Feverish:
"Feverish: relating to, causing, or caused by a fever" Let's just say when Marco's around other people, they tend to break out in feverish conditions
Okay, I've been advertising this story for a while and I finally think that I can publish it out. It's a drama, as usual and I think it has more twists than Broken Paint Brushes, Artistic Revisions and any other story I ever wrote, well scratch that, Artistic Revisions is gonna kick these stories asses, but whatever. It has Homophobia, the first time I ever wrote that, slash, cancer, theives, little cursing, for once, and a boy named Lacy. You'll just have to read to understand, but I;m pretty sure you'll fall in love with these characters.
The dark summer sky woke Marco up with a start, beads of sweat and tears running down his body at a threatening pace. Running a hand through his disheveled locks of noir hair he flipped his legs over to the side of the bed and looked through his window in a daze.
A storm is coming, you'd know that wouldn't you?
Shaking the momentary thought out of his head he slipped his feet onto the floor with a dull thud, yawned a little, covering his mouth and got up finally. After shaking his bed hair and wiping some sleet from his eye he shuffled into the bathroom to face the blistering day.
Little did he know that in a few hours a chain of events that were about to occur will not only change his life, but the lives of others around him.
Leon "Lacy" Witmore was a boy of astounding feats. Or at least, that's what his friend always told him. Coming from a family of four, one mom, one dad and a littler brother named Nicky, he was the ideal son. Always did his work, always was on time, and was a perfect student. However, un like most kids in his geekish state, he was extremely popular and good looking. With his sandy blonde hair, which sometimes many mistook for a dirty honey color, ever green eyes and lips that we probably sculpted by a god in a past life he was a hit with all the woman at Degrassi High School, especially a Paige Michaelchuck who was currently single and very much ready to date again.
It was the last day of school finally; as he walked through the glass see through doors and around the corner to the rows of lockers apparently multi-colored in red, yellow and blue before cornering his locker and giving it a kick to the left and spinning the dial, making it open. He figured out long ago that it's not how you handle the locker; it's how you handle the situation.
Picking up a tattered soccer shirt, a pair of dirty shoelaces and a class ring from a friend of his, he finally had his whole locker cleaned out, and in perfect timing too. Just as he closed his locker Jay Hogart came barreling down the halls with his crack head cronies, stopping momentarily to glance angrily at Jay before continuing on. Lacy held back a knowing smile, glancing down at his feet blushingly. It was a good blush though, one of feverish heat. Not for attraction to the grungy boy, but to the fact that they had finally come to terms with each other: Touch me again and I'll beat you up again. And the message was clearly sent for Jay.
Lacy wasn't a violent boy, he was a shy, caring hero of his own heart and didn't like conflict. But, he wasn't a twat either, and wasn't about to let some homophobic cunt like Jay show him off, so they got into a fight, he got a fat lip, Jay got a black eye, so the fight was pretty evened out.
As he shut his locker he came upon the familiar sunshine face that haunted him during study sessions and sometimes sleepovers when necessary. Blinking a little bit he feigned a smile," Marco…hey". It's not like he didn't like the bubbly teen, cause he did and he was one of his closest friends, it was just that…well, he was gay you know. And while he wasn't afraid that "They Gay" might rub off on him, he just felt a little weirded out by him. But lately he's been trying to over look it.
"Okay, Lacy, look, I have the perfect plan for us other the summer" Marco said, slightly hyper. Lacy promised that he could spend the summer at his house under one condition: No Funny business. And although he was hurt by Lacy's words he understood clearly, besides, there was no attraction. No spark.
Speaking of Spark…
Dylan walked down the hall, golden hair and muscles bulging he glanced at the wayward boy before smiling grandly and walking away. Marco twinkled his fingers at him and emitted a sigh that could only be descried as heavenly before turning elated brown eyes back on his friend." Wha- what was I saying?"
