Title: Something New

Rating: PG-13 for themes and language

Characters: In this chapter: Marco, Dylan, Marco's parents, Carlos, Paige, Ellie, Sean, Jay, Towerz, Tom

Pairings: Marco/Dylan, Spinner/Paige, Ellie/Sean, not sure of any others.

Disclaimer: I really don't own a thing, sadly.

Author's Note: I'm not Italian. I don't know anyone who is Italian. So, please forgive me if the Italian words or phrases in this story are completely messed up. As far as the words I know, I'll put the translations at the bottom of the story. :-) Honestly, guys, I have the best reviewers ever. You all rock! You wouldn't believe how much better my day is when I get a nice review. Thanks SO much to everyone! That's what makes me want to write!

I've gotten a lot of questions about my other story, Dylan's Story, and as much as I want to update it, you can tell how long it takes me to even work on this one. So please, bear with me, and I swear a second chapter will be added eventually. Thank you. :D

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Marco turned over onto his side, a yawn escaping his lips. He meekly blinked open his eyes, and smiled at the sight before him.

"Good morning, Marco," Dylan grinned back, who was lying next to him, looking awake.

"Morning," he muttered back, still sleepy.

"I thought about you all night long," the blonde continued, leaning right next to his ear and whispering lightly.

"You did?" he asked, surprised.

"Yep." He moved his lips along Marco's cheekbone, hovering above him with only a tiny amount of space. "I kept thinking about…" If possible, he leaned closer, so their lips were barely touching. "This," he said, and kissed him, "exact," another kiss, "moment." The next kiss was much longer. As they continued kissing, Dylan shifted so their bodies were parallel.

When he finally pulled away, Marco was nearly out of breath. His cheeks were bright red, but he was beaming a mile wide.

"You're so cute," the older boy whispered, nuzzling Marco's neck with his lips.

"Dylan…" he replied lightly, but he put his finger to his lips. The next thing out of Dylan's mouth completely surprised him.

"Dude, get up."

"W-what?" he stuttered, looking taken aback. Dylan was still looking at him lovingly, but the tone of his voice had changed.

"I said get up. Come on!"

Marco suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder (maybe it was Dylan's?) and the hand shook him.

"Wake up!"


Marco jolted upright in bed, confused to see Spinner leaning over the bed rather than Dylan. "Spin…?"

"You're impossible to wake up, you know that?" Realization dawned on him. It had been a dream.

"Where's Dylan?" he asked disappointedly. And because Spinner was about to roll his eyes, he added, "And Paige?"

"Dylan had an early practice. And Paige's parents are gonna be out of town tonight, so she decided she was gonna throw a party. So right now she's off buying stuff for it. Anyway, man, hurry up and get dressed."

"For what?"

Spinner actually did roll his eyes this time. "We were gonna hang out today, remember? Just you and me. I wanna get going early."

"Oh, right." Marco smiled, and pulled back the covers. Jokingly, Spinner shielded his eyes when he climbed out of the bed, wearing just his boxers.

"I'll be downstairs," Spinner announced before leaving the room.

He started to get ready when, with a sharp intake of breath, he suddenly realized he hadn't brought any clothes to change into. What am I supposed to do? he wondered, glancing around the room. Then he had an idea. Grinning slyly, he sauntered over to one of Dylan's dressers and casually pulled open the top drawer.

He looked inside: just boxers and socks. He laughed loudly as he pulled out a pair of boxers that stuck out: they were lime green, with little hockey sticks and pucks all over them. Not exactly a fashion statement. Closing the drawer, he attacked the second one. Inside, he found all kinds of pants and shorts. He grabbed the pair nearest the top and gingerly held them up too his waist. They were much too large, so he folded them and replaced them in their spot. He grabbed a pair of jeans that looked smaller, and sized them up.

To his surprise, they looked as though they would actually fit so he pulled them up on over his boxers. They were a little long, and he could probably use a belt, but he decided he would be able to wear them. Finally, he closed that drawer as well and went into the closet to look for a t-shirt. Nearly the whole closet was full of tees, and he had fun looking at them and deliberating on one he could wear.

Many of the shirts were hockey-decorated, with team names or just pictures of hockey sticks and whatnot. Beyond those were dressier shirts; ones with collars and buttons. And after that, he found regular t-shirts. Solid colors, striped shirts, and store-brand named ones. He went back and grabbed a white-collared, long sleeve shirt and held up a red t-shirt over it. He decided they'd make a good combo, so he slid off his own shirt and put the others on instead.

