(A/N: hey all I'm back any I'd like to thank:
1. My alienangel- the one who turned me into a fan fic junkie with her great stories- thanks for your never-ending support
2. Tiffany Krystal-the girl who was"anxiously awaiting your(mine!) continuation" (I just love that statement..it makes me all giddy.) -here you go.)
As for the disclaimer: y'all know the drill by now- I don't own the show(I know it's sad)
Chapter 2
Manny looked at Marco in her arms still uncertain as to why she was here. When Marco called her, she didn't know what to expect but she felt the desperate urge to be there for him. The second she hung up the phone she had cancelled the plans she previously had and went to Marco's. Marco slowly disentangled himself from her.
"Thanks" he said shyly.
"No problem" Manny shrugged. "But do you want to explain the call from nowhere"
" I don't know... I miss this Manny, our friendship."
This time Manny laughed. She contemplated informing him on how she hated the way their friendship was. Marco never acknowledged her publicly as friends, though to be fair, neither did she. Instead they hung out in cafes and clubs that they knew none of their friends would go to and talked on the phone at inhumane times of the night But this isn't what he needs. "I do too."
"So.. upstairs"
"Where else?" she asked with mock seriousness.
As they got closer to Marco's room, Manny noticed he reluctance to continue on. Without a second thought Manny stopped Marco from moving. "Stay right here" with that she stepped with a determined march into Marco's room. Confused Marco followed her only to see her ripping out every reminder of Dylan down.
"W-Wh-What are you doing?" Marco stuttered
"It's like ripping off a band-aid, you just need to get it over with." Manny said with certainty
Marco stood there memorized as she zoomed around his room doing what he couldn't bring himself to do. After a couple of minutes Manny stood next to a pile on the floor smiling sheepishly. Marco looked at the pile.
"Yeah, remind me to come to you with all of my band-aids"
"That's what I'm here for." The two laughed and Marco walked into his room.
They spent the next two hours just talking and ended with the kiss with Craig. This little tidbit had Manny rolling on the floor laughing.
"I know we have the same taste in guys but isn't this taking things a little far?"
"Shut up Manny. You know it wasn't like that."
Manny looked at Marco and he looked back. They both thought the same thing It's weird how right this feels
Marco broke the silence "Manny, I miss our friendship" he stated for the second time that night.
Manny sighed. Why did he have to mess this up? She almost forgot about their history. "We can't." she answered simply
"Why not?"
"Because in a month we're going to end up in the same place we were in a month ago. You're going to have to choose between me and Paige and..."
"What?"
Manny looked at him heartbroken. "I don't think I can take that." With that she gathered herself off of his bed and out the bedroom door.
"Manny wait"
"No Marco, just get back to your world. I'm not a part of it."
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"You know you are a great guy. The most honest, down-to-earth, nicest person that I know. You're a little short, but that just adds to the cuteness. That I would find you to be. If you were a girl or I was not a guy... not gay. Just tell me this is helping."
Craig replayed those lines in his mind as well as the event that happened after it. Marco kissing him. Marco's lips on him. The whole thing felt ...different. But different isn't always bad. He reminded himself. But that might mean . . . I don't even wanna think what that means.
The door bell rang and Craig went downstairs to let Ashley in.
This feels right he said after kissing her.
The two went to the garage to hang out like they normally did. And make out like they normally did.
But as hard as he tried Ashley's kisses continued to pale in comparison to... what was different.
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(A/N yes, yes I'm a drama whore. But honestly what do you guys think because secretly I'm also a feedback whore as well. shh! don't tell drama)