Disclaimer: See chapter one, I'm not retyping it.

A/N: Mmmkay... Ok here is chapter four, it was almost chapter three, cause three nearly got scrapped. The lyrics I wanted I couldn't find, so I just scrapped what I had planned for chapter three and so I was gonna put this as chapter three. But I got an idea for a song that's by the same artist and I already know it has a guy solo in it. (Does that make ANY sense? Seriously I wanna know!)

Ummm... My friend and I are talking about a story cross-over... Her story is a Degrassi fic as well, so we are thinking about introducing her character into my story and mine into hers. The first of her many chapters have been written they just need to be typed and edited. I am not sure on whether we are going to do it or not, so don't hold your breath.

Also I would like input on where you, the readers/reviewers, think the story should go. I already have a general idea on where I plan on going , but I want to know how you think I should go about getting there. (No I am not gonna tell you what I have planned for the future, so don't bother asking! ) But seriously I am totally open to suggestions, you can put them in the reviews or just email me with them. Thanks a bunch! Ciao!

For all words with little by them see below, I will give a brief explanation of what they mean to you non-choir people!

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Lio

"You were amazing!" Marco exclaimed as we exited the music room.

"I know I am good, but amazing? I don't know about that." I shrugged, as I let Marco lead the way to next period.

The entire class was talking about my solo. It had gone fairly well, even though I had never seen the music before. I even kept going when the teacher missed a key in awe at me busting out and going double forte. The music had no dynamics, so I added my own. The teacher stopped playing after my solo and clapped, the rest of the class followed suit. I was blushing for ten minutes and nearly had to beg to go on. I knew by lunch people bedding me to sing for them, it had happened at all of my other schools, and I was willing to bet my favorite lip ring that is would happen here too.

In the periods leading up to lunch I managed to get a seat next to, or behind, Marco in every class. We passed each other notes talking about music, making fun of teachers, etc.

I was starving when lunch rolled around. Marco led the way to the caf. The very moment we entered, I began searching for Dylan's golden curls. I followed Marco to a table with Paige and a couple other people. Paige and Marco introduced me to everyone at the table. I just smiled and muttered a "Hi" and a couple "Hello's".

A couple minutes later, the girl introduced as Ashley declared: "Paige it's your day to get the food." Though Paige gave her a very unpleasant look she collected everyone's money and order. She finally turned to me, with a fistful of cash in hand, a neutral look was upon her face, but in her eyes I could see that this did not please her in the least. She opened her mouth to ask what I wanted, but I cut her off before she had a chance to ask.

"I'll come with, I don't know what they have, plus you'll need help with the food." I smiled.

She eyed me suspiciously, she knew well enough to know something was up, but she made no mention of it in front of the others. When we got up to the line she turned to me, eyes cautious. 'Damn... She knows I am up to something...' I thought to myself. She continued to eye me until I asked the question that was looming.

"OK, OK! I give! Where is he?" I said holding up my hands as if to fend off a great blow.

"Home. Sick." she replied in a flat tone. "And even still he is dating Marco... So you know it can't go back to the way it was."

I stood there, face blank. So that is why he got weird when I told him about Dylan and I. I turned and looked at Marco, leaning up against the wall, I studied him. He hadn't tripped my gaydar, but then again I hadn't been trying to find anyone...

We finally got the food, I had settled with a spicy chicken sandwich, curly fries, and a Cherry Pepsi. I helped Paige carry all of the food back, giving each person what they had ordered and their change. When I got around to Marco, I made no mention that I knew he and Dylan were dating, it was his business, if he wanted to tell me then he would.

"Dylan has a game tomorrow night, Lio, you want to come?" Paige asked me as I was well invested in my curly fries.

"I though he was home sick?" I replied swallowing my food.

"He's over it." Marco said, speaking up. "He is just making sure he is totally over it. Something about being at the top of his game for tomorrow."

"Ahhhhh... I had forgotten about he gets about being sink." I smiled.

Marco shrugged at me and went back to his pizza. After swallowing a bite of pizza and taking a sip of his drink he turned to Paige. "Just so you know, I'm not gonna be there, Paige." he said taking another bite of pizza.

