Disclaimer: Um…I own my ocs, the plot for this story (I'm pretty sure…) and that's it. And the costume Marco was wearing, but someone stole that too, so now Marco's been walking around in nothing but his black jacket!

Spinner: We really should catch this thief…

Is that red leather I see behind your back?

Spinner:…no!

Author's Notes: Wow, look it, more reviews! I got like…a bunch within the first few hours of posting. The last chapter was my inspiration for the story, actually. See when I was writing my Spinner/Marco I was like, now I need an idea someone's never used before. Well basically me and the voices in my head had this whole conversation where we were like, "yeah, let's have people molest him…because their under a spell…and Marco has the spell cause he's a witch." Yeah…that's pretty much how it went. People like this story more than I thought they would. Yay!

Dense: Nice name, eh. Ah but see, I don't think Spinner and Marco are that unlikely. Well…that's probably because I'm convinced that their madly in love with each other, so there you go. Thank you for the review.

Enigmus: Glad you liked it. Well I can tell you that Spinner and Marco are going to get together in this little piece of fiction, because I believe in happy endings. Twisted, unconventional, demented endings, but happy none the less!

Bridget N formerly jiggychu: I like your name. It's…interesting. My story rocks, yay! And I'm thinking about writing another Degrassi fic. It's where Marco gets hypnotized, and now he thinks he's a six year old, and someone (either Spinner or Craig, can't decide) has to take care of him. -laughs manically- It just screams for slash.

Cyanide Anytime: Oh my God, that poem on your bio page, the 'Vampire' is sooo good! I friggin loved it! Ever think about writing some type of fic based on it? -giggles- You could have Marco fall for a vampire…named Spinner or Dylan. What? Dylan gives out a sort of vampire vibe! -coughs- Anyway, thank you for adding this little piece of twisted ness to your favs. I appreciate it!

Your-sins-into-me: I love your name. You got it from 'Silver and Cold' -the best song ever written- right? Yes the Genocide song is the greatest! Go Vash! So you think Slade might be the bad guy? Hmm…well I can't say yes, but I can't say no either. I personally think Slade is kind of sweet. Oh well. Thank you for the review!

Fox eye: Yet another person who thinks Slade is the bad guy. Lol. He is pretty, but he's sweet too. Doesn't anyone like him besides me and Marco? -sigh- Oh well! Thank you for reviewing, and I'm glad you're liking it so far!

Mein Dame: Oh, oh, I loved the 'and now my ass hurts' line too! It was such fun. I needed Spinner to be Marco's hero in here, plus I wanted him to fight. Glad you found you it amusing! Oh and hey, your fic, which I forget the name of -heh- when are you going to update it? It looks so good! Peace out!

Almost-never: Aw, thank you! I love perverted and twisted humor, and yay, cause I'm not the only one who gets it. Your review was so nice, and it made me giggle, and my mom was just staring at me…she thinks I'm crazy, and a vampire, but that's a whole different story. You think I'm insane? Lol! That's so funny, cause that's exactly what the voices in my head tell me! Damn annoying little voices…

Isdule07: I'm almost always too lazy to sign in! Especially since my computer is now the biggest piece of crap ever. But thank you for the kind review and I'm glad your enjoy this twisted little piece of fiction. I am!

KinseySix: Writing all that slash was fun, but damaging…I seriously think I lost some brain cells writing all that slash. You wanna be my friend? Really? Wow! I feel like…all special…cause I love Pretty Girl -and Wonders, can't forget about that- and it made me giggle when I saw you reviewed. Love me double? Neato! It's weird, cause lots of people really do tell me they love me. -laughs- I'm just a big, albino-like, loveable freak, or so I've been told.

Well, thank you all for reviewing! You rock! -hands out brownies to everyone who reviewed- I hope you all enjoy this next chapter too!

