Title:Something New
Rating: PG-13 for themes and language
Characters: Marco, Spinner, Paige, Dylan, Ellie, Sean, Craig, Jimmy and some others
Pairings: Marco/Dylan, Spinner/Paige, Ellie/Sean, not sure of any others.
Disclaimer: Not a thing belongs to me. How I wish, though.
Author's Note: Please don't bother to tell me about the grammar or spelling mistakes in the journal entry. I'm well aware of them, thanks. It, after all, is Spinner's journal. Okay, and Spin's journal entry would happen/ he would write it after this chapter, so everything after that is kind of like a flashback . . . get it? I've also decided to put some Ellie/Sean in here, and some other things. Yup.
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[Journal entry 2]
Spinner Mason
I still think this journal assignment is dumb, but the thought of being stuck in this class for another is just . . . scary. Last weeks journal was boring. All I wrote about was me, and Ms. Kwan told me I should "focus more on my relationships with others". So I guess I could talk about my girlfriend Paige Michalchuk, and how shes the hottest gurl at Degrassi. What else could I say about her.
I saw marco after school today with her brother Dylan. I mean they were holdin and its still really gross. Not gross as in bad i mean. Gross as in weird. Seriously, guys are disgusting. We burp we fart we stink. So why would another guy choose too like guys? I know Paige says its not a choice but I really think if Marco just tried to go out with Hazel or some other hot girl than maybe things would be back to normal. but nothing is normal now.
Dont get me wrong. Im not homophobic. I would never beat up Marco cuz of what he is. But like today, I saw them walkin together and I don't know how to act around him. I still think its gross but Paige will break up with me if I say anything to them so whats a guy supposed to do? How can people even think that this is normal? but even when I saw them today I didn't call them fags or anything. Today at school I realized I was harsh but its not on purpose you know. Maybe I thought it but I never did say it which is good for me. And I still feel bad for marco being beat up by those guys but im not like that. I would never do that.
okay enough about him. Our band is kickin. We still need a name, though. I think Spinner On Drums is a great name, but not everyone else agrees. Jimmy even said, "More like Spinner on Ecstasy". Their all afraid to admit it, but I totally rule the band.
Yes!!! My time is up and I'm out.
[/Journal]
All day throughout school, Marco strained his eyes for a glimpse of Dylan in the hallway, cafeteria, library, or anywhere else, but it was all to no avail. He was beginning to worry: what if Dylan hadn't come to school that day? What if he'd forgotten about their plans? No, he wouldn't have - would he? It was hard to pay attention in class, but he did catch the small smile Kwan gave him as she handed his journal back.
"Marco," Ellie said, marching up to him while they were on a locker break. She was wearing her usual attire - all black, basically.
"Oh, hey Ell," he replied, with an oddly cheerful smile.
"I cannot believe you!" she said, shaking her head. "You tell me about your date -"
"It's not a date," Marco interrupted her, but she continued on with her sentence as though he hadn't.
" - your date with Dylan and you get off, like that! I'm supposed to be your best friend. I deserve details." Crossing her arms over her chest impatiently, Marco had to grin.
"There are no details. We're just hanging out after school to talk. You know, about," he lowered his voice, "what it's like."
"Well, fine. But I want a full report tonight."
Laughing, he mockingly saluted her. "Ma'am yes ma'am."
"Did you hear that, hun?" Paige remarked to Spinner, a couple of lockers over, after eavesdropping on their conversation. "Dylan didn't tell me they were going out tonight. Aw, they're so cute together."
"Yippee," Spinner replied with no enthusiasm, working hard to keep a disgusted look off his face. Sighing, he ran a hand through his scruffy hair. Wait, he had an idea. "Besides, he can't go."
Paige raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend, a skeptical look on her face. "Why not?"
"We have a band rehearsal tonight!" he improvised, nodding. "Most important one we're gonna have."
"You can reschedule."
"No, we've had this planned forever. And he knew about it, too!" Spinner's story was starting to get good. He'd just have to remember to tell Jimmy and Craig about it, to make it absolutely believable. Without saying anything else to Paige, he walked up to Marco.
"You're coming tonight, right?" he said, almost in a commanding tone.
