"Wonderful" Marco murmured as he picked up the knife and sliced up the carrots in neat rows before slashing them to the side.
"I hardly consider making family for the brat and my parents wonderful" Lacy grumbled, wiping his hand on his brand new Pepe Jeans and sniffling slightly. Summer colds were horrible, but Marco wanted to stay in the pool during the thunderstorm to catch the full effects of it the night before.
It has been a week since Marco had came to spend time with the Witmores and suddenly every thing changed. Things became more neater and organized, stuff was in tact and even Nicky was calmer than usual. Tonight, as a big thank you, Marco had volunteered to cook dinner for them, so Lacy decided he would help also.
"You see, Lace" Marco said, swirling the wooden spoon around the broth that he had created," You have to be soft and patient with it…stir it, not ransack it like a horney teen" Marco said, gesturing to Lacy's wild hand jerks with his own pot.
And he was only making rice.
"Well, sorry" Lacy murmured out," Not every one is a big fancy Italian chef"
" I take pride in my work, you know." Marco smiled a little bit at Lacy. That " Its okay that I finally do something better than you" smile. In fact, Marco had a lot of smiles that spoke for when he didn't have to. And Lacy liked that, less communication.
"I was thinking, that maybe we should go and visit Spinner today in the hospital" Marco slipped into the conversation casually, but his stirring quickened," See how he's doing. It's been a long time since I've seen him…"
"Yeah, it has been" Lacy said softly, Marco was very raw at the moment on the subject. He looked tired and defeated again. That was one of the problems with Marco, he was a drunken sorrowful puzzle, not ones like Lacy has encountered before, and he always fell on him to put him back together again. And while Lacy didn't mind that, he did mind that fact that every time he did put him together, he just fell apart again.
What the point of creating a masterpiece only to have it torn down?
It was like Marco was Lacy's chalk painting in the Soho Village and then some homeless person pissed on it, washing it away. He did take pride in his work as well. But Marco was the main subject at hand here, what he needed came first. Mainly because when ever Marco was even remotely happy Lacy knew he was doing his job. And that…well, it made him feel better as well.
So here he was now, making burnt rice with a boy who was…a pinch above the rest.
"Yeah, it has been" He repeated again," I saw him last week, he asked about you" He stopped, putting down the spoon as Marco dropped butter into the rice and watched the water sizzle again." He misses you, you know. It's been such along time…" He trailed off, suddenly a little hurt himself, he didn't like or wasn't used to seeing Spinner in such harsh conditions.
"Yeah…well…I've been, busy" Marco trailed off, they both knew it was a lie but they weren't about to say it. Marco had a …problem.
A very Spinnerish problem
And though he may try and deny it, he was sadly a Spinnerfobic.
Afraid of what Spinner can do…and say, and what he thinks of him.
That's why Lacy has tried to be more…nice, and sweet towards the sensitive boy, he might just fall apart right before their eyes. And besides, the food wasn't even done yet. The problem was that Spinner talked to fucking much, pardon the language, but it was true. Some things that you think aren't meant to be said…or in Marco's case written across the bathroom wall in marker, hung from the valentines day banners or announced over the intercom at school.
It was almost as if he hated him.
So once again, Lacy Witmore, boy wonder and all around good guy, had to protect Marco from the villains of the outer world, as usual. That, meaning Spinner. But he could tell that he missed his best friend, which made him jealous for a second because he used to rely on Spinner for such worldly deeds, and he had to let him see him again.
So it was set, he guessed. He would take Marco to the hospital and all would be well and fuzzy…but…
He snapped out of his thoughts to hear Marco cursing at a thousand miles per minute. " Son a motherfuc-"
"Marc-"
"-king ass cu-"
"o- What is the matt-"
"-nt bitc-"
"MARCO!"
"-h damnit!" Marco finished, covering his mouth after wards and blushing," Oh…sorry. I just get a little focused when I cook and well…look at the rice, and I burned my finger…" He said, holding it up for Lacy to see.
Lacy rolled his eyes," I thought you had something important wrong…" He stopped, taking the finger and looking at it," Shheessh…"He pulled Marco over to the sink, held his hand and ran water on it and then gave it a quick, but meaningful kiss for good luck.
Though he could see Marco flushing like hell, he could tell it wasn't from attraction.
They were past the whole "No I don't like you so stop trying to shove your tongue down my throat" phase.
It was because he was laughing.
Lacy looked over to see his rice burning again.
