Disclaimer: I own my original characters, Marco's stuffed tiger, and the dagger. I used to own Slade's car, but someone stole it so he couldn't drive around to see Marco anymore.
Spinner: -whistles innocently-
Important Warnings: This chapter involves LOTS of slash, Marco getting molested, out of character-ness (the results of a spell), femslash (yay!), and bad language.
Author's Notes: Look at all these reviews! Wow! I'm so happy!
Almost-never: I know, I know! There are no supernatural ficcies for Degrassi. It's wrong! Thank you for reviewing, it means a lot when people do that. Dylan/Marco is wonderful, and hey, the Cure! Whoo! They rock my socks. It's so cool their making a comeback.
Enigmus: -giggles- All right, their gonna get together, soon kay? Just be somewhat patient. Thank you for reviewing!
Fox eye: I don't know if there are any AU Degrassi, at least I don't think there are any slash ones. -sigh- Ah, and how can you say Slade is evil! He's too pretty to be evil! -giggles- I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Just-nikki: Me and my friend tried to do mind speak a few times. The weird thing was, one time we were trying to read each other's minds, and it actually worked! I know, I love Mozzy too! I'll be waiting for my cookie! Hope you enjoy this chap, cause as I sure as heck did.
KinseySix: Hey, I know you too! -laughs- I was all like giddy last night because I saw you had reviewed, so I had to write another chapter. And gosh, are Marco and I the only ones who like Slade? So sad! Heh…there's Ellie/Paige fun in this chapter! Oh yeah and everyone, go read her story 'Wonders'. And while your at it, read 'Pretty Girl' too. Well…after you've reviewed this…
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Chapter Six: Love Potion Number Nine
I can't believe I let you talk me into this spell, Rom Baro.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this outfit!"
What's wrong with your outfit? I think you look pretty fly for a white guy. (1)
"…"
What?
"All right, one, I am not white. I'm Italian. And two…did you just quote an Offspring song?"
Is that bad?
"No…it's just…well…never mind!" I shake my head slightly. "That wasn't the point of the conversation."
Then what was the point?
"The point is that this costume makes me look ridiculous!" I cry in frustration. She merely tilts her head to the side, staring at me.
How so? she asks, her voice holding fair amounts of annoyance and anger.
I blink at her, since the flaws of this costume are so obvious it doesn't take a genius to point them out. When all she does is blink at me, I sigh, realizing that I actually am going to have to explain why this is so utterly ridiculous that I can not possibly be seen in public wearing this costume.
Or rather…lack there of.
I'm wearing a red sleeveless top, with a black leather vest over it. What's even worse about them -besides the fact that they fit like a second skin- is that they stop just below my naval. Which, all right, wouldn't be so bad if the red -yes, leather, yes, skin tight- didn't seem to be riding so low on my hips. I found some old, clunky, black boots to go with this costume…thing. There is a leather band around my forehead, my black hair brushed out over it so you can only see it in the front. On the side of my belt is a plastic sword, which actually looks pretty real. The handle is golden -painted gold, but you know what I mean- adorned with emeralds and rubies all around it.
"This is too tight. And look at these pants! I can barely move in this thing! And what's with the deal around my head? What am I supposed to be?!"
It's not too tight, Rom Baro, so calm down. I think you may have just gotten it one size too small, or something. Maybe your just fat…
I look down at her, a glare on my features as I scowl. "I am not fat…and again you blame this on me. I didn't pick this out," I remind her. She yawns and waves her paw at me carelessly, signaling that this conversation is over. I knew I shouldn't have let her pick out my costume. I knew it, knew it, knew it! But what did I do? I let her pick it out anyway!
It was on the day we went out to get some new spell ingredients. After running into Spin at the Dot, I decided on what spell I could do, something that I could use for practice and something that could help out my friends. Mozzy kept going on about how a love spell would blow up in our faces, and I tried to convince her that it wouldn't, but she just wouldn't listen to me! So…I bargained with her. If she let me do the spell, she could pick out my costume for the Halloween dance. I don't know why she wanted to pick out my costume, she just did. I guess I was just to pre-occupied with the fact that I would be doing a real spell to notice what she picked out for me.
I shake my head, frowning as I grab the bottom of my shirt and pull, attempting to make it cover the rest of my abdomen. I let out a small groan of frustration when it just barely moves. I can hardly breath in this thing!
"What am I supposed to be?" I ask her again, still fiddling with the pants and tank top, trying to move one up or down in hopes of hiding some more skin.
