A/N: I apologize ahead of time...I realize now that this story is going to be very much like collide in the fact that I won't update as much as I can. I'm having problems writing this stuff. If Degrassi would show more Elex moments! I should probably watch the new episode a second time for their few minutes together. Is it weird that everytime it shows Ellie or Alex on the tv, I squeal? I also scream when it shows Paige. I cannot help my desires. I love all three of them, and if I could have them sleep in my bed for one night well...we won't go there. lol.
By the way, my sweet sixteen was WONDERFUL!
Anyhow, here's what my writer's block would allow me to write.

The next morning, I was awakened by Marco's telephone ringing. He rubbed his eyes, glancing at the phone in intense disdain. "Make it stopppp," I moaned, covering my head with a pillow. He got up, stumbling towards the phone and picking it up. He yawned in midspeak while saying "Hello?"
I heard him talk for a minute or two, and then he hung the phone back up and jumped into bed with me. I felt his head on my shoulder.
"That was Dylan calling to remind me of his party tonight."
"You're going?" I asked, stifling my own yawn. I felt him shrug against me, pulling me tighter.
"Maybe, I don't know."

I returned home gladly. I missed Alex like crazy, oddly enough. I tiptoed into my bedroom, seeing Alex fast asleep on my bed. Snickering lightly, I pounced on her. She jumped up from the bed and almost started choking me. When she saw it was me, she let out a not-too-pleased sound.
"I'd guess neither of us are morning people." I said, voice chipper, as I'd been awake for a few hours.
"You think?" She grumbled, pulling the covers away from me. I grabbed her by the arm, and kissed her. She closed her eyes tightly, face relaxing. She fumbled with her arms a little, trying to figure out where to put them so I didn't end up laying on them. She kissed me back, smiling. "Now, that's definately my favorite alarm clock ever."
I laughed, pushing a strand of Alex's hair back behind her ear. "I'll remember that."
We laid there for awhile, and then she finally got up. She stretched, and walked towards the bathroom. I followed her, and watched her brush her teeth. After she was done, I pulled her in for a kiss.

"Mmmmm. Minty fresh."
"Compliments of Crest."

Alex put her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "Missed you." She whispered.
"I missed you too." I replied, rubbing her back.
"What's up with that?" She cracked, pulling away from me with a grin.
"No idea. Oh, um, I wanted to ask you something," I began. She nodded, telling me to continue. "Dylan's having some party thing tonight. Marco and him are a bit distant lately, or at least Marco thinks so. He wants me to go to the party. I was wondering if you'd be willing to be my date."
She looked at me carefully, hand on her chin. Then she shrugged.
"Alright I suppose. Just don't blame me when people start rioting when they find out we're dating."
I laughed. There was a twinge of seriousness in her voice though, and that disturbed me. I grabbed her hand, and made her sit back down on the bed.

I knew I had some major insecurities right about now. I was scared of people's reactions. I remember all the horrible stuff that happened to Marco. Still the horrible things that happen to him from time to time. I'm not ready for that. Stepping into that world of hurt and anguish. I don't want people automatically labeling me or being afraid to talk to me because they think I'm diseased or something. I'm STILL Ellie. I wish they'd see that.
Maybe it'll be different because I'm female. I don't know. I've never been gay before. Alex is scared too, I know. Deep down, she's scared too. We're scared together, and that in itself makes it less scary.

"Tell me what's going on in your head." I said, kissing Alex's forehead lightly. She laced her fingers with mine, settling down into the bed a little.
"Alright, Doctor," her tone turned serious. "I'm terrified. And I'm never scared. People in this town are idiots is all. I heard about what happened to Marco. Of course, that was different, but if that happened in this town, anything else can. I guess I'll have to make sure I look out for you is all." She squeezed my hand. The look on my face changed to one of confusion.

"Wait a minute. You're worried they're going to hurt me? That's why you're scared?"

"Yes. I really...do care about you a whole hell of a lot. I don't want to see you hurt. I can take care of myself, you know that one. But you're soft-hearted, and it's different. I want you to be safe. I need you to be safe. So if you think I can protect you, if you believe in my strength, then go ahead. We'll go to the party together."

"It's not you I need to believe in. It's them. I need to believe they won't hurt me."