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Chapter Seven: Aftermath

Mozzy gave me the longest lecture I've ever gotten when I got home last night. She kept yelling at me about how 'I can't go around messing with peoples emotions' and 'I shouldn't be such a damn cheap ass and should have just gotten the jasmine'. You know, the usual stuff a teenage boy gets after he comes home from just being molested by all of his closest male friends…and Sean.

God last night was a complete, total, and utter failure. Absolutely nothing went like it was supposed to. I was supposed to slip them the potion, they were supposed to get all lovey dovey, and then I was supposed to sit back and be happy because I was the one who had helped them get to that wonderful stage.

But noooo! Things always have to get screwed up, don't they? I always have to be cheap and get the sage, and the spell always has to get messed up, and then people always have to come and molest me!

All right…always might be a bit of an exaggeration. Still, it really was awful. I figured out what happened though. Turns out, it was the sage. It had a different effect than the jasmine did. Instead of the potion causing them -Craig, Jimmy, Sean and Dylan, who was supposed to be Paige, but again, nothing ever works out right!- to express their feelings for the people they truly cared about, the potion made them come to the person who had made it. Me.

So, yes, that was why they were all molesting me; it wasn't just the costume. It was a very traumatic experience, actually. Having all of them…fighting over me, referring to me as their 'sex slave'…it was creepy. It reminded me of him. Especially in the bathroom, when Craig had me pressed up against the stalls. I was afraid; I was seriously, honestly afraid of what one little potion had done to them. I had turned them into sexed-crazed predators! And yes, one might argue that this is the description of practically ever teenage boy on the planet, but not these teenage boys.

Well…maybe Sean…since I don't know him all that well.

With one little screwed up potion, I'd turned my best friends, my former boyfriend, and some guy I don't really know, into him. And God, that is probably the worst feeling I've ever had. Watching them all fight each other, hearing them talk like that…how could I have done that? How could I have been so incredibly stupid as to think that I could ever possibly do anything right?

It wasn't supposed to be like that. I was just trying to help. I was just trying to get them all together for Halloween, because I hate seeing them sad and alone; I hate seeing them all sitting around with that dead look in their eyes sometimes because the one person that could bring life back to them is only a breath away, but their just to scared to go over and admit how they feel. It was supposed to be fool proof! Any idiot could have pulled it off, but I couldn't.

I just couldn't. I was thinking about it -brooding, as Mozzy likes to call it- last night, and I was going through the what ifs. You know, the 'what if I had gotten the jasmine,' and the 'what if the spell had worked correctly.' Well, what if it had? Would they still have acted the same? Would they have gone off to Ashley and Ellie and Hazel like that? Would they have done the same things to them as they had to me?

What if that's what it had been like. What if I had just given them the potion, assumed it worked, and came home? Would I have gotten a call from Ellie the next morning, listening to her hysterics as she told me about how Sean attacked her in the parking lot? Would I see Ashley at school, retreating even further into herself because Craig had come to her house when no one was home? Would I see Hazel, straying away from everyone and hiding behind Paige because Jimmy had went too far?

It's morbid, I know, but what if it had happened? Spinner wouldn't have been there to save them. In fact, if things went like I thought they would in this twisted hypothetical 'what if', he would have been too busy getting groped by Paige -and loving it, no doubt- to save them. I just couldn't help but think…

And what if Spinner hadn't saved me? What if I'd been alone in the bathroom when Craig or Dylan or Sean or Jimmy came in there? What if the potion had gone a little bit too far? What if…

I thought about, ran over all of the what ifs in my mind, and I realized I was crying when I saw all the little wet droplets forming on Serge's dark fake fur. I couldn't have lived with myself. There are too many what ifs, too many to even think about, each one of them possibly ending up darker than the other.

Mozzy was right, I should have never done it. I didn't think about the consequences. I thought that, hey, I'll give them all a love potion and everything will be dandy! But it didn't turn out to be a love a potion. Love is something pure, something which comes from the heart and soul and makes butterflies flutter in your stomach, something that makes you want to jump and dance and scream at the top of your lungs. What happened last night wasn't love. It was lust.