A type of warrior. I thought you would like it. You're always watching that Hercules show.
"I don't even know if Radidge will even let me in like this."
You look fine! Now, hurry up and get your things, or you'll be late.
"Right," I say, sighing as I give myself another glance in the mirror. I walk over towards the window, kneeling down so I can reach the small caldron -yes I have a caldron, laugh it up, but it comes in handy- sitting on the floor. I grab a clear, plastic bottle that has been sitting beside it and carefully -very, very, very carefully; it's extremely difficult to get potions out of the carpet- poor the light red substance inside. Once the bottle is filled, I quickly grab the cap and put it on, tightening it as much as I can; wouldn't want this stuff spilling out everywhere. I stand up, clutching the bottle in my right hand. Suddenly a frown begins tugging at my lips as I realize that I have nowhere to put this. I mean, I can't very well just walk into school holding a bottle of suspicious liquid in my hands, can I? I sigh heavily as I also realize that this costume doesn't exactly have a place for this. "Now what am I supposed to do?"
Mozzy walks over to me, settling down on her hind legs right at my feet. You could always leave the potion here…
"Uh-uh, no way. I'm wearing this stupid…ow!…stop scratching me! I'm wearing this…interesting…costume, so I get the potion."
All right. I still can't believe I am allowing you to do this.
"Why?" I ask, tilting my head to the side as I begin kneeling down to her level. "I mean, it's not like I'm using it for myself. I'm using it to help my friends. A few drops of this, and their love problems will be solved!"
Fine, she says, sounding irritated. You should take a jacket or something, that way you can hide the bottle in a pocket or something.
"Thanks girl," I say patting her head lightly. I stand up, rushing over to my closet and swing one of the doors open carefully, since it does have a hole in it and everything. I scan my eyes over the clothing, finally deciding on a simple black jacket. Well, not simple actually, since it has fur -fake fur, of course- around the hood and sleeves, but come on, what kind of jacket goes with this costume? I grab it and throw it on, pocketing the bottle in the front pocket. I turn around to see Mozzy hissing -a hissing that sounds suspiciously like laughter- and rolling on the floor. "Shut up," I tell her. I glare when she continues -she is laughing, I know it!- and walk to the door. Turning slightly before I go, I tell her "And don't worry. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?"
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I made it through the front door all right. I got some weird glances, and some cat calls, and I think that someone just grabbed my ass a few moments ago, but other than that, everything is perfect. I look over the crowd of costume clad teens, smiling to myself when I find the table where Paige, Jimmy, Spinner, Craig and Hazel are sitting. I look around for Ellie, but she's no where to be found. She better be here, since she promised me she was coming. Besides, she's one of the people I'm fixing up.
One of the many people I'm fixing up, actually.
She and Sean along with Craig and Ashley, Jimmy and Hazel, and Spinner and Paige. I know Spin and Paige are already together, but he seemed kind of worried or distracted about something at the Dot. It seems like the two of them have been drifting apart lately. I don't want that to him to him. I mean, he's my best friend, I hate it when he's sad. So it is my job to make sure that he gets the love of his life.
Frowning slightly, I realize I should be more gung-ho about this whole thing, but I'm not. I should be happy about this, right? I'm fixing up my best friend, making sure he gets the girl of his dreams to stay with him. Could I be…jealous? No, no! I can't be jealous! Spinner loves Paige, Paige loves Spinner, their soul mates. And I don't want…Spinner. He's like, a brother, or something. I shake my head, laughing at myself softly. Jealous. Ha! I have my own crush. I don't want Spinner. I don't. Stop accusing me of things!
I walk over to their table, waving slightly when Spinner looks up to see me. He blinks -in shock, I think- as I trot up to their table. "Hey guys," I say to them, gaining a few hey backs in response. Spinner is still staring at me. His eyes travel from the band around my forehead right to the tip of my boots, then back again. I blush slightly, pulling my jacket even closer to me.
"Stop gawking at him, hun," Paige says. He yelps and quickly pulls his knee closer to his body, so I'm assuming that just kicked him. Don't get me wrong, I feel bad for him, but it serves him right for staring at me like that!
"Uh…dude…what are you supposed to be?" Jimmy asks.
"I'm a warrior," I tell them sheepishly, suddenly finding the gym floor extremely interesting.
"A warrior with," Spinner begins, flicking the end of my jacket, "faux fur?"
"W-well yeah. I'm a warrior from…Alaska!"