"Coming where?" Marco said, looking completely confused.
Seemingly irritated, Spinner let out a huge sigh. "To our band rehearsal! With the - the contract guys coming!" His story was getting better by the minute. "You know, the one we've been planning for months -"
Marco was disgruntled. He didn't remember any remember any plans, and he really didn't remember any contract guys. "Oh - I - uh, have plans -"
"There you go, only thinking of yourself. Do you really want to pass the opportunity for our band to go big all for your boyfriend?" he continued, not even trying to fight off his revolted expression.
"What opportunity for our band?" Jimmy, who'd been walking down the hall and had caught snippets of what Spinner said, stopped and looked at him.
Laughing weakly, Spinner gave him a look that said plainly Go along with it! "Oh, Jimmy, such a kidder. You know - the rehearsal tonight -"
"I'm so sorry, Jimmy. I - I must have forgotten . . . I made plans with Dylan, but I guess I can cancel them -" Marco stuttered. A look of realization dawned on Jimmy's face, which soon changed to a glare aimed at Spinner.
"No, there's no rehearsal tonight. Don't listen to Spin." Marco too caught on to what was happening.
"I can't believe you. You are such a jerk."
"Fine, whatever. But don't come crying to me when there's trouble in fairyland," Spinner retorted, turning around to leave. "Or when your stupid gay crush turns out to be a -" His body made contact with another and he stumbled backwards, causing him to swallow the last word in his sentence.
"Turns out to be a what?" Dylan challenged, staring the younger boy down. Marco's face lit up at the blonde boy, though he tried not to show it.
"A - a really great guy," Spinner finished nervously, walking away quickly with a false sweet smile.
The four remaining laughed. "I just came over to see if we're still on for today," Dylan said to Marco, who beamed.
"Yeah, we are."
"Great. See you after school, then."
"Bye." As soon as Dylan walked away, Ellie gave a slight shriek and squeezed Marco's hand.
"So, what are you doing today?" he asked Ellie, turning back to his open locker with a permanent grin on his face.
"Uh, I'm hanging out with Sean."
"Sean? Sean Cameron?"
"Yeah."
"Why? Are you guys . . . together?" Marco said, eyes widening in surprise.
"No," Ellie said quickly. "We're just friends. I mean, he's a really cool guy. He's got a great taste in music, and -" The ringing of the bell cut off her next sentence, and Marco just nodded slightly. They each departed separately, but we're each excited about their plans for that day.
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When school was over, Marco grabbed his stuff and raced upstairs to the hallway that contained Dylan's locker, knocking down any kid that crossed his path. He'd gotten there so early that the hallway was barely filled, and Dylan wasn't anywhere in sight. Casually he leaned against a locker, not knowing which one was his. A few minutes later, he saw Dylan's golden curls coming toward him. He acted like he didn't notice, though, hoping to not look pathetic.
"Hey," Dylan said when he spotted Marco, looking surprised.
"Oh, hey," he said nervously. Was he supposed to wait outside? Was coming up here too much?
"Ready?" Marco sighed with relief as Dylan stuffed his things in his locker and pulled a sweatshirt over his head. He didn't look upset.
"Yeah."
They walked in silence through the hallways, until they got outside. Without facing each other, they continued their trek into the park. Finally, Dylan spoke. "I guess we have three options." He stopped and looked at Marco, who mimicked his actions. "One," Dylan continued, "is for you to talk and me to listen. And two is for me to talk and you to listen. Three is for us to both talk and listen."
Marco would have liked nothing more than to listen to Dylan talk straightforward. He was sure he wasn't ready to start talking himself, so he nodded and said, "You can start."
"We'll take turns then," Dylan compromised, sitting down on a bench in the park. Nodding again, Marco sat next to him. "What do you want to know?"
There were so many things about Dylan that Marco would have liked to know. He finally settled on one and asked timidly, "How'd you know? When'd you come out?"