They, too, were big but not humongous or anything. He walked into the bathroom and examined himself. He kind of liked how he looked. He just hoped Dylan wouldn't be angry with him for wearing his clothes. He brushed his hair and teeth, then trotted downstairs to find Spinner on the couch facing the television, and Paige sitting next to him, the phone glued to her ear.

"It's about time," Spinner grumbled, turning off the TV.

"Hold on a sec, Hazel," Paige said into the phone, and then whipped her head around to Marco. "Wow, hun, looking sharp! Wait - aren't those…?"

"Yeah," he said, blushing ferociously. "I, uh, didn't bring any others so I thought…"

"Well, they look great on you! Anyway, you'll come to the party tonight right?" Marco hesitantly nodded and she smiled. "Great. You boys have fun today." She kissed Spinner on the cheek, and then returned to her phone conversation. "You there, Haze? Okay. Well, I was thinking… should I order pizzas or just buy snacks?"

"Ready?" Spinner asked his friend, who nodded in return. "Dylan leant me his car, so… let's go." Grinning, they made their way outside and into Dylan's convertible.

"What're we going to do today?" Marco asked him, buckling his seatbelt.

"Well, today's all about us. So I thought we'd catch a sports game, eat tons of food, and go check out all the ladies." When Marco gave him a look, he laughed. "Just kidding, just kidding. Uh, we could play mini-golf, and then grab lunch, and then just do whatever."

"Sounds good," Marco agreed, and the rest of the way to the miniature golf place, they fought over the radio stations (Spinner suggested rap while Marco wanted something with actual music).

"Hey, we're here," Spinner announced after a little while, and they clambered in. Spinner grabbed his club and an orange ball, while Marco jokingly took a pink one.

They made their way to the first hole. "I'll go first," Spin said, putting his ball down and looking at the hole. "I am the expert, after all." It was extremely simple, but Spinner took his time while he practiced his golf swing. Sticking out his tongue, he bent over the ball, and swung. The ball was sent straight over the hole, and continued going past hole two as well as three, and then finally straight into a grassy spot. Marco cracked up.

"You're some expert." He was almost breathless with laughter.

"Yeah, well, I'd like to see you do better," he dryly retorted.

So Marco placed his pink ball down carefully, concentrated on the hole, and then swung. The ball slowly but surely rolled in the exact direction, and went straight into the hole. "Hole in one!" he scoffed, almost throwing it in Spin's face. In return, the curly-haired boy threw him a dirty look, but proceeded to eventually knock his own ball in.

They painfully made their way through eighteen holes, and though Marco had started out well, he was almost as bad as Spinner. At the end, Marco had won but only by a bit.

"Good game," Spinner grinned, "but I'll so get you next time."

"Uh-huh. Sure, Spin."

"Anyway, I'm starved. Let's go eat." Marco agreed and they climbed back into the car.

"Where should we go?" Spinner asked, as he started up the vehicle.

"I know this great restaurant on the other side of town," the Italian told him, and continued to direct him to the small café.

When they arrived, Spinner opened his door and drew in a long breath. "Smells awesome. Hurry up, I'm hungry." He eagerly walked inside, Marco following right behind him.

He glanced over the whole restaurant, but stopped dead when his eyes fell on something he did not want to see. "Oh no," he groaned quietly, and Spinner looked at him.

"What?"

"He's here."

"Who?"

"Tom," he barely managed to choke out, a great look of distaste on his face. Spinner followed his eyes, and saw the familiar dark haired boy sitting at a table. He wasn't alone, though; a dirty-blonde fellow was sitting across from him, holding his hands.

"Oh," Spin said sympathetically. He continued to watch for a few seconds, but then his sympathy turned to horror as the two men leaned in, over their plates, and kissed.

"He sure moves on quickly," Marco muttered, almost angrily.

"Let's just leave," Spinner suggested, turning to face the door. "Wait!" He paused. Slowly, he turned around so he was facing Marco again, but with a giant smirk. "Do you know which car is Tom's?"

"Y-yes," he said gradually, confused. "Why?"

"Come on," the other said mischievously, grabbing Marco by the wrist and yanking him outside.

Once into the sunlit street again, Spinner slowed down his pace and thoughtfully gazed around. "Hmm…" he said lowly, cocking his head from side to side. "Aha!" His eyes lit up at something across the street. "Stay here," he instructed Marco.

"What are you -?" he began, but Spinner was already dashing across the empty road and disappearing into a small store. Confused, Marco turned back and looked into the window of the restaurant. He could still see Tom and his date, who seemed to be attached by the lips. He watched Tom put his hand to the other's face, and he watched them pull away, with wide grins.