"…right. You look more like a male hooker."
"Oh just…what are you?" I ask him, trying desperately to get the subject off of myself.
He gives me a grin and says, "I'm a soldier." He gestures to the dark green t-shirt he is wearing, the camouflage pants, and the black boots. He even has a green bandana tied around his head. I smile softly, since he does kind of look like a soldier; especially with those dog tags.
Jimmy, I assume, is a policeman, Paige is a mermaid -the skirt is made like tail, and she has on what looks more like a sports bra, but what she insists is authentic mer-wear-, Hazel is a gypsy -I resist the urge to tell her that no self respecting gypsy woman ever wears red, except for when they are married, but I couldn't really explain how I know that. What do I tell her? My cat informs me of all the gypsy customs?- and Craig is…I don't really know what Craig is. I tilt my head to the side, frowning at him. He notices me staring and sighs.
"Why do I have to tell everyone? I'm Adam, the AFI pirate!" (2)
"…o-oh," I say, nodding my head as if I see the resemblance.
"Dude, how many times do I have to tell you; Adam isn't a pirate!" Spinner says, knocking him on the head with his toy gun.
"Ow. He is too! I read it on an AFI message board! Besides…Marco looks weirder than I do…"
"No I don't," I retort, feeling myself blush slightly. "It's not my fault. Mozzy's the one who picked it out anyway…"
"Isn't Mozzy your cat?" Spinner asks in confusion.
All eyes turn to me and I shrug, giving them a nervous smile. "Um…I uh…well…who's thirsty?!" I question, standing up abruptly. "Good. I'll just go get us all some drinks!" I tell them brightly, never even giving anyone a chance to inform me to whether or not they really are thirsty.
I rush over to the concession table and grab some plastic cups, mentally thanking God that the punch is red anyway. I pour about four cups -one for Craig, Sean, Jimmy and Paige, because their really the ones who need the extra push to start the relationship- and, scanning around to make sure no one is looking over here, I reach for the bottle. Now, after I put a few drops of this in, whoever drinks it will find it impossible to be away from the girl/guy they have feelings for. So, obviously, Craig will go to Ash, Sean to Ellie, Jimmy to Hazel, and Paige to Spin. It's a flawless plan!
"Need some help?"
I squeak, nearly spilling the entire potion out onto the table as I jump up. I turn around, narrowing my eyes slightly as Spinner grins at me. "You didn't have to sneak up on me like that!" I tell him, a bit embarassed that he startled me.
He just smiles. "I wasn't sneaking. Just thought you might need some help with this."
I sigh, realizing that I should just send him back, since I can't let him see me putting the potion into the drinks; even if some help with all these cups would be nice. I turn towards him, prepared to tell him to get away, only to see his gaze somewhere besides my face.
"Spin?" I ask, tilting my head to the side. He pulls his eyes away to meet my gaze. "Were you looking at my sword?"
His eyes widen and he gulps, shaking his head quickly. "What? No!"
"Are you sure? I could have swore you were…"
"It's just your imagination!" he tells me, his voice cracking slightly as he scratches the back of his head nervously.
I blink at him in confusion, then smile. "You want to play with my sword, don't you Spinner?" He cheeks redden slightly, and I can't help but laugh at the flushed expression on his face. "If you wanted it all you had to do was ask! Here you go…"
"No! Marco I do not want to play with your sword! I don't want anything to do with your sword!" he yells loudly. A few people turn and look at us strangely. He notices and glares at them, causing them all to turn back around.
"You're kind of weird, you know that Spin?" I ask him, laughing as I pull the fake sword out of my hilt. I hand it to him. He looks down at it, staring blankly and blinking a few times in confusion. "You wanted my sword, right?"
"Oh…that sword…I um…" He snatches it quickly, then turns around, mumbling how 'I can get my own damn drinks' under his breath.
I merely blink at him. All right…that was odd. Wonder what got Spinner so flushed? Oh well. I grab the bottle and pour the potion into them quickly, screwing the top back on the bottle as soon as I do. I grab them and head over to the table, smiling at them…and a still blushing Spinner. I give him a weird look as I hand Craig, Jimmy and Paige their drinks.
"Here you go!"
"I'll take that one," Hazel says, reaching forwards for the cup.
"Um…no. You can't have this one!"
"Why not?"