Dylan laughed softly, and then leaned back, eyes clouded over in thought. Taking a deep breath, he launched into his story. "Uh . . . I made the hockey team a while back, and I had a girlfriend. Her name was Kaley. Nothing serious, of course, we were still young. But I mean, I really liked her but it . . . I guess I sort of just wanted to be friends, but I was afraid if I broke up with her, our friendship would be over too. Then I started realizing if Kaley wasn't my type, then what was my type? I just wasn't attracted to girls. Then one day in the locker room, my best friend Brett was changing next to me and . . . well, I think you can figure out the rest." The two laughed together.
"I guess my wondering eyes weren't a very good idea, because rumors started to spread around the hockey room. Finally I have up and I told my mom first and, uh, her reaction wasn't that great. She told me she was disappointed, and that it was way more trouble than it was worth." At the troubled look on Marco's face, he quickly added, "But she got over it soon. I mean, she still apologizes for it." He laughed. "She always knew I guess. Anyway, my dad tried to disregard it. You know, if you ignore it, it will go away syndrome. But as long as I continued to control on the ice, he was happy. And after awhile, my team realized they wouldn't get anywhere without me -" Pausing, he laughed again. "Humble, aren't I? Anyway, they saw that and eventually they left me alone about it.
"The other kids at school weren't nearly as cool. It got so bad that eventually Raditch had to intervene. I mean, we had an assembly because of it - God, that was horrible. If anything, the taunting doubled." Marco nodded understandingly. "And because I was the first one to come out, no one understood it. Guys hated me. I also realized my true friends though, so at least something good came out of it."
Somewhat numbly, Marco again nodded. "Okay," Dylan laughed, "my sob story's done." There was a comforting silence between the two, until Dylan reached over and put his hand on Marco's arm. His skin was tingling from the touch. And then behind them came a disgusting noise, and they both turned and saw Spinner quicken his pace as he walked by, looking revolted.
Dylan sighed. Another voice spoke from behind them. Turning their heads, they expected to find Spinner again. Instead, Jay and his "gang" were standing there.
"How's the date, Homochuk?"
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Don't worry, this won't be like a bunch of other stories. They're not going to get bashed seriously or anything like that. Anyway, reviews = happy author, so weview, please, whether you like it, hate it, or have no feelings whatsoever towards it. Thank ya.
Rating: PG-13 for themes and language
Characters: Marco, Spinner, Paige, Dylan, Ellie, Sean, Craig, Jimmy and some others
Pairings: Marco/Dylan, Spinner/Paige, Ellie/Sean, not sure of any others.
Disclaimer: Not a thing belongs to me. How I wish, though.
Author's Note: Please don't bother to tell me about the grammar or spelling mistakes in the journal entry. I'm well aware of them, thanks. It, after all, is Spinner's journal. Okay, and Spin's journal entry would happen/ he would write it after this chapter, so everything after that is kind of like a flashback . . . get it? I've also decided to put some Ellie/Sean in here, and some other things. Yup.
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[Journal entry 2]
Spinner Mason
I still think this journal assignment is dumb, but the thought of being stuck in this class for another is just . . . scary. Last weeks journal was boring. All I wrote about was me, and Ms. Kwan told me I should "focus more on my relationships with others". So I guess I could talk about my girlfriend Paige Michalchuk, and how shes the hottest gurl at Degrassi. What else could I say about her.
I saw marco after school today with her brother Dylan. I mean they were holdin and its still really gross. Not gross as in bad i mean. Gross as in weird. Seriously, guys are disgusting. We burp we fart we stink. So why would another guy choose too like guys? I know Paige says its not a choice but I really think if Marco just tried to go out with Hazel or some other hot girl than maybe things would be back to normal. but nothing is normal now.
Dont get me wrong. Im not homophobic. I would never beat up Marco cuz of what he is. But like today, I saw them walkin together and I don't know how to act around him. I still think its gross but Paige will break up with me if I say anything to them so whats a guy supposed to do? How can people even think that this is normal? but even when I saw them today I didn't call them fags or anything. Today at school I realized I was harsh but its not on purpose you know. Maybe I thought it but I never did say it which is good for me. And I still feel bad for marco being beat up by those guys but im not like that. I would never do that.
okay enough about him. Our band is kickin. We still need a name, though. I think Spinner On Drums is a great name, but not everyone else agrees. Jimmy even said, "More like Spinner on Ecstasy". Their all afraid to admit it, but I totally rule the band.
