Disclaimer: Still don't own Degrassi or it's characters, but If something suddenly happens and I do own Degrassi, you can expect me to tell you.
I also don't own Evanescence's song "Missing"
A/N
Sorry for the long period of no update --' Some things came up and then I was typing up the story guess what happend, the electricity went out for three hours! Le sigh
So here is the story.
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Marco exited the classroom at the sound of the bell, signaling the students to lunch. They passed by him with out even a second glance. He wasn't important enough for a second glance he thought. Arriving at his locker he spun the combination dial and put in the com and opening the door he dropped his books to bottom of the locker and grabbed a CD player from his backpack. He slammed the door and leaned against it, slowly falling to the floor, his knees brought up to his chest. He placed the headphones on his hears, the sound of people talking and walking by muffled with each speaker's foamy cushion. He pressed play on the player and waited a couple of seconds before the Evanescence's song "Missing" flooded his ears.
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Marco bent his head to his arms that rested on his knees and sobbed, the tears soaking on his black hoodie sweatshirt. Dylan was walking down the hall way, talking to several of his friends when he say Marco on the floor.
"Hey guys, I'll catch up later" Dylan said, separating from the group and walking over to Marco taking a seat next to him.
'Oh god, not him, don't let him see me like this. Please god, make him go away' Marco thought, squinting his eyes against his arm.
"Hey Marco, you ok? What's wrong?" Dylan said, grabbing Marco's leg
'Oh god, he's touching me. Why does he have to touch? God it feels good'
"Marco? You there?"
"Yeah, I'm fine Dylan really" Marco said, raising his head to look at Dylan. His tear streaked face staring back at the cute blonde.
"You're a terrible lier"
"I'm not lying, I'm fine"
"Then why are you crying with a black eye and fat lip? Did somebody bash you?"
"No Dylan, I really don't want to talk about it. Please, just go"
Dylan stood up and walked in font of Marco then kneeling, grasped Marco's arm with his softly tanned hand and yanked Marco and himself to a standing up position, shaking Marco from his depression.
"You know I'm not going to let up on you Marco"
"Damn you"
Dylan dragged Marco along the hallway, out through the doors and into the bright sunny day. He walked Marco towards a patch of grass separated from everybody else.
"Now, we're not leaving until you tell me what is going on with you Marco, I'll even skip next hour if I have to"
"Fine" Marco said, irritably. "Last night, my father over heard me and Ellie talking, I mentioned me being gay and my father heard." Marco pointed at his black eye "He didn't take it to well I guess you can say"
Dylan's face appeared sympathetic, looking at the Itallian he slighty touched his black eye, Marco grimced at the pain.
"Oh my god Marco, that's horrible. You have to tell the counsler about this, It's child abuse you know"
Marco glared at Dylan, a stern look overpowring his, once sorrowful stare.
"No, nobody needs to know I'm fine, really I am."
"Alright, but if it happens again I want you to tell me alright?" Dylan looked at the innocent looking Italian boy, his heart breaking at the site of his punishment for being himself.
"Yeah, you'll be the first to know, I promise."
Marco looked up at Dylan, his skin radiating by the sunlight. The light glinting off his eyes, a lock of hair hanging in front of face.
'Magnificent' Marco thought, lost in Dylan's stare
They moved close, penetrating each other's soul with they're unwavering stare. Dylan placed his arm on Marco's neck, pulling the young Italian closer. Marco could feel Dylan's breath against his lips, and then suddenly Marco felt Dylan's lips against his own.
The kiss lasted only seconds, but to Marco it felt like eternity. So much emotion was behind it. So much wanting and yearning was put into it that Marco was dazed after they had parted. Dylan standing up and leaving with a simple "I hoped you enjoyed it," a smile playing on his lips.
Marco heard something on the pavement, and turning his head towards the sound, saw a glimpse of a person turning behind a cement wall that spererated the lawn from the grass.
'Shit, somebody saw. Damnit' Marco cursed to himself as he picked up his belongings and walked inside the school, hoping the person who saw didn't know who he was.
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A/N- Heh, sorry for the lack of updates again, its been awhile I know. I didn't put all of what I wanted to into this chapter so I kinda cut it short so you guys could have something to feast on while I write another, since it has been awhile since my last update.
I'll be writing more! Oh, and thank you for your reviews!! Much appreciated!!!