"Because…it's uh…it's contaminated. I have to go back and get some more!" I nod and hurry back to the table, shaking my head. God I hope this works. When I get there, I see Sean -who is dressed up in his usual clothing, wonder what he's supposed to be? A wanna be rapper?- standing there, looking over the crowd. "Hey!" I tell him brightly. "You know, you look thirsty. Here…drink some of this!" I say, handing him the cup.
He looks down at it, then back up at me, giving me a strange glance. "No thanks," he says. "I'm busy."
"Looking for Ellie?" I ask him knowingly. He doesn't say anything, so I shove the drunk in his hands. "Come on, you know that they say."
"No, what do they say?" he asks me, obviously not amused.
I blink at him, opening my mouth once or twice. "Uh…you can't get the girl…unless you've uh…drunk your punch?" I say hopefully.
He rolls his eyes and takes a large gulp from the drink. I smile, extremely proud of myself. I turn, looking back over at our table to make sure that everyone is drinking their punch. I see Dylan over there, and smile sadly as I watch him sipping on a cup of punch. I think the others are drinking their stuff, but I can't tell. I turn back, grabbing another plastic cup so I can pour the rest of them -and myself- a drink. I still need to find Ellie, too.
"Hey…" Sean says, and I glance back at him. "You know, this dance is getting really lame. How about you and I…you know…just get outta here?"
I blink at him, raising an eyebrow. "Me and you? But I thought you wanted to look for Ellie…?" I ask him, confused. He shakes his head and takes a step forward, grinning as he puts the cup down.
"I think I've changed my mind…" he whispers before reaching up and grabbing my jacket, pulling me closer to him. My eyes widen and I quickly place my hands on his chest, pushing him away.
"Uh…I gotta jet!" I turn around and begin scampering towards the boys wash room. What was that? Was it just my imagination or was Sean about to…kiss me? Well he seemed like it. I reach the wash room and swing the door open, looking myself over in the mirror. "It's gotta be the costume…" I mumble to myself as I slide my jacket it off and lay it on the counter. I shake my head, sighing softly as I run a hand through my hair.
"Marco?" I hear a voice question. I turn, smiling when I see Craig in the door way. He returns the smile and steps inside, walking over to me.
"Hey," I tell him. "Man…you scared me at first. I thought you were someone else…"
"Who?" he asks me.
I just shake my head, continuing to smile at him. "No one," I say. I glance up at the clock, blinking when I see that it's already been about fifteen minutes since I gave them all their drinks. The spell should be working by now…
I look up to see Craig staring at me. I give him a little smile and reach for my coat, beginning to head out of the door. "See 'ya in there, man," I tell him. I take a few steps, only to feel a hand being wrapped around my wrist. I yelp when I'm pulled back, then pressed against the outside of one the bathroom stalls. "Uh…C-Craig?" I ask him timidly.
He grins at me, raising a hand to brush away a few locks of hair. "I don't know how I didn't see it before…" he murmurs.
"See w-what before? Craig? What are you doing?" I say, trying not to sound to freaked out…which I am.
"You," he answers, and suddenly the hand that was resting all nice and docile by his side rises up, running his fingertips over the exposed skin of my abdomen. "Your beautiful…" he whispers and leans forward, his lips mere inches from mine. I try desperately to move my head away, lifting my hands so that I can push him off of me.
"Get. Away. From. Him."
We both look towards the door to see Jimmy standing there. I sigh in relief. Thank God! He's here to save me….I hope.
Craig glares at him and tightens his grip on me. "No," he says. "Now go away!"
"No way. Marco's mine."
What? Oh man…this must have something to do with the spell! I must have screwed it some how…and now they want me. I knew I shouldn't have been cheap and gotten the jasmine instead of sage! Or it really is costume….I'm betting on the potion. Oh…well…damn!
Jimmy begins stalking forwards, his eyes fixed on Craig's as he does. Craig looks back at me, giving me a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry," he says, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. "I won't let him get you!"
He then turns towards Jimmy, both of them looking as if their about to rip each others heads off. Crap. I did mess the spell up. This is bad. Very, very bad!
"Step off my sex slave, bitches!" Sean yells as he swings the door open and rushes inside.
I blink at them all. Did he just call me his sex slave? What the hell?!
"He's my sex slave," Craig tells him.
"No, he's mine!" Jimmy says.
Sex slave? Where do these people get this crap anyway?! Soon they have all jumped each other. There are punches being thrown here and there, yelps and insults and 'no, he's my sex slave' echoing throughout the wash room. I watch them in horror, then suddenly I understand that while their fighting, I have a chance to escape. Maybe I can run home and fix this thing.