Yes!!! My time is up and I'm out.
[/Journal]
All day throughout school, Marco strained his eyes for a glimpse of Dylan in the hallway, cafeteria, library, or anywhere else, but it was all to no avail. He was beginning to worry: what if Dylan hadn't come to school that day? What if he'd forgotten about their plans? No, he wouldn't have - would he? It was hard to pay attention in class, but he did catch the small smile Kwan gave him as she handed his journal back.
"Marco," Ellie said, marching up to him while they were on a locker break. She was wearing her usual attire - all black, basically.
"Oh, hey Ell," he replied, with an oddly cheerful smile.
"I cannot believe you!" she said, shaking her head. "You tell me about your date -"
"It's not a date," Marco interrupted her, but she continued on with her sentence as though he hadn't.
" - your date with Dylan and you get off, like that! I'm supposed to be your best friend. I deserve details." Crossing her arms over her chest impatiently, Marco had to grin.
"There are no details. We're just hanging out after school to talk. You know, about," he lowered his voice, "what it's like."
"Well, fine. But I want a full report tonight."
Laughing, he mockingly saluted her. "Ma'am yes ma'am."
"Did you hear that, hun?" Paige remarked to Spinner, a couple of lockers over, after eavesdropping on their conversation. "Dylan didn't tell me they were going out tonight. Aw, they're so cute together."
"Yippee," Spinner replied with no enthusiasm, working hard to keep a disgusted look off his face. Sighing, he ran a hand through his scruffy hair. Wait, he had an idea. "Besides, he can't go."
Paige raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend, a skeptical look on her face. "Why not?"
"We have a band rehearsal tonight!" he improvised, nodding. "Most important one we're gonna have."
"You can reschedule."
"No, we've had this planned forever. And he knew about it, too!" Spinner's story was starting to get good. He'd just have to remember to tell Jimmy and Craig about it, to make it absolutely believable. Without saying anything else to Paige, he walked up to Marco.
"You're coming tonight, right?" he said, almost in a commanding tone.
"Coming where?" Marco said, looking completely confused.
Seemingly irritated, Spinner let out a huge sigh. "To our band rehearsal! With the - the contract guys coming!" His story was getting better by the minute. "You know, the one we've been planning for months -"
Marco was disgruntled. He didn't remember any remember any plans, and he really didn't remember any contract guys. "Oh - I - uh, have plans -"
"There you go, only thinking of yourself. Do you really want to pass the opportunity for our band to go big all for your boyfriend?" he continued, not even trying to fight off his revolted expression.
"What opportunity for our band?" Jimmy, who'd been walking down the hall and had caught snippets of what Spinner said, stopped and looked at him.
Laughing weakly, Spinner gave him a look that said plainly Go along with it! "Oh, Jimmy, such a kidder. You know - the rehearsal tonight -"
"I'm so sorry, Jimmy. I - I must have forgotten . . . I made plans with Dylan, but I guess I can cancel them -" Marco stuttered. A look of realization dawned on Jimmy's face, which soon changed to a glare aimed at Spinner.
"No, there's no rehearsal tonight. Don't listen to Spin." Marco too caught on to what was happening.
"I can't believe you. You are such a jerk."
"Fine, whatever. But don't come crying to me when there's trouble in fairyland," Spinner retorted, turning around to leave. "Or when your stupid gay crush turns out to be a -" His body made contact with another and he stumbled backwards, causing him to swallow the last word in his sentence.
"Turns out to be a what?" Dylan challenged, staring the younger boy down. Marco's face lit up at the blonde boy, though he tried not to show it.
"A - a really great guy," Spinner finished nervously, walking away quickly with a false sweet smile.
The four remaining laughed. "I just came over to see if we're still on for today," Dylan said to Marco, who beamed.
"Yeah, we are."
"Great. See you after school, then."
"Bye." As soon as Dylan walked away, Ellie gave a slight shriek and squeezed Marco's hand.
"So, what are you doing today?" he asked Ellie, turning back to his open locker with a permanent grin on his face.
"Uh, I'm hanging out with Sean."
