A/N: Sorry if this is a little sucky and short. It wasnt looked over and i sort of wrote it off the top of my head but i havent updated in a long time and that im sorry for. I was grounded and school. Blagh. Dont worry, next chapterLong.
Dylan couldn't sleep. He sat watching the brunette sleeping a fitful sleep on the bed. The only thing sounding in the room was his lover's ragged breath. The almost rhythmic breathing: in, out, in, out------, in, out. Dylan looked around the room that surrounded him; the familiar sights and sounds that had surrounded him for the past 4 months. The walls covered with hockey posters, Britney spears posters (okay, those were his. He secretly liked the concert his sister had dragged him to.), and pictures of friends and family. One picture held his interest no matter where he looked in the room. It was one of Marco holding Katie with Kelsey nearby, the loves of his life.
He quietly sighed. They would have to figure out living arrangements soon. They couldn't keep staying here, James and Ben would want to be able to sleep here again. Someone would find out and kick them out. One thing was for sure, Dylan would miss having Marco sleeping at his side. The warmth would be missed greatly. He would miss the love that each could feel by how the one was holding them even more. Maybe he would mention to Marco that maybe it was time to get an apartment.
He was brought to reality by the cries of Marco, who was thrashing around on the bed. Dylan didn't waste a minute. He walked the three feet to his bed and wrapped Marco in his arms. Not letting go, even with the boy battering against him. The boy finally snuggled against Dylan's chest, and slept peacefully. Dylan still couldn't sleep. So he leaned back and thought about what gave his lover nightmares.
Saturday morning, Dylan and Marco woke to a commotion outside in the hall way. Dylan reluctantly got out of the bed, and pulled on some sweats. He went and opened the door and looked out. Ben was jogging the way opposite of the common room.
"Where is everyone going?" asked Dylan.
Ben could see Marco sitting up in bed, shirtless through the open door. "Some Italian guy is trying to steal a car. They say he has been trying for an hour. I got a glimpse before I had to go give Mel the coffee she asked for. The car is a visitor one, Marco maybe it's yours? You might go look." Ben answered before turning and jogging to the stairs.
Dylan and Marco shared looks. Dylan grabbed a worn t-shirt from his closet, and pulled it down over his head. He threw one to Marco who was putting on clean briefs and sweats. Dylan looked up at Marco who was ready to go, he held out his hand, almost afraid of what Marco would do. Marco looked at it and then up at Dylan. He took it and pressed lovingly.
Marco wondered if this was his dad. He had forgotten that in his sanction also laid an enemy, his brother. He wasn't quite sure what he did to deserve Leo's wrath. Sure, he was spoiled by both his mother and father, but he was the youngest. He had this sinking feeling that it was going to be his dad. Dylan's hand holding his was like a bond of Dylan's courage feeding into him. He knew he was safe as long as Dylan was with him.
Instead of going straight to the common room, they decided to go on down and see for certain. Both of their sixth senses was telling them to expect the worst.
When they got down to the parking lot, they saw indeed it was Marco's father. Leo was in Mr. Del Rossi's car not a long way off. Marco looked straight into Leo's eyes questioningly, Leo quickly looked a way. Marco could guess what happened. His father most likely woke up this morning and thought about how he didn't teach his son a real lesson. Yeah, he kicked him out of the house but that's not the point, he had to do something worse. So he called Leo to help him find Marco, of course Leo didn't have to look far.
Mr. Del Rossi just held out his hands.
"What are you doing?" Marco asked him in a soft voice.
"Give me the keys." Mr Del Rossi gruffly said.
"But dad, you and mom gave me this car. Its mine." Marco said getting hysterical.
"This car belongs to my son. And I have no son that is gay. You choose being gay or being my son. You can't be both. "He said looking at Marco and Dylan's hand intertwined.
Marco dropped Dylan's hand as if it burned him.
Dylan looked down at him with worry.
"Dad I can't stop being gay, it's not a choice." Marco all but shouted at his father.
"Then I have no son but Valentino." Mr. Del Rossi said evenly as he grabbed the keys from Marco's hand. "Oh and in case you were wondering, I'm going to make both of your lives living hell." He whispered to them.
Marco broke down with Dylan's arms quickly around him.
Dylan stared at the two cars leaving the parking lot. Leo looked back, he saw Dylan looking at him and turned away.
A chill went down Dylan's spine. Marco had a reason to have nightmares, Dylan thought as he tightened his hold around his lover. But I will always be there.
I would like to dedicate this to Melissa(Anjel919) and Kate(Kaitlinbell). Thank you both so much for all your help, either rooting me on and listening me ramble and gramically( is that even a word spaces out uh eh sorry a little out of it right now.) I love you both so dearly. Also a thanks to ReRe04 for always reading this.
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