It was teenage boys, with racing hormones, and a magical spell that caused the already small amount of rational brain cells -the ones in a young mans mind that tell you to think your heart, not your pants, the ones that tell you to give the girls or guy the flowers, the ones that tell you when the other is saying no and you have to stop now- to decline even more. You do the math. You do the what ifs. It isn't a nice thought, now, is it?

The spell wasn't meant for that. It was just supposed to take that feeling of love and make the person express it. Instead it made the person take a feeling of lust and express it. Now, there is always one, good, sure fire way to express your lust for someone else, whether the other person wants it to be expressed or not.

And, all right, if I had been an outside observer, I probably would have thought last nights incident -with them fighting and stuff- was hilarious. But thinking about…going over every single detail in my mind…I only want to cry. I want to cry because of what I did to them, what I could have done to them if the spell had 'worked' or if Spinner hadn't saved me.

I couldn't let them remember that. I wasn't going to let them keep awful memories of what they'd done the night before. Well actually I was contemplating letting Paige and Ellie keep theirs, but I couldn't, since if I did, they would have also remembered the whole 'hey, weren't all those boys trying to make you a sex slave last night?', and that would just defeat the entire purpose of erasing 'those boys' memories in the first place.

After Mozzy yelled at me -for at least a full hour- we went down to Rajko's. I told him what happened. He laughed about it -especially when I told him about my slip up on words and how Spinner attacked Craig for me- but he stopped when I saw he was crying. I spilled to him, about how I thought things might have went. He comforted me, a bit, but he did tell me that my what ifs weren't too far off the bat. Apparently I'm not the only kid who's screwed up a few love potions, but I did get by with the least amount of scars.

I still shiver when I think about the way he said those last few words to me.

He lectured me, too. You're never, ever, ever supposed to be stingy when it comes to the right ingredients. And it takes a very strong witch to pull off a love potion correctly. He also yelled at Mozzy, and they got into some whole fight in Romany -I only know they were speaking that language since Rajko kept speaking out loud- about it, which ended with Mozzy getting upset and scratching him into submission.

It looked painful. And that reminds me…I should really clip her nails or something. Their like freaking machetes!

Rajko helped me with a spell that would make them all forget what happened. I asked him what he and Mozzy fought about. He gave me the vague over view of it, but spared any real details. Basically it summed down to this: Mozzy thought I was ready for a big spell, so she let me do a big spell, then she just got a bit careless, since all of her thoughts are on him right now.

I was ridiculously excited when he told me that. Mozzy thought I was ready for those big spells. I would never know it, what with the way she mocks me endlessly all the time, but apparently she has faith in me. Like I said, Rajko didn't tell me much. I guess he thinks that if she really does think I'm strong -which she must, or else she wouldn't even have let me try the spell, right?- that she can tell me herself. I wish she would hurry up with that.

Well, anyway, I took the spell and headed over to everyone's house. That's right, everyone, at around midnight. My mama and papa got some phone calls from angry parents and pissed off neighbors about all the ruckus, but I did my job.

First, I went to Craig's. The spell was kind of wearing off -I'd figured that after a few hours that the potion would have been working, so I didn't need anything to strong; thank God I thought about that- but he still tended to get a bit too close when he was trying to apologize for his behavior. I told him that it was all right, I understood, chanted a few words in Romany that I can't remember for the life of me, told him some bull story about how boring the dance was and how he just hung out with the guys and danced with a few girls while looking longingly at Ash -what? He does do that, ever since they broke up over Manny- and then the night ended. It worked, thankfully, and after a few minutes of sitting around and staring blankly, he finally came to.

Then, I headed to Ashley's. The same thing there, only I added the fact that she and Craig had an actual conversation without either one of them yelling or hurting the other. All right, I know, I should have just been glad with what I got, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to attempt with what I'd been trying to do earlier.