And you can tell me
exactly what you need

The rest of the day consisted of hamburgers and cruising around in Alex's car. Then it was time for the party. I was especially nervous. Marco picked us up, to conserve gas.
"Hey, lovebirds." Marco cracked, looking at us mockingly. I could see the glint in his eye, though. That twinge of jealousy. I felt so bad for him. My goal for the night, to get Dylan to vocalize his feelings. If I had to beat it out of him, that was fine too. I've never beaten up a gay hockey player before, but I'll try anything once.
We got into the car, and Alex kicked the back of Marco's seat. He rolled his eyes, beginning the short drive to Dylan's. He looked at me in the mirror, giving me an insecure smile. "I'm nervous." He admitted.
Alex smiled. "I can help you with that." She handed him a cd, and he popped it in rather reluctantly. Then blasted loud tunes, those types of songs that everybody knows. YMCA was on as we arrived at the party, and all three of us were singing. As we got out of the car, Marco gave Alex a pat on the back.

"Good method to get my mind off of it."
"No problem, Marco. It's the least I could do. You're practically my brother-in-law."

I took Alex's hand as we approached the door to the party. We walked in, and I made myself relax. Marco headed off Dylan's way, leaving my girlfriend and I completely alone.
She was so beautiful, in a different kind of way. She didn't look like the other girls at my school. Didn't act like them either. That was probably why I was drawn to her. She had this special quality. I'm not sure what it is. She's also got this irresistible grin, and this sparkle in her eye when she's getting ready to do something you're not gonna like. Example? When she gets ready to tickle me. I hate being tickled.

Alex laughed when the music in the background turned to something slow. She held out her hand shakily, taking note of everyone around her. I don't know why we worried so much. It was mostly gay people at this party anyway. I saw two girls out of the corner of my eye making out on the stairs.
"Dance with me?" She asked, shifting her weight uncomfortably. I could tell she wasn't really the dancing type. I wasn't really either, but it was nice for being close together. I nodded, taking her hand, and she pulled me slowly to her. Alex let her hands rest on my hips, while mine were around her neck, considering she was taller than me. I smiled, looking into her eyes. She was looking into mine as well. It's hard to explain, but it reminded me of this time I went swimming in a lake...

I pulled her body closer to mine and rested my head on her shoulder as we swayed to the music. Our bodies were touching completely, and every part of me was humming. I closed my eyes. I jumped when I heard a noise. Turning around, I saw Marco. The look on his face was complete devastation. I grabbed him in a hug, and he cried softly.
"Dylan was...the dorm room...Eric...kissing." Half of what he was saying was inaudible because of the sobs coming from him. I struggled not to cry myself. I turned to Alex, giving her a look.
"Take him into the car. We're leaving. Give me about five minutes." I demanded, stomping upstairs to the dorm rooms. I opened Dylan's door, and sure enough, there he was. The look on my face turned angry.

"I'll give you a chance to beg for mercy before I make your pretty face bleed. Marco's my best friend. And you claim you love him, too. When you love somebody, you don't usually go around sucking off other people's faces and god knows what else." I mumbled, walking towards him. The other guy looked uncomfortable. He kissed Dylan's cheek, whispering something in his ear, and made sure to walk out very fast.

"Ellie, it's not your business." Dylan argued, pushing my hand away from him.
"I'd say its very much my business. Do you even love him?" I accused, screaming.
"Of course I do! I never lied about that!"
"WHY are you off kissing other people!" I questioned, poking a finger at him. He shook his head.
"Thought you of all people would understand. After all, you're cheating on Sean with Alex, aren't you?"
"I'm not dating Sean, and how did you--" I paused, realizing that Marco had told him. That upset me slightly. I never said to Marco that it was okay to tell anyone. "Just tell me why you were kissing that guy."
"Marco's not here all the time. Loneliness happens. And there are people here, different people. I like those people. I can't help it."

"Oh yes, you can." I heard Marco's voice from the doorway. I backed away from Dylan, letting Marco talk to him. But it didn't take long. "Dylan, it's...o-over." He said, grabbing me and leaving before he got the chance to burst into tears again.

He drove us back home, and Alex and I were now sitting on the couch eating popcorn.
"You don't know how sick of popcorn I get working where I do." She complained.
"Next time you work, I'm coming to visit you. I have to see you in your cute uniform actually doing work," I stopped, thinking I was selfish. I felt so bad for Marco. He was my best friend, and he was hurting, all alone. What kind of friend was I? "Let's go visit Marco."

So we did.
I was glad to see a smile on his cute face.