"Marco!" He tore his eyes away and once again looked at his best friend, who was trotting towards him with a bag in his hands.

"What're you doing?" he asked curiously. "What did you buy?"

"You'll see," was his vague reply. "Now, which car is Tom's?" Marco knew asking questions would get him nowhere, so instead he squinted his eyes and looked for the familiar red car Tom had been driving in.

"There it is," he said, pointing at a car parked to the side.

"Perfect." Once again, Spinner began dragging him away, but this time they headed towards the car. "Now…" With a large grin, he opened the bag and showed its contents to his accomplice. With an arched eyebrow, Marco stared into the bag. Inside, he found eggs, shaving cream, and toilet paper.

"What…?" he started, but comprehension hit him like a ton of bricks. "Spinner! No! No, no, no."

"Why not?" he asked, looking innocent.

"It's completely wrong. It's… not good. It's…" Marco desperately searched for the words to say, to prevent him from doing something he shouldn't have.

"He kissed your dude!" Spinner refuted, and that struck a nerve.

Slowly, he looked at him, a new kind of determination burning in his face. "Okay," he gave in at last. "Give me the toilet paper."

"All right!" So while Spinner began throwing eggs all over the shiny, almost new car, Marco began wrapping toilet paper around the wheels, and then moving on to the main part.

"Here," Spin said, shoving an egg into Marco's hands. He skeptically eyed it, but he insisted, "It'll make you feel better." So he pulled his arm back, and threw the egg -- splat! -- right onto the windshield. When all of the toilet paper and eggs were gone, the car was already a wreck.

Grinning, Spinner removed the final two bottles of shaving cream from the bag, almost as if they were holy. He handed one to Marco, and then the two boys attacked the car. They sprayed it everywhere they could, sometimes just doodles, but other times they wrote phrases. Marco even sucked up enough courage to write "I SUCK" in large, shaving cream letters on the top of the trunk.

Spinner laughed as he sprayed "MAN-WHORE" onto the car. Luckily, Marco glanced back at the restaurant then, just in time to see Tom and his new boyfriend exit, holding hands.

"Crap! Spinner, there he is!" They grabbed their litter, and once again Spinner grabbed his shirt and tugged him into a nearby bush. They hid themselves as the new couple drew nearer.

The two in the bush suppressed their laughs and snorts as they heard Tom shout, "What the hell?!"

Tom's boyfriend laughed and said, "What happened to your car, man?"

"Yeah, this is really funny," Tom retorted viciously.

"I'm sorry," the blonde said, trying to stop laughing. "But… Man-whore?!"

"I'm not a man-whore. And I am going to kick someone's ass if I ever find out who the hell did this to my car."

"I dunno, Tommy. I think it kinda suits you."

"I'm not a man-whore," he repeated, growling. "And don't call me Tommy."

"I bet one of your exes did this," the boyfriend said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, maybe… oh my God! I bet Michalchuk did this!" In the bush, Marco and Spinner looked at each other, shaking silently with laughter.

"Michalchuk?" Tom's beau said, questioningly.

"Yeah, this guy I used to date. He was a hunk. I mean, we were really close and then we, you know, split for a while. Next thing I know, he's with this little boy, way younger than him. Well we went on a date, me and Dylan, and he brought he little kid along. I kissed him, and he got all huffy and said he was dating the little boy." Marco was fuming almost as much as Tom by now. Little boy?!

"Sounds like a winner," Tom's boyfriend said, laughing. "So, are you still gonna drive me home? Or will I have to walk and miss the fun of riding in your, uh, decorated car."

"Shut up," he replied sourly. He began ripping some of the toilet paper off, but it was little doing compared to the huge mess that was covering his car.

"We'll clean this up at home, okay?" the boyfriend said, grabbing Tom's hands.

"Yeah, okay." They kissed once more, so much that Marco stared down at the ground. Spinner made a small, retching noise.

"Doesn't make me any less pissed," Tom said, scowling.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He walked around the back of the car, and started laughing again. "You suck, huh?" he asked, a grin tugging at his lips. "You suck what, exactly?"

Tom looked at the shaving cream, gave his boyfriend a hostile look, and said gruffly, "I think you know." He climbed into the car, and laughing, his boyfriend got in as well. The car backed out, and then took off, toilet paper, whip cream, and egg shells flying off the car.

"Sick!" Spinner said, who actually looked like he was going to be sick. The two stepped out of the bush, and looked at each other. "It was worth it," he finally went on. "He was so pissed!"