Then it was to Jimmy's -who also apologized profusely-, Hazel's -needed to tell her the same story as everyone else-, Sean's -who took the longest out of everyone to come back, but when he did come to, he asked very politely what the hell I was doing in his house and practically shoved me out of the door; nice when I could have put him behind bars for sexual harassment-, Ellie's -of course we did have a little chat about she and Paige, in which she admitted some interesting things to me; of course if I tell anyone she will gut me like a fish, so my lips are sealed-, the Michalchuk residence -Paige was not a happy camper, yelling about how she had been pressured into kissing Vampira, then admitting how she'd kissed her once before, but that was only on an accident and she had been feeling bad for her when she'd found out about Ellie's cutting; Dylan was apologizing as well, but did manage to cop a cheap feel when I was doing the spell- and I think that was about it.

Oh, well, there was Spinner too.

Can't forget about Spinner.

That was probably the hardest visit. I waited until around seven this morning, since I couldn't go last night. I tried, believe me. I walked right up to his door and was three seconds from knocking before I chickened out and ran away. I mean, how was I supposed to face him after what happened?

I don't know why I kissed him back, why I didn't try to stop him like I should have. Maybe it was because I was still confused as to why he was kissing me in the first place. Could he have drunk the potion? That had to be the only explanation. Because he is Spinner, and Spinner is straight, and he loves Paige, and he would never in a million years kiss me. But he did…and he did it with vigor. So it had to be the potion.

But, the thing was, he didn't drink the potion. I didn't see him do it. Dylan had obviously drunken Paige's -it explains why he was all over me and she wasn't- so Spinner couldn't have taken any of hers. I really doubt he would have taken any of Craig's or Jimmy's. And there was no way he had any of Sean's.

So what then? Did he do it…did he do it because he wanted to? I tried not to think about, but I couldn't help it. It was only logical to assume that if he hadn't had the potion -which I really don't think he could have- then he did it of his own free will. But if you think about it, that's not logical at all. Is it? No, no it can't be. It just…I mean it couldn't be, right? Spinner wouldn't ever have those kind of feelings for me.

I realized that a long time ago. I got over it. Not like there was anything to get over really; Spinner was Spinner, and he always has been and he always will be. The only thing that I could ever be to him is a friend. I understand that, I accept that, because he's a great guy, and he's a great friend. My best friend, in fact. And all right, I can't deny it, the thought has crossed my mind. A best friend and a boyfriend? Yeah, that'd be great, but not realistic. I remember when he was convinced I had a 'man crush' on him. It was stupid, but partly true. I can't help it…well couldn't help it. I can now, because I've gotten over the stupid little crush. I have. Really.

At least I think I have. Last night…well last night, when he was kissing me, I must have just forgotten about the fact that I knew he was straight and that we were just friends and that I don't even think of him like that anymore. Maybe that's why I kissed back. I just…forgot…everything.

Maybe it was just that I hadn't been kissed in so long. I feel bad thinking that, though. I feel like I was just using him as some source of comfort or something. That I was letting him kiss me just because I'd missed the action, not the person.

I don't know what it was, and I've given up on trying to figure it out, actually. All I know is I did, and I'm ashamed to admit it, but I liked it. I shouldn't, I know, it's wrong and I'm twisted and I need professional help, but I liked the fact that I was sitting in my best friends lap, with his hands gliding through my hair and over my arms and chest, with his lips on my lips and my neck…I liked it all. I enjoyed it, and hell, I participated in it. Although you wouldn't know, since I'm really the only one with bite marks on my neck. I swear…Spinner must be some type of vampire or something. No, I really think he is. He's so pale, and kept biting me and…oh well uh…I'll just skip the details about the biting and his other odd vampire-like tendencies, at least when it comes to making out.

We were kissing, and touching, and…doing things I never thought I'd ever do with Spinner, when all of a sudden a car comes out of the parking lot -must have been a drunk driver or something- and swerved, barely missing us. Needless to say we jumped up and ran like hell; we wouldn't want to be run over, right? When the car left, we were both standing in the middle of the parking lot, breathing heavy, faces flushed. He looked over at me, like he was going to say something, but stopped. We just…sort of…stared at each other for a little while. Then I got tired of staring, so I ran.