I begin heading towards the door again, quietly this time, making sure that they all continue to bash each other so they don't notice I'm getting away. I finally reach the door, my hand inching towards it slowly, until I wrap my fingers around the lever.
"Where is he?" Dylan -who is adorned in a grey business suit and black tie- shouts as he throws the door open, causing me to jump backwards quickly. He drunk it too, didn't he? Great…just great! He must have gotten some of Paige's drink. SHIT!
He looks at me, smiling happily. I give him a pitiful look, hoping he might take sympathy on me.
He doesn't.
I yelp when two strong arms are wrapped around my waist, throwing me over Dylan's shoulder. "Don't worry," he says, patting me on the back. I yelp again as his hand wanders to my ass, giving it a quick squeeze before he begins heading out the door. "Everything will be just fine. I'll take you home, and we can watch some TV, then I can get out those handcuffs I've been saving…"
"If anyone is going to chain him up, it will be me!" Craig yells defiantly. I look down to see him lunging towards Dylan's legs. I peer down at him, and he gives me a grin before moving in for the kill and biting down on Dylan's ankle.
Dylan growls and drops me on the ground. I fall -butt first, ouch!- on the ground, and hit my head against one hand dryers. I cry out in pain, wincing when I finally hit the tiled floor. Oh…God…that hurt! I think I hit every major bone in my body, my head is pounding like a jack hammer, and this floor is like…really sticky. Don't they ever mop in here? Honestly…!
I look up through teary eyes -hey, that was really painful, and you try being molested and being called a sex slave without wanting to cry- to see Jimmy, Sean, Craig and now Dylan still fighting. I sniffle, tears of frustration spilling onto my cheeks.
Suddenly, the door to the wash room opens again. I look up, to see Spinner walking into the wash room. Spinner! He can save me! He didn't drink anything. He couldn't have. He stares at the group of fighting boys, then looks down at me. "Marco? Why are you crying?" he asks.
"I only wanted to help!" I say, the tears coming faster now. "I wanted to make everyone feel better so I…and then it messed up…and they were molesting me and c-c-calling me their sex slave and then Dylan…and Craig…and now my ass hurts!"
All right…um…probably not the best way to thread that sentence together, but I'm somewhat hysterical, all right. Spinner's eyes blaze and he looks at them all, and suddenly I realize just how wrong that all sounded.
"Wait Spin, they didn't…"
"You bastards!" he screams, causing them all to stop fighting -well most of them do, but Jimmy still continues to punch Dylan in the stomach- and look at him. "I'll kill you all!"
Damn, damn, damn, damn! I bang my head against the back of the wall, then cry out in pain, suddenly remembering that I have a minor head injury. I look at the boys to see Spinner jumping on Craig's back, his hands wrapped around his neck. I think Spinner might actually kill them. This is so not good.
"What the hell is going on in here?"
I look up to see Paige, Ashley, and Ellie enter the room. Ashley is wearing a skin tight black dress, and I smile. Morticia Adams; good choice for her! I look at Ellie's outfit, slightly confused. She's wearing a black and purple corset, a dark purple tutu, and some fishnet stalking. She looks at me, smiles, then turns her attention back to Paige.
"See? I'm not the only one who came as a prostitute."
"I'm not a prostitute! I'm an Alaskan warrior!"
"What the hell is going on here?" Ashley repeats.
I look up at them and sigh. "Craig, Jimmy, Sean and Dylan are trying to make me their sex slave and are fighting over who gets to keep me."
They all blink. "Um…okay…" Paige says. "But why is Spinner fighting?"
"He thinks they gang banged me."
"Oh…well then…"
"Did they?" Ellie asks.
"No. They only molested me."
"Ah…" she says nodding.
Paige glares, then begins stomping up to them. "Stop it right now!" she yells.
"Shut up," Jimmy tells her, dodging a kick from Craig.
"Yeah," Craig adds; in a raspy voice, since he's still being choked.
"Spinner, if you don't stop this instant, then I will…"
"No one cares!" Dylan yells.
"Yeah, just…go make out with Ellie or something!" Sean adds.
She huffs, glaring at them all. "Fine!" she cries angrily. She marches back over towards us, grabs Ellie's shoulders, and kisses her.
I think time just like…stops for a few seconds…everyone in the room pausing to stare in wide-eyed fascination. Ellie's expression is completely horrified, until Paige begins pulling her even closer. Then her facial features change…and she starts to kiss back.
