Well yeah this chapter took me like two weeks to write... Not my fault I get distracted easily! What did you think of the chapter? Tell me! Next chapter... Dil get's his tattoo and I'm not sure what else is gonna happen yet...
[1] You know the chairs that are in the movie... The boss' chair or whatever
[2] Going by my school time...
[3] I don't know why I wanted Dil to get a tattoo...
Review thanks:
Spice of Life: Foil!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for the review! ::grins:: Well I shall talk to you later... you get the chocolate and tuna that is in my almighty Vans! GOAT MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Benji's Riot Gurl: Power to the guitar picks!!!!! I have like a lot of them... I just don't know where they ran off to... Warning never set a guitar pick on fire... they are really really flammable... trust me I know! ::insert evil laugh here:: Well thanks for the review... you get a huge poster of Benji! Enjoy!
A/N2: I didn't get many reviews for that chapter... ::frowns:: I will beg for reviews if I have to! ::grins widely:: Five reviews for next chapter! Push the pretty purpleish button... or as many people call it periwinkle or whatever! ::grins:: I'm leaving now! bye! Aim: FucEmotions Yahoo: Lakiepoo89 Leave an email addy in the review and I shall email you when an update happens...
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.
Disclaimer: I can't believe I forgot to add this to the first few chapters... oops! Well I don't own and if you do sue me all you will get a piece of paper with phone numbers on it.
Warnings: Slash, harsh language, and some kissing between two dudes...
A/N: Sorry about the delay on the chapter... I had an ice storm awhile ago... I wrote alittle of the story then... but I saved it on my comp to write later and I remembered about it a few days ago... So yeah... Ice wars are fun... except they kinda hurt...
"He is in Mark's room, you little perv," Mark's father told Geeky.
"Yes yes I know, but he will be mine!" Geeky exclaimed.
"I'll be in the downstairs study, that is downstairs," he told him leaving the room.
'Dil, you are so beautiful,' Geeky thought to himself, staring at his long term crush. 'I always hoped you were gay. Now we can be together after I get rid of this freak.'
Geeky glared at Mark, who was lying peacefully next to Dil. Dil had his head on Mark's chest, which was rising a falling with each breath that Mark took. Their legs were intertwined, and Mark had a protective arm around Dil's waist. Their hands were lightly grasping as they slept. Both looked so peaceful, so perfect together.
'One day Dil, one day soon,' Geeky thought leaving the room.
Geeky walked downstairs and into the study. Mark's father was sitting on a big brown leather chair.[1]
"This Saturday is the concert," He said, smirking.
"I will get more information."
"Good, now leave little perv," Mark's father told him.
"Aye sir," Geeky replied leaving the study.
He quickly left the house and out into the cold air. Mark's father let out an evil laugh as he watched Geeky leave.
'The plan is working just fine. Mark will be with someone worth his time, a girl,' he thought walking upstairs and into his room. 'Just like his mother and I.'
"Mark," Dil whispered in the dark. "Please tell me we didn't have school today."
"What? Oh shit what time is it?" Mark replied in a tired voice.
"It's almost 9," Dil told him grinning.
"Heh, we were supposed to be in first period."[2]
"I'm gonna be in so much trouble if my parents find out..."
"Oh well, I'm still tired," he replied falling back to sleep.
"Lazy ass," Dil mumbled drifting off to sleep.
The two woke up awhile later and stumbled downstairs. They figured out rather quickly that Mark's mother and father were not home. Dil sat on the plastic covered chair while Mark when to find something to eat.
"You know I'm thinking about getting a tattoo. What do you think?" Dil asked him.
"That would be cool, if you get one what is it going to be?" Mark replied walking into the living room with two bowls of Lucky Charms.
"Don't know, maybe a dragon," he replied. "Where the heck is your remote?"
"On the entertainment stand thingy."
"Get it for me?"
"Get it yourself, lazy ass."
"You know you love my ass."
"Fine, fine," he told him getting up and getting the remote for Dil.
"Thanks," he said with his mouth full.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Mark told him grinning.
"Okay, mommy."
"That was below the belt."
"Yeah whatever," was mumbled as he turned the TV on and going straight to Fuse.
"We are like obsessed with this channel," Mark said laughing lightly.
"Yep."
The two sat there watching music videos for awhile. Hoobastank's video for 'Out Of Control' came and the phone started to ring. That caused both boys to jump and fall off the chair. Mark got off the floor and went to answer the phone.
"Hello?" he asked.
"You are still together... Break up with him soon," the voice told him. "Or else."
"Who the fuck is this?" Mark asked quietly to the dead line before hanging the phone up.