"You were swooning over your boyfriend" Lacy said, smiling. He had to admit, it was adorable when Marco was this high on boy love, and it sadly enough was infectious. In a manly way, of course.
" I can't help it, Lacy" Marco sighed slowly, his eyes fluttering." I think I'm in love…"
"Marco…" Lacy trailed off, uncomfortable of breeching the subject.
"Sorry," Marco shrugged a little bit," I'm just happy right now, you know?"
Marco was rarely happy. So Lacy was a little more livid. " And I'm happy if you are" He said, slinging an arm around him," Okay, run me the list"
Marco smiled," Shopping for books first, cause we both need to read the next issue of David Browns' book-"
"It's out?" Lacy asked, excited. David Brown's The Black Reasoning of Alexander Williams was a book that they were both madly in love with and every two months, the author would magically produce a new chapter to add to the book. It was the life of Alexander Williams, a boy just trying to find his way through the movie that is life and his best friend, who happened to be gay, named Daniel. They had issues, drama, love, lust, action and a plot line to smash the Titanic to tiny pieces all over again.
"Yes" Marco beamed, " And I already got Lisa to give us advanced copies, that or I can read Every Nine Seconds again" He said with a wink," Besides, tonight it's going to rain, we need good entertainment"
Lacy was still recovering from the Every Nine Second remark, a favorite book on Marco's list and smirked," 9th time?"
"10th" Marco corrected.
"Well, how do you always know when it's going to rain?" Lacy asked, perplexed. Marco had a talent, a man of weather in terms. He always knew when it was going to rain, he just felt it, and it wasn't explainable.
"You know, I just know" Marco said simply." Anyways, after that we can stop for coffee and then go home, actually, I have to stop at my house first and pick up…some uh…things, and then we can go to the arcade tomorrow and then…" Lacy practically tuned out after that, he knew Marco might be talking for hours and hours on in, so he just simply guided him by his shoulders out of the hallway and into the homeroom."…and then we can go to the…"
"Okay, Mr. Witmore, can you explain to us why you're late?" He gave Marco a demeaning smile and looked at Lacy dully.
"Well, we could go on and on about our lives" Lacy said, guiding a still rambling Marco into his seat," But I'd rather hear much more about your life, how's your wife? I heard the baby is beautiful"
"Actually, he is" The teacher's face softened." And she's fine, Mr. Witmore, thanks for asking. What was I doing again?"
Lacy had a way with words; he could always make people forget with a lulling voice and soft features." Roll call, sir, attendance"
"Oh, oh yes. Del Rossi?" His teacher continued.
"Here, sir" Marco called out, finally stopping to pay attention to his surroundings," How'd we get here?"
"I clicked my ruby red heels" Lacy said as Marco smiled and rolled his eyes," Finish your roll, I'm still listening" He lied, his mind is elsewhere. Mainly on an Ellie Nash, a beauty of wonders of Goths and vampires everywhere. He wasn't much in love with her as he was in awe of her. She just…shocked him, in ways no one else had. Well, besides Marco that is, and well he, he is just something amazing.
Marco tilted his head back, his eyes wide; ecstasy splashed across his face in multiple hues and colors and finally let out a much needed breath. Damn, he was a good kisser. He smiled, looking into Dylan's azure blue eyes, comparing them to the blue moon that he used to see through his telescope when he was little. Dylan finally opened his eyes again and graced Marco with an astounding blink that made Marco's heart accelerate at tenfold. "You…are something else, Marco. You know that?"
Marco blew his sweat matted hair out of his face." I've heard"
Making out had become an after school ritual in Dylan's car for about a good 2 months now and every time, it was pretty damn good." Well, I hope that they don't know from experience like I do…" Dylan said, raising his eyebrows.
"They don't" Marco said seductively," My body is your little secret. Claim me"
"Marco, these words, I swear, it's like you're one well oiled sex machine now…" Dylan trailed off," I like it."