Yeah, I ran home, and I told Mozzy everything. I couldn't just stand there. What was I supposed to do? Just stand around and see if he meant it when he suggested I be his sex slave? I couldn't…I mean I just…I was way too confused.

And I was still too confused when I came to his house at about one in the morning, which was why there was no way I could go in there. I snuck back home and thought about it some more, and still came up with a blank. I still had no idea why we kissed; if it was the potion, free will, or if he was just drunk or high or something equally as bad. I had no choice but to erase his memory. I tried to find a way around it, I did, especially when I realized how disappointed I was going to be when I looked him in the eye and remembered that he had forgotten everything that happened last night.

I had -have- no reason to be disappointed. Do I? I mean, sure, there's a microscopic chance that Spin did it of his own free will, that Spin likes me in that way and -doubtful as it is that was his reason for kissing me- he could actually want a relationship. But…I mean…who am I kidding. This is Spinner we're talking about; Mr. Gavin Mason. I knew a long time ago that he was straight; I known for a long time ago that he doesn't want me.

But now, after everything that happened, it hurts to remember that.

I went to his house. He met me on the front porch and we did some more staring. It was extremely…awkward was the only was to describe it. I wanted to ask him, but how would I word it exactly. 'Oh hey Spin, before I do this spell on you to make you forget everything that happened, why did you kiss me? Did you feel as if you were under a spell, or did you do it because your deeply, madly, and passionately in love with me and couldn't hide it anymore?'

Ha. Spinner, deeply, madly, and passionately in love with me? Right. Of course I couldn't say that to him, so I didn't. I didn't really say anything. I just did the spell and told him the story I told everyone else, and left. I didn't even wait until he woke up -the spell kind of knocks a person out, which was when I gave them all the story to fill up their empty memories-, I just left. I couldn't be there when he opened his eyes.

I've been lying in bed all day, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about last night. I try not to, but my thoughts drift there anyway, and I really can't help it. That's pretty much it; just lying around, thinking, brooding, crying every now and then when my thoughts get just a wee bit morbid.

Oh, yeah, Slade called.

I asked him why he didn't go last night. He said that he had been out of town with his parents, visiting a sick grandmother. It was kind of sweet, like him. Slade is sweet, and nice, and smart, and gay, and hot, and available, and hot, and he likes me, and I did mention he was gay and hot and available? Because he is…all of those things…unlike Spinner. Well…I mean…Spinner isn't, but he is, but he isn't, you know?

Oh…you know what I'm trying to say.

He asked me how the dance was. I told him it was uneventful, since that's going to be everyone else's story. I gave him the same story I did everyone else -excruciating detail and all, I was surprised he didn't hang up the phone- and he actually listened. He even made comments. We talked for over two hours. And it was like we were talking about absolutely nothing. He made me laugh like I haven't been able to laugh in a long time. And for about 52 minutes -the other 68 were spent half listening/half talking/half thinking about last night; yeah, I know, that would technically be one and a half, but leave me alone, I didn't get much sleep last night- I didn't even think about Spinner.

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Right. I didn't know where to stop it.

Marco: Could have fooled me!

Spinner: Hey, I don't think you answered all the burning questions. I mean, we don't even know if I groped him out of my own free will or I drank the potion?

And your not going to know. I plan on leaving tiny loose ends throughout the whole ficlet. So it's up to you guys. Could Spinner have drunken some one's potion, or did he just give into his want for Marco since it seemed like everyone else was? Or was he just high and horny?

Spinner: Hey!

-laughs- Ah, I may tell you guys sometime…depends. I don't even know actually. And another note, this story was much more angsty, depressing, and disturbing then I wanted it to be. Last chapter was meant for humor, but Marco's thoughts on it was the angst for this story. -sighs- Review...and I'll love you forever! Plus I'll give you brownies...