"Sean? Sean Cameron?"
"Yeah."
"Why? Are you guys . . . together?" Marco said, eyes widening in surprise.
"No," Ellie said quickly. "We're just friends. I mean, he's a really cool guy. He's got a great taste in music, and -" The ringing of the bell cut off her next sentence, and Marco just nodded slightly. They each departed separately, but we're each excited about their plans for that day.
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When school was over, Marco grabbed his stuff and raced upstairs to the hallway that contained Dylan's locker, knocking down any kid that crossed his path. He'd gotten there so early that the hallway was barely filled, and Dylan wasn't anywhere in sight. Casually he leaned against a locker, not knowing which one was his. A few minutes later, he saw Dylan's golden curls coming toward him. He acted like he didn't notice, though, hoping to not look pathetic.
"Hey," Dylan said when he spotted Marco, looking surprised.
"Oh, hey," he said nervously. Was he supposed to wait outside? Was coming up here too much?
"Ready?" Marco sighed with relief as Dylan stuffed his things in his locker and pulled a sweatshirt over his head. He didn't look upset.
"Yeah."
They walked in silence through the hallways, until they got outside. Without facing each other, they continued their trek into the park. Finally, Dylan spoke. "I guess we have three options." He stopped and looked at Marco, who mimicked his actions. "One," Dylan continued, "is for you to talk and me to listen. And two is for me to talk and you to listen. Three is for us to both talk and listen."
Marco would have liked nothing more than to listen to Dylan talk straightforward. He was sure he wasn't ready to start talking himself, so he nodded and said, "You can start."
"We'll take turns then," Dylan compromised, sitting down on a bench in the park. Nodding again, Marco sat next to him. "What do you want to know?"
There were so many things about Dylan that Marco would have liked to know. He finally settled on one and asked timidly, "How'd you know? When'd you come out?"
Dylan laughed softly, and then leaned back, eyes clouded over in thought. Taking a deep breath, he launched into his story. "Uh . . . I made the hockey team a while back, and I had a girlfriend. Her name was Kaley. Nothing serious, of course, we were still young. But I mean, I really liked her but it . . . I guess I sort of just wanted to be friends, but I was afraid if I broke up with her, our friendship would be over too. Then I started realizing if Kaley wasn't my type, then what was my type? I just wasn't attracted to girls. Then one day in the locker room, my best friend Brett was changing next to me and . . . well, I think you can figure out the rest." The two laughed together.
"I guess my wondering eyes weren't a very good idea, because rumors started to spread around the hockey room. Finally I have up and I told my mom first and, uh, her reaction wasn't that great. She told me she was disappointed, and that it was way more trouble than it was worth." At the troubled look on Marco's face, he quickly added, "But she got over it soon. I mean, she still apologizes for it." He laughed. "She always knew I guess. Anyway, my dad tried to disregard it. You know, if you ignore it, it will go away syndrome. But as long as I continued to control on the ice, he was happy. And after awhile, my team realized they wouldn't get anywhere without me -" Pausing, he laughed again. "Humble, aren't I? Anyway, they saw that and eventually they left me alone about it.
"The other kids at school weren't nearly as cool. It got so bad that eventually Raditch had to intervene. I mean, we had an assembly because of it - God, that was horrible. If anything, the taunting doubled." Marco nodded understandingly. "And because I was the first one to come out, no one understood it. Guys hated me. I also realized my true friends though, so at least something good came out of it."
Somewhat numbly, Marco again nodded. "Okay," Dylan laughed, "my sob story's done." There was a comforting silence between the two, until Dylan reached over and put his hand on Marco's arm. His skin was tingling from the touch. And then behind them came a disgusting noise, and they both turned and saw Spinner quicken his pace as he walked by, looking revolted.
Dylan sighed. Another voice spoke from behind them. Turning their heads, they expected to find Spinner again. Instead, Jay and his "gang" were standing there.
"How's the date, Homochuk?"
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Don't worry, this won't be like a bunch of other stories. They're not going to get bashed seriously or anything like that. Anyway, reviews = happy author, so weview, please, whether you like it, hate it, or have no feelings whatsoever towards it. Thank ya.