He walked slowly back into the living room. He sat back down on the chair and Dil was by his side instantly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, prank caller again."
"Heh, you know what I just realized?"
"What?"
"We didn't have school today."
"That's not cool, I was hoping to actually skip school for once," Mark said, pouting.
"You're weird, but now we can actually go get my tattoo today!" Dil exclaimed, a blinding grin planted on his face.[3]
"Yeah alright, are you sure you actually want to get this done?"
"Yep, yep."
"Well alrighty then let's go get ready and we can go stop by your house."
"Ten bucks says my parents are pissed off," Dil told him laughing.
"If they are home," Mark mumbled.
"Yeah true, let's go get ready," he said with an evil grin.
"What are you planning little one?" Mark asked.
"Nothing," came the almost too innocent reply.
"Riiiight."
Dil ran up stairs and into Mark's room to find some clothes. Mark sighing deeply followed.
"Alrighty Kitty..."
"Purr," Mark said cutting him off.
"... you're first to get ready." he finished ignoring Mark.
"But I don't wanna!"
"Don't make me force you in the bath," Dil threatened.
"Go for it!" he replied smirking.
"Freaking perv," he said under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, just go shower."
"Yes, Duckie," he said grinning.
They looked at each other and started to laugh. After about two minutes of laughing they were gasping and slowing to chuckles.
"That has to be one of the dumbest pet names ever," Dil said chuckling.
"No, it is creative!"
"Ok it was 'creative'," he said doing the quotes on his fingers.
"That's what I thought, good duck!"
"Fuck off, Kitty!"
"How 'bout I just fuck you?"
"How 'bout you go shower before I leave you."
"Fine," he said walking out of the room with a towel in hand.
Dil sat on the bed and looked around the room. Slowly getting to his feet he walked down the hall and stood outside the bathroom door. He could hear Mark starting the shower, and he wished he could be in there with him.
'To enter or not to enter? That is the question,' he thought to him self checking to see if the door was unlocked.
The knob turned and Dil laughed out loud. He turned and made his way back to Mark's room to find his clothes. He finally found them under the bed, as he stood up he saw Mark in the door way.
"You have the cutest ass," he commented.
"Really?" Dil asked looking Mark over.
Mark stood there with a black towel hanging loosely on his hips. His hair was also hanging loosely, and he looked like he had just come in from the rain.
"I knew you can't resist my good looks and charming smile," Mark commented, grinning widely.
"Riiiight," Dil replied shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts that seemed to crawl into them. "I'm gonna go shower... a nice cold one," he mumbled.
"What was that, Duckie?"
"Nothing... nothing at all," he replied walking out of the room towel in hand.
"Weird little one, isn't he?" Mark said to himself.
Dil walked into the room with only a towel on. Mark saw this out of the mirror as he was applying his eyeliner. He turned to look at the towel clad boy and his jaw dropped.
"Ha! You can't resist my good looks now!" Dil exclaimed grinning.
"I'll wait for you in the hall," Mark commented walking out of the room.
"Alright," Dil replied to an empty room.
He left the room in black pants and a red shirt. His hair falling softly to his shoulders.
"You know, you look better without the gel in your hair," Mark commented as Dil left the room.
"Really?"
"Nope," he said laughing.
"Oh," Dil replied, acting sad.
"I'm sorry."
"Whatever, let's go to my house."
"Yeah, alright," he replied, following Dil out of the house.
A/N: Yo! Did you miss me? I bet you didn't! Well yeah this chapter took me like two weeks to write... Not my fault I get distracted easily! What did you think of the chapter? Tell me! Next chapter... Dil get's his tattoo and I'm not sure what else is gonna happen yet...
[1] You know the chairs that are in the movie... The boss' chair or whatever
[2] Going by my school time...
[3] I don't know why I wanted Dil to get a tattoo...
Review thanks:
Spice of Life: Foil!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for the review! ::grins:: Well I shall talk to you later... you get the chocolate and tuna that is in my almighty Vans! GOAT MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Benji's Riot Gurl: Power to the guitar picks!!!!! I have like a lot of them... I just don't know where they ran off to... Warning never set a guitar pick on fire... they are really really flammable... trust me I know! ::insert evil laugh here:: Well thanks for the review... you get a huge poster of Benji! Enjoy!
A/N2: I didn't get many reviews for that chapter... ::frowns:: I will beg for reviews if I have to! ::grins widely:: Five reviews for next chapter! Push the pretty purpleish button... or as many people call it periwinkle or whatever! ::grins:: I'm leaving now! bye! Aim: FucEmotions Yahoo: Lakiepoo89 Leave an email addy in the review and I shall email you when an update happens...