Well then. Now that's a new development.
Suddenly I find myself being hoisted onto someone's shoulders again. At first I am horrified, only to find that it's Spinner who is carrying me now. I look back to see Craig, Jimmy, Sean and Ashley staring at Paige and Ellie -who are still making out, this is so strange, but oddly it fits- and Dylan, who is smiling happily and murmuring something about how 'it runs in the family'.
I clutch onto Spinner's shoulder, holding on for dear life. He runs through the gym, and a few people look at us. I smile to them all and wave happily, trying to pretend that this sort of thing happens everyday. We finally make it to the front doors. Spinner kicks them open and rushes outside. We -well, he, since he's still carrying me- continues running until we're all the way out of the parking lot. When we are, he stops, breathing heavily. I slide off of him, then sink onto the ground. He sits beside me, taking in a deep breath.
"Hey Spin…thanks for…saving me," I pant.
"No…problem…dude."
I sigh, leaning back against the gate the we stopped near. I look over at him, giving him a tired smile. "I want you to know that Craig…and Dylan…didn't do anything…to me."
"Really?" he asks breathlessly, turning his head to the side to face me. "I thought they…you know…"
"No," I tell him shaking my head. "No one even kissed me! They tried…man I screwed up…" I trail off. "Mozzy is going to kill me. I should have listened to her."
He pats my shoulder. "No man, it's not your fault. Their just twisted idiots," he assures me.
I laugh softly. "Thanks." I look down at my watch and sigh, glancing back over at the gym. "I should get home," I tell him. I need to find some sort of spell or something to fix this. I begin standing up, only to find myself being pulled back down into Spinner's lap. I land awkwardly, so I'm kind of straddling him. I gulp as the hand he wrapped around my wrist begins pulling me closer. "…Spin?" Come on, not him too! He couldn't have drunken it. I mean…there was nothing left. I don't think he'd drink after Dylan or Craig or Jimmy, and I know he didn't after Sean, since I was with him and everything.
"So I'm wondering, how exactly are you going to repay me for saving your virtue?" he asks, grinning.
I gulp again and try wriggling away from him, but he wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me even closer, effectively trapping me against his chest. My head is buried into the crook of his neck, his heavy breathing right near my ear. This is not happening! Still keeping the arm around my waist to keep me from moving away too much, he lets go of my wrist and places his hand underneath my chin, lifting my face up. I take in a shaky breath.
"Look, Spinner, you don't know what your doing, and I…"
He puts his finger against my lips, effectively stopping whatever protest I had. He smiles softly -weird, I know, but everything about tonight has been weird- and leans in.
"I know. How about you be my sex slave?"
Before I can do anything else, he moves his hand away from my mouth, only to replace it with his lips. He starts kissing me, softly at first, only to pull me even closer -if it's even possible at this point. Well, he obviously thinks it is, since he's still trying to- and deepen it. I push against his chest, trying to get away, but it's kind of hard with my arms trapped between us like this. I try to move again, but his arm only tightens, and his kiss only deepens. His other hand is gliding through my hair, tugging my head at an odd sort of angle so he has better access to deepen the kiss.
I'm…I'm freaked out and I'm really tired, and he's not being overly rough or demanding, and he smells really good, and it's been a long time since I've been kissed…
So, after trying everything my brain can think of -and being exhausted and having someone's tongue sticking down your throat is very distracting, so it's not like I can think of many things anyway- I stop struggling, give in, and kiss back.
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(1) You know that Offsping song where their like 'Give it to me baby, uh-huh, uh-huh, and all the girls say he's pretty fly for a white guy?' Well I saw that video the other day, and it reminds me of Spinner so I put it in this fic.
(2) I really was on an AFI message board, and someone called Adam the AFI pirate. I couldn't think of anything for Craig to be and I was listening to The Art of Drowning when I wrote this chapter.
-blushing- Did I write that?
Spinner: YES!
Paige: YES!
Ellie: YES!
Marco: My ass still hurts…
Your supposed to be excited!
Marco: I am…but I'm still in pain…
All right. Heh…-still blushing- I seriously can't believe I wrote that. I need therapy, I swear. All right well I warned you so please don't flame me. Please review though, and come back next time to get the answers to these burning questions; Will Marco be able to fix what happened? Did Spinner get some of the potion, or did he molest Marco of his own free will? And where was Slade? Are our other couples ever going to get together? Please review!