Chuckling, Marco nodded. "Yeah, I guess it was." But something inside of him had clicked, and he felt a little shaken up. He did his best to push aside that emotion, though, as Spinner suggested actually going to get food.

The two continued to do fun things for the rest of the day, and Marco was sure he hadn't laughed so hard in a long time. Finally, after a long day, Spinner drove back to the Michalchuk house.

They reached the house, and they walked into the house side-by-side.

"Hey boys!" Paige greeted them sweetly. "How was your day?"

"It was fun," Marco replied. "Um, is…?"

He didn't have to finish his question, though, because Dylan came bounding into the room at that moment, smiling. "Hey Marco, Spinner. You're finally back, huh?" He stopped when he saw Marco, and burst out laughing.

Confused, Marco looked to the other two teens in the room for help. Suddenly, though, he realized what Dylan was laughing about. He started rambling, "I'm so sorry, Dyl. I mean, we had to leave and I didn't wanna go home and I didn't bring any clothes so I just thought, you know, I could borrow yours. But I mean, I'll clean them and give them back and I really am really sorry. I didn't know if you would mind or not so I thought I'd just wear them for today and… did I mention how sorry I am?"

"Marco, chill!" he laughed. "It's okay. I don't mind. They look good on you. Actually, they look better on you then they do on me."

"No, that's just because Marco has way better fashion sense than you, Dyl. You would have never thought of mixing those two shirts."

"True. Anyway, Paige, send out all the invitations and stuff?"

"Sure did."

At that moment, the phone started ringing and Dylan grinned. "I'll get it." He trotted over to the phone, picked it up, and put it to his ear. "Hello?" he paused, and his eyebrows arched. The other three watched on curiously. "Uh, hi Tom." Spinner and Marco looked at each other, eyes wide. "Your car? Tom, I was nowhere near your car… No, I had hockey practice today." Marco felt bad, but he also thought the situation was pretty funny.

Dylan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Jealous? About your new boyfriend? Definitely not. I'm telling you, I didn't touch your car!" He sighed. "Listen, I don't know who messed up your car but I know it wasn't me. Okay. Okay. Yeah. Bye." He hung up the phone, staring at it. "That was odd," he finally said, lifting his head to look at the other three.

"What?" Paige asked, because Marco and Spinner were just trying to keep a straight face.

"Tom just called. He thinks I messed up his car, with toilet paper and eggs and whip cream or something -"

"Shaving cream," Spinner corrected him, interrupting. Marco glared at him, while Paige and Dylan merely stared.

"How do you know?" Dylan asked, crossing his arms.

"I - I don't know. I mean, I just figure if you were gonna d-do something to someone's car, you know, you'd probably use shaving cream, not whip cream. Right, Marco?" Spinner said quickly, looking to his friend for help.

"Oh yeah. Definitely. I mean, shaving cream is much more, um," he gulped, "better?"

"What's going on?" Dylan asked sternly. He paused. "Oh, you didn't…"

"Yeah, we did," Spinner grinned meekly.

"Sorry," Marco offered.

The oldest boy continued staring for a few more seconds, and Marco felt his cheeks growing completely red. Finally, though, Paige burst out laughing and Dylan soon joined in. The two boys began telling the story of exactly what happened, and everyone laughed the whole way through.

After the story, Paige and Spinner took to kissing on the couch, leaving the other two boys by themselves.

"So, um, I was thinking… maybe I should go home and change before the party? And I could, just, grab some stuff for tonight?" Marco looked up at Dylan uncertainly, who in return, gave him a bright smile.

"Great. Need a ride?"

Relieved, Marco smiled. "Yeah."

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Marco took a deep breath before turning the doorknob. He looked back at Dylan, who gave him an encouraging smile and waved him on. He turned back to the door and opened it, stepping in. He didn't see anyone at first, so he walked into the living room. There they were: his mother and father were sitting on chairs across from each other, talking rapidly in Italian.

Marco awkwardly looked in between his parents, not wanting them to see him. Eventually, though, his mother looked up and exclaimed, "Marco!"

"Hey Ma," he said weakly. He had to force the next word out. "…Pa."

Giving his father a stern looked, his mother went on, "How are you, il mio figlio?" She often spoke Italian phrases at home, which Marco knew and understood.

"I'm great, Mama. Just, um, picking up some stuff to spend the night at Dylan's. Um, is that okay?" His dad stared hard at him but his mom smiled.

"Of course. Te amo, Marco. Have fun tonight."

