Disclaimer: I don't own degrassi or any songs I may write on here…duh…
A/n: Sorry I'm so late on updating, with the holiday season and all, things just seem to be getting in my way. I'm getting an "F" in English and it sucks, so I'm worrying about that... But anyway you probably don't wanna read about my life so on with the story!
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Marco woke up from a peaceful dream from a loud intrusive ringing of his black alarm clock beside him. He raised his head to glare at the body of black plastic showing him 6am. He rolled his eyes and sat in bed, reaching over to the contraption he pressed the button and rolled and went back to sleep.
Six a.m. is too early for a Saturday, Marco thought to himself. He forgot to turn off his alarm for the week and he didn't want to get out of bed, his parents were probably out shopping like they always do on Saturdays to refill their pantry and this was probably the only opportunity Marco would have to be alone to think about what was happening, if anything, between him and Dylan.
That party is today, he thought.
I should go… for Ellie he laid there and contemplated for awhile the pro's and con's of going to the party and eventually figured to just stay at home. His parents always went to out for dinner Saturday nights and he loved all the alone time he can manage.
The phone's ringing pierced through his thoughts and ended them for now. Rolling to the side of the bed he hung over the edge and began digging around his clothes on the floor for the cordless.
"Hello" Marco said blankly into the phone after he placed it up to his head, his hair being brushed aside.
"Hey, Marco, it's Dylan. I was wondering, do you wanna do something today? I'm bored as hell and my sister and parents went out to go clothes shopping"
"Um… what about that party, don't you have to things ready for it?"
"Paige is taking over that. I decided I don't want to be apart of it." Dylan explained.
"Oh, well, in that case, sure."
"Alright, give me about an hour. I think I remember the way to your house" Dylan stated, in a sarcastic tone of voice.
"Okay, I'll be waiting" and with that Marco hung up, dropping the phone to the floor.
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About an hour and a half later, Dylan showed up at Marco's door and rang the bell, waiting for the young Italian to answer. After a couple minutes of nothing Dylan tried knocking, feeling slightly stupid for waiting so long. Still there was nothing. Then he heard a voice and footsteps come to the door and when it opened, to Dylan's surprise, it wasn't Marco, but an elderly lady with a pink and lacey dress on.
"Um…" Dylan said while turning a bright shade of red.
"Hey Dylan! Wrong house!" a voice behind Dylan shouted.
Turning, Dylan saw Marco on the porch of the house across the street, laughing hysterically.
"I'm sorry ma'am" Dylan said, then dashed across the street and to Marco's house.
"Well you remembered the street I live on, that's a start" Marco teased looking into Dylan's eyes.
"Yeah, well all the houses look the same…" Dylan replied looking away from Marco.
"Um… No they don't." Marco said, looking at the row of houses that populated his neighborhood block. "That one there has a big porch on the front, and that one still has it's Christmas decorations up, that one over there is an ugly, ugly shade of tan, and that one a couple houses down has a front yard full kids' toys, and that old lady's house you went to has thirty cats running around."
"Ok, Ok, so I wasn't paying attention" Dylan said staring at the ground, his face still beet red. "Shall we get going?"
"Sure, where do you plan to take me?" Marco said as they both got into Dylan's car.
"You'll see" was the only thing Marco could get from the blonde.
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Hazel walked down the pathway to the Michalchuk household as she adjusted her blue skirt and shirt outfit. Upon arriving on the landing to the front door, she was instantly greeted with a sudden rush of Paige that came out towards her with a squeal.
"I'm so happy you can come, we totally have to make the plans for the party since Dylan bailed on us."
"Yeah, speaking of which, why did he ditch us?" Hazel questioned as she entered the well furnished house laid with white carpet.
"He said he wanted to do something with Marco, he doesn't admit it, but he's totally crushing on him"
They walked up the stairs and into a hallway adorned with a timeline of pictures that showed Paige and Dylan growing up. Passing the frames without a second look, they made their way to the end of the hallway and into Paige's room.