"Me too" Marco said with a smirk. Dylan often brought out the wilder things in him, the fierce Marco Del Rossi, the one that likes to curse, would light up a cigarette and loves to speak naughty words into his lover's ear before kissing the soul right out of their body.
"So if I was to claim you right now…" Dylan growled, pulling Marco flush up against his chest," What exactly would you do, Mr. Del Rossi?"
Marco gurgled into his ear," I don't know, sir" He said, using his best school boy voice," But I think I'd like to be claimed very much"
"I heard you haven't turned in your home work, Mister Del Rossi. I expected a 25 page essay on why you were a bad boy this year…where is it?" Dylan asked, assuming the role as teacher.
"I'd rather show you, sir. But if you don't approve, I'd just rather be punished and get it over with" Marco said, boyish dimples showing.
"Well then, you'd have to be spanked" Dylan said knowingly.
"I'd rather be kissed"
"Okay then, Mister Del Rossi. Kisses are your punishment" Dylan said, his moist lips descending onto Marco's neck.
"Where were you?" Lacy asked as Marco came into the bookstore, his cheeks flushed and his hair styled in perfect emo rocker style.
"Remember the Army's policy?" Marco asked, grabbing a seat next to him.
"Yeah, don't ask, don't tell. Why?" He asked before glancing up and seeing the top of his shirt un buttoned. "Oh, never mind. Look, Lisa got them for us; let's get the hell out of here. All I want is a good cut of coffee, and then we can go home…after you get what you need"
"Oh, okay" Marco said, grabbing the book from Lacy's hand. On the cover of the newest issue in the series, Alexander and Daniel were blindfolded. " Illusions?" Marco questioned, reading the cover.
"Yeah, it sounds amazing already. Like I said, the faster we get that coffee, the faster we can read it" Lacy said, he couldn't even translate into words how much he was dying to read that book. When he looked up he could tell that Marco was in what he liked to call "DDM" which stood for Dylan Drool Mode. And in said mode, Marco would be barely able to communicate with anyone in the outside world besides Spinner, himself, Jimmy, Craig and Ellie. Taking Marco by his hand, he pulled him up, took his book and began to walk to the café. " Coffee to go" Lacy said defiantly," Marco, come on, snap out of it…"
"I'm not in a daze" Marco dreamily mumbled." I'm in looo-" He was cut off as Lacy covered a hand over his mouth," Shh…I didn't ask, so don't tell". Marco's eyes fell to the floor, mumbled sorry and continued to stair off into space, not because of Dylan anymore, but more so to the fact that Lacy was so uncomfortable about his…well…he didn't really want to talk about it.
Once they arrived at the coffee place Lacy got online while Marco sat at a table and opened the book.
Alexander crossed his fingers and counted to five. Because in five seconds, Danny wouldn't really be on the floor and he wouldn't really have been the one who punched him. He counted as Danny looked on in wide shock. 1…2…
"Alexander….I-"
3…4…
"I can't believe you did this. I'm telling you the truth, she's not good enough for you-"
5!
Alexander opened his eyes and looked to see Danny still on the floor, holding his bleeding nose and looking up at him darkly," I'm trying to protect you"
"I don't need protecting, Danny!" Alexander yelled out, angrily," I just wish you'd back off. I didn't ask if you approve of Samantha. I love her, and that's all that counts…"
"But she doesn't love you, Alex!" Danny yelled out from the floor. " Can't you see, she's using you!"
"Shut up…" Alex started, trying to tune out his best friend's lies.
"Ally, face it, she doesn't want you-" Danny sobbed out, hurt and confused himself," I don't want you hurt…"
Marco shut the book as Lacy brought him their coffee," Alex and Danny are having problems…"
"Over Samantha, right?" Lacy asked. He had been watching Marco from the line and saw how intent and sad he looked reading, he knew he caused it due to his remark from before, but he couldn't help it. So instead, he tried to patch things back up." Danny probably is the one instigating, right?"
"Well, why do you automatically assume that it's Danny?" Marco asked, annoyed slightly.