Paige looked at him with the beginnings of glare going into effect. "Why?" her tone firm and commanding.

It took Marco a couple seconds to chew and swallow his food, in which time Paige's glare only solidified, and intensified.

"My oldest brother is coming home for a visit. We have to go pick him up tomorrow." he explained to Paige. "Dylan already knows and is o.k. with it..." he trailed off.

I watched his face, and watched thoughts chase across his face. I stifled a laugh as he looked at me. He opened his mouth to ask me what I was laughing at, but just then my cell phone rang inside my bag. Saved by the bell.

I pulled it out of my bag, checking the screen to see who it was. I hit the answer button.

"Hi dad." I answered.

"Hey," my father's voice buzzed back at me from the other side of the line. "your car is finally back from the paint shop. I dropped it off in the parking lot. You have your keys, right?"

"Yeah, thanks-a-bunch!" I replied. "Hey is it okay if I go to a hockey game tomorrow night?"

"Dylan playin'?"

"Yep."

"Sure, go ahead."

"Thanks dad, bye."

"See ya when I get off work tonight."

I hit the end button putting my cell phone back in my back, being sure to lock the keys, so I didn't accidentally call someone whilst tossing my bag onto my seat or rather. I looked back at the group.

"I'm in for tomorrow," I said. "but one thing, don't anyone mention to Dylan I am here or coming to the game, I want to surprise him myself." Everyone nodded and said o.k. I looked at Paige, she had a look on her face that I couldn't read.

Before I could ask her what the look was for, the bell rang. We all went to our classes, to be bored out of our minds with the teachers' spews on rules. Other than wanting to scream from boredom, the rest of the day passed without incident of any note.

After school, Marco and I walked out of the school and into the parking lot. I spotted my car instantly. My Mazda RX8 gleamed beautiful black in the afternoon sun. I walked over to the drivers side door and slipping my key into the door. Marco gaped as I opened the door.

"This is yours?!?" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, birthday present, it just got back from the paint shop. It was this awful green." I said doing a mock shudder. "Did you want a ride home?"

He looked at me like I was Santa five months early. "Are you sure?" he stuttered. "Y-you don't mind?"

"Marco, if I minded you riding in my car, I wouldn't have asked." I said popping the trunk and tossing in my bag. "So toss your bag in the trunk and hop in."

As I started the car Marco slid into the passenger seat tentatively. He closed the door and clicked his seat belt, while I clicked my own, cranking the AC way up and popped in a CD. Marco was amazed that I liked Techno, and jabbering about all the different artists he liked, amazingly enough we liked pretty much all the same stuff. On the way to his house I found an old road that I could really let the RX8 loose on.

By the time we reached his house we were laughing and giggling from adrenaline. I pulled up in front of Marco's house, and pulled the brake. Marco got out and I popped the trunk from the drivers seat so he could get his bag. He came back after a moment and leaned in a bit.

"Hey tomorrow, after the game, there's gonna be a party, you in?" he asked me.

I thought for a moment. Dad really wouldn't mind, just as long as I didn't come home drunk, high, or at three in the morning. "Sure, I'm in."

Marco smiled and said bye shutting the door. I watched him as he walked up the stairs to his house, had to make sure no one mugged him now... ( Whilst checking for muggers, I got a little distracted with the view.) When he was safely inside his house I pulled away, pulling into traffic I made my way home. With thoughts of seeing Dylan tomorrow night, I was so dizzy with excitement, I was getting salutes from other drivers.

End Chapter Four

Marco: Were you checking out my butt just now?

Lio: Were you checking out mine in Chap. 1?

Marco: DON'T YOU LISTEN!?! I WAS LAUGHING AT SPIN!

Lio: And I was checking for muggers!

Marco: Psssh! Says you...

Author: =sweat drop= You two are impossible...

Choir words!!

busting out: suddenly singing out very loud

forte: a mark in music denoting to get louder

dynamic: any type of mark in music telling the singer(s) how to sing a certain area of music