"But… Marco isn't gay, is he?" Hazel, with a questioning look on her face, asked, as she walked through the doorway and sat on a pink bean bag next to Paige's bed.
"Dylan thinks so, but you and I both know that him and Ellie are soul mates." Paige replied dismissively as she lay back on her bed and continued making plans for the party that night.
"So, I was thinking that for the party we'll have just regular side dishes like nachos, chips, and Mountain Dew for the people to pick at. How does that sound to you?"
"Are you listening?" Paige asked as she realized she was talking to herself.
"What? Yeah, that sounds great" Hazel responded, snapping out of a stare.
"Are you ok? You look like somebody who just got dumped." Paige responded while walking to the other side of her room and examined her hair in the wall mirror.
"Well, I kind of saw something that… lets say wasn't expected" Hazel fidgeted on the bag, staring at the floor.
"Hun, don't leave me in suspense, tell me what you saw and don't skimp on the details." Paige said excitedly as she quickly made her way to her bed and flopped down facing Hazel.
"Well, I saw Marco with a guy."
"Yeah, so? Marco has a lot of friends."
"No, you don't understand I saw him with your brother and…" Hazel hesitated, staring up at the ceiling. "If I tell you this you have to promise to keep it a secret ok?"
"Please! You know I can keep a secret!" answered Paige, moving closer to the edge of the bed she was laying on.
"Well, I saw your brother and Marco…kissing…"
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Dylan's car drove up and parked at a small park some ten miles away from Marco's house. The trees swayed slightly, their leaves twirling on their stems. Since it was still morning the park was rather empty except for the few small children running about while their parents sat on nearby benches enjoying the brief break from parenthood.
"Why are we here?" Marco asked, looking over at Dylan, catching him staring at himself.
"I wanted somewhere private so that we can talk" Dylan replied, turning away from Marco to stare out the windshield.
"Oh, what about?" Marco redundantly asked, knowing the answer to his own question already.
"I wanted to talk about you and me." Dylan said, reaching over for Marco's hand. Marco flinched and pulled away from his touch. Dylan, slightly hurt, just stared at the other boy.
"It isn't easy for me to… accept this." Marco explained, staring down into his lap. "I don't want to be like this Dylan. I don't want to be… some freak that everybody will hate."
"Nobody hates you Marco."
"That's because only you and Ellie knows about me." Marco looked up and stared at Dylan, while trying his best to not allow his emotions for the blonde show.
"When word gets out, I'll be humiliated out of school."
"Nobody will find out Marco, I can keep it a secret and I'm sure Ellie has been doing a good job of doing that also. Marco don't hate yourself for being who you are."
"But I do, and for the first time in my life I'm ashamed of who I am. I mean, my own father doesn't want me."
"Marco, that doesn't matter. He doesn't understand who you are."
Tears began to trail down Marco's face as he tugged on the door handle and left the car, laving Dylan to himself. Marco made his way to the back of the vehicle and leaned against the trunk. He hugged himself and slumped to the ground, tears free falling from his Italian eyes. He heard Dylan open his door and walk to where he was sitting.
"Marco, I'm sorry…" Dylan said as he bent down to the asphalt and sat next to Marco.
"I just don't want to be like this" Marco sobbed. "I don't want to feel like this."
"Marco, you can't help the way you feel. There is nothing wrong in liking another guy"
"Then why did my dad beat me over it?"
"Because he's a jerk, and obviously doesn't understand the way you feel" Dylan replied, placing his arm around Marco's shoulders. "I promise, I'll protect you, there's no way I'll let that happen again."
"Dylan, I think I love you…" Marco whispered has he wrapped his arms around Dylan's chest and sobbed into his shoulder.
"It's okay, because I love you to."
Ok, so, the author's note at the beginning is way outdated. That was written in like… February I think, and here it is now… May… yeah, I haven't updated in forever.
Anyway, parts of this chapter were very shoddy and not put together well, but the next chapter, since I won't take a several month break in between it, will be better. For sure.
P.S. I'm sure I got some ... spelling errors in the story somewhere... deal with it though