"Well, he never liked her to begin with" Lacy said, sitting down besides Marco and sipping on his coffee, biting his lip from screaming out because of its hot intent.
"Because she called him a flaming fag" Marco defended.
"Well, isn't he?" Lacy asked before he could stop himself. He caught Marco's eyes flash with pain before showing nothing, but his head just dropped slightly and he folded the page that he was looking at while Lacy was talking for the past few minutes and finally looked at him," Is that what you really think?" He took a sip of his coffee.
Lacy sighed, putting his cup down and leveling his eyes with Marco." Yes, I mean no…I mean, well come on, Marco. Even you know that he was incredibly gay, remember when he cried through book 5 just because his friend died-"
"That was his boyfriend of 2 years and he died for him, saving him after that car accident. Remember? And then Samantha had called him a fag, then too, because she said that a real man wouldn't cry…" Marco trailed off, his face twisted with confusion. He leaned over the table," Well, then, do you really think that"
"Why are you taking this so seriously?" Lacy asked, agitated himself. Sometimes Marco could throw the easiest of temper tantrums and he didn't always feel like playing father. He watched Marco shift uncomfortably," Because, that's the same way you probably feel about me, right? Don't act like I don't see it"
"What are you trying to call me, some gay basher?" Lacy asked, raising his voice.
"No, a homophobic!" Marco snapped.
People from other table turned to look at them as Marco continued on," If you're embarrassed by me, tell me now, okay? I don't want to tag along if I'm not welcomed or"
Lacy stopped him," Marco, come on. You know I…adore you, sadly enough. I just need…time to adjust. And I didn't mean to call Danny a fag, it just slipped out. I'm not trying to be like Jay and I'm not a homophobic. I'm just a little…unease."
Marco looked into his eyes," So you are embarrassed?"
"No, never!" Lacy said, taking his hand and petting it before letting it go quickly," I care, okay? What do you want me to prove to you?"
"That you're not embarrassed" Marco stated defiantly.
"Fine, okay, sure." Lacy stood up," May I have your attention everyone?" He called out.
"What are you doing?" Marco asked, tugging on his flannel button down black shirt.
"Support" Lacy said as all eyes turned on him," My best friend Marco Del Rossi is a laden Homosexual and I couldn't love him any more than I could if he was straight! Gay pride! Whhoooo!" People gave him blank stairs," That is all, you may now resume your conversations" He sat back down," See? Support."
Marco just stared at him and smile that smile and Lacy knew everything was better.
"I can't believe that they kicked us out for that moving speech that you gave" Marco said as the moved the window button down, letting the cool summer air blast upon his face, he smiled again and Lacy couldn't help but laugh," The face on that waiter was priceless"
"Yeah" Marco laughed," Oh sir, I'm sorry to report the owner has asked you two to leave the café due to your behavior, but you did a excellent speech sir" and then he pinched your butt" Marco giggled out.
"Yeah, yeah" Lacy said, turning the wheel and pulling into Marco's drive way," Hurry up, okay, it's getting later and I-"
"Can you come inside with me?" Marco asked," I mean, just real quick since you want to get out of here faster, it'd be easier if we carried it at the same time…" He trailed off, struggling with words.
"Is there something wrong?" Lacy asked, glancing at Marco in the darkness of the car, his worried face reflecting off of the light of the dashboard.
"No. no" Marco stammered," I just-"
"Come on" Lacy said, popping the door open," Let's get this over with"
Walking up to the doorway Marco shakily pulled out his key, unlocked the door and pulled Lacy towards his bedroom upstairs." I packed a lot of things, I hope you don't mind" He muttered as he pulled out a suitcase filled with articles of clothing and hair products. He tossed at Lacy who caught it at ease.
Once he got the other bags they made their way down the steps and towards the car. They were almost out the door," I can't wait, Lacy, this will probably be the bes-"
"Marco…where are you going?" A soft voice asked.
Marco dropped his bags in mid stride.
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