"Thank you for the wonderful…lunch, Marco" Mrs. Witmore said as they sat around the table.
Dinner was official screwed so Marco opted for a quick and healthy lunch involving fruit, chocolates and crackers. Marco was a kitchen master.
"So where are you two boys off to?" Mrs. Witmore asked, carrying the plates away.
"The hospital, go see Spinner" Marco said slowly, chewing on his last piece, "Then we're off to the beach"
"The beach?" Lacy echoed as Marco shot him a look," Yeah…the beach. I want to get some good photographs in for the newspaper, final issue and all…for next year, I mean, I wanna get a head start on next year's issue". Lacy corrected himself since he remembered that school was over.
"Okay" His mother said, carefully washing her new china dishes, Just be back before 11, okay?"
"Okay" Both boys said as Marco picked up his sun glasses from the table, Lacy got the keys, and set out the door.
Marco stuck his hands in his new black jeans pocket and carefully tipped his head back, letting the water splash onto his face before blinking back at Lacy, who was sitting there amused.
"You're like a kid with a sprinkler, Marco. I don't understand why you insist we come here every summer" Lacy smiled though, he hated that Marco made him do that so much, it was beginning to annoy him.
"I have no clue actually, I guess all the best things in my life happen here" Marco shrugged a little," Like…all my life changing events. My first…second kiss. My first time I saw Dylan…the first time I met you, of course, the first time I came out publicly….at the same time…I can go on forever"
"Yeah, that was quite a summer" Lacy dug his feet into the sand, and ran his hand through his hair and fell backwards into the sand," It's nice weather…" He stopped as he noticed Marco sniffling a little. He rolled his eyes, so damn emotional.
"What's the matter?" Lacy asked, not moving.
Marco fell next to him, wiping a tear away. "Nothin-." He stopped. " Nothing-" He tried again but failed miserably.
And Lacy wasn't about to give him hug again.
"What if he says something about me, again?" Marco worried slightly, biting his lip.
Lacy's hands curled into the sand," Please Marco, Spin looovvveees you, he just won't say it. We all do. He just has a hard time of saying it"
"He's not the only one" Marco murmured under his breath.
"What?" Lacy asked, picking up on half of what Marco said.
"Nothing, fact of the matter is, I'm not sure if I can face Spinner yet" Marco said, standing up suddenly and running into the water, shouting the whole way as he pulled off his shirt and dove into it, he was a fish really. Water and him just gelled together.
"SO WHY NOT SWIM MY TROUBLES AWAY?" Marco yelled from the water.
Click.
Another picture to go towards memories for the future.
Lacy put down the camera and joined him, keeping his clothes on, of course and throwing water on him.
" He what?" Marco stammered over the phone, his eyes wide in shock." Oh…my…god…" He trailed off." I can'tbelievethathe'ddothattoMarkLikethatImeanthey've beendating for whatseemedto belikemonthsnow. Why the sudden break up?" He was on his cell phone outside the hospital now, and whenever he got on it, his sentences just seemed to jumble together, and his speech quickened.
Lacy wasn't in the mood for Marco's petty gossip and was tempted to smash the phone when Marco sighed out "Love you, Kasie, bye!" And clicked it off. " Drama," He sighed," Can't get enough of it"
"Can we go and see him now before he dies?" Lacy snapped.
Marco's eyes fell.
"I mean, really now, Marco, stop stalling…"
"I'm not stalling, I'm talking to one of my friend on an important matter of-"
"Bullshit" Lacy said plainly.
"And you mister, need to clean out your mouth…" Marco sneered a little as he snapped his cell phone shut, licked his lips and walked up the steps of the hospital," Come on then, we don't want him dying now do we?"
Something inside Lacy hurt when Marco said dying so harshly.
Room 409, left hall way, last door on the right, turn up the corner and you'll see the elevator. Take that to the 6th floor and then you'll see another pink door that says private, make a right, go down that aisle and then you'll see room 607.
Marco looked at the paper again, he was now standing in front of the room after getting lost 5 times. Lacy stood behind him, darkly hovering over his shoulder with a glare before turning the knob…
Marco slapped his hand away," Wait"
"What now?"
"Support me, okay?" Marco glanced up at him sadly, moist eyes glistening.
Lacy blew out a breath as his green ones made full contact with his brown ones and did the perfect "I know that you know that you always come first in support but let me smile so you can understand it again" smile.
He placed his hand on the knob and turned it to the left…
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