"Grazie, Ma, I will. I love you too." Gulping nervously, he cleared his throat. "See you tomorrow, Papa." He suddenly thought of his dad ridiculing Dylan, calling him a faggot, smacking him… Stumbling backwards slightly, he braced himself for the reply.

In a very slow pace, his father brought his head forward, so his eyes were burning holes in Marco's face, and he curtly nodded. Though Marco hadn't expected any better - he was even a little bit relieved - it still disappointed him. He went up the stairs, two at a time, towards him room. When he flung open the door, he gasped.

With a strangled little cry, he turned away from the nearly empty room and dashed back down the stairs. When he reached the living room, he hardly managed to get out angrily, "Where's my stuff?!" His mother looked clueless for a few seconds, but he was sure he saw the corners of his dad's mouth twitch into a tiny smirk.

"Your stuff?" she asked slowly, and then with her mouth open slightly, turned to her husband. "Oh, Antonio, you didn't!"

"I didn't do anything," he said gruffly.

"Antonio, you promise! I don't believe you." She hurriedly stood up, shaking her first at her husband. "You leave Marco alone. Where is his stuff?"

"Garage," he grunted, looking down and not at the other two.

"I'm leaving, Ma. I love you." With a look of loathing thrown at his father, he left the house and entered the garage. All of his posters, decorations, and other items were lining the sides. He opened one of the boxes that had his clothes, and grabbed some from it. He threw a bunch of things into a bag and crossly exited.

Dylan's car was still parked in the driveway, but he was no longer sitting in it. He was hunched over the hood, trying to wipe away something red.

"What happened?" Marco asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Your brother threw a balloon full of paint out from the window and hit the car."

"I'm sorry," the younger boy moaned, looking at the window to Carlos' bedroom and seeing his older brother disappear from view in a flash.

"Not your fault," Dylan reminded him. "Did you get everything?"

"Yeah. But my dad took everything out of my room but the bed and dressers and put it all into boxes in the garage."

"Oh man. That sucks."

"Yeah," he said again.

"Are you ready to go?" Dylan asked, forcing a smile on to his face.

"Mm-hmm. I wanna get out of here as soon as possible. If looks could kill, my dead body would be laying in a pile on the living room floor right about now." Dylan laughed at that statement, and he had to join in. Still chuckling, the two got in the car and drove away, red paint hitting the windshield every so often.

After the laughing died down, the two sat in companionable silence for a bit. Finally, Marco looked at his boyfriend. "I really appreciate you helping me with… with all of this."

"No problem," he returned with a smile.

"I never could have done it - any of it - without you. What I'm trying to say is… you don't have to stick with me."

Dylan laughed slightly. "Trust me, Marco, if I didn't want to stick with you, I would have been gone a long time ago. I really do like you. A lot."

"I like you a lot too," Marco said, smiling, and feeling extremely relieved. They'd had this conversation before, but Marco wasn't sure he believed him.

"I think thing's are gonna get better really soon. You're lucky to have so many people that care about you."

"I know."

"Hey, what's going on?" Dylan had drove within viewing distance of the Michalchuk residence, but he was surprised to see many cars lined up around the house.

"The party, remember?" Marco reminded him. "I guess it's started."

"Guess so. But… Paige didn't say she was going to invite this many people. Mom and Dad would kill her if they found out."

"We'll just have to make sure they don't find out then," Marco grinned. "Now come on. Let's join the party."

Dylan smiled and agreed, "Sounds good to me!"

[Journal entry 11]

Spinner Mason


Today was totally fun. I woke up pretty early and paige was already awake. She decided to have a party or whatever at her house tonight so she was on the phone all day inviting people. The party is gunna be fun to.

Anyway today marco and I did all kinds of things together. I know hes still gay and all but I guess I got over it. It doesn't bother me as much and its not like that's all he talks about. So as long as he doesn't talk about makin out with other dudes or anything, we're cool.

We ran into the dude that hit on Paige's brother Dylan today and Marco really does hate him. But I came up with the master plan. I bought some eggs shaving cream and toilet paper and we messed up his car BIG time.

It was so cool. The dude was so mad. So now everythings ok between me and Marco and everythings all good.

Not to mention I had an awesome make-out session with Paige.

k I'm done with this.

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Italian translations:
il mio figlio - my son
te amo - I love you
grazie - thank you


Sorry if those are incorrect! Okay, anyway, yay, this chapter is done! It didn't take me as long this time. Sorry if you thought this chapter was boring. I thought I would need it. Next chapter will be more exciting, I promise! They're gonna party down and some surprising things will happen.

Guess you'll have to find out what by reading the next chapter! It'll be up soon, I promise.

over 'n' out!