You Must Love Me
Summary: It's those three little words said to Marco. FICLET
SLASH
Rating: PG-13 due to homosexuality
It was finally summer, the season Marco and Dylan both thought would never come. Dylan finally moved into his new apartment building and Marco came over everyday since Dylan graduated in June. It had been three weeks since the graduation party. Marco had been coming over everyday, and Dylan didn't mind. In fact, he enjoyed his company. One day, Marco was asked to sleep over at Dylan's, and after Marco checked with his parents, he packed his duffel bag and waited on his porch for Dylan and his stylish convertible. While Marco waited, he had a daydream. This is what it was about:
We are in the Bahamas. Me and Dylan are in our hotel room, and we start to kiss at the table. We move over to the bed and we start to make out. Dylan is now on top of me and he gently slides his hand under my shirt. He his about to take it off and then......
"Marco!", yells a familiar voice from the Del Rossi driveway. "Hey, Dylan!", Marco calls back. Mrs. Del Rossi then came out of the house. "Have fun you two," she calls, "and if you guys share a bed, don't steal the covers from each other!" Mrs. Del Rossi then kissed Marco on the cheek. "If you need anything, just call," she softly told Marco. "I will, mama," Marco reassured his mother. After that, Dylan and Marco pulled out of the driveway. 'Finally', thought Marco. "You okay?", asked Dylan. Marco looked at Dylan weirdly. "Yeah......why?", Marco questioned. "You looked like you were in La-La-Land when I saw you on the porch!" "I did not!" "Marco, you did too!" "So what if I was?" Marco asked, starting to laugh. "What were you daydreaming about?" Dyl curiously asked, "or better yet, who?" "Oh, just someone.....", Marco said, looking away and smiling. "It was me, wasn't it, Marc?"
"Maybe...."
"Just tell me who it was, man!"
"I will when we get to your place!"
"Just tell me who you were daydreaming about, Marco!!!!!"
"Alright, alright! I'll tell you!"
Marco told Dylan every detail of his daydream, and Dylan smiled to himself the entire time. When they got to the apartment, Dylan opened up the trunk of his car and grabbed two grocery bags. "I went shopping before I picked you up," Dylan confessed to Marco. "Oh, that's alright," Marco started, "I mean, everyone has to eat, right?" The two boys both laughed at that. Marco loved spending times like these with Dylan. It made him feel like he could reveal every part of who he was. Before he knew it, he was in his boyfriend's apartment. 'We are gonna have some fun!', thought Marco. Marco sat down and watched TV for about ten minutes and then he fell asleep.
Two Hours Later
Marco woke up to the sound of Dylan belching. He sat up slowly and looked at Dylan. "Sorry, did I wake you?", asked Dylan. "Yeah," Marco said, "but it's okay, I don't like napping all that much unless I'm sick. I guess I was just tired." Marco picked up the remote to the TV and chanfed the channel to the Discovery channel, where they we doing a special about Killer Whales. Marco felt like joking around with Dylan. Even though he knew Dyl was afraid of Killer Whales, it was just gonna be a joke. "Hey, Dyl! Come here a sec! They're showing a biography on Jerry Springer on the Discovery channel!", yelled Marco. Dylan walked over to Marco and looked at the TV. Marco thought Dylan was gonna pee himself. Marco couldn't hold the laughter in any longer. "Turn that off!" Dylan yelled, almost laughing himself. "Now I'm gonna have nightmares tonight, Marco!" "I was just playing Dylan," Marco said, still laughing, "I'm so sorry." Dylan smiled as he accepted the apology. He went in the kitchen to grab something. Marco changed the channel to the news.They were telling about a car accident in New York when Marco felt he was sprayed by something on his back. Marco touched the back to figure out what it was, and then he realized it was whipped cream. Marco turned and looked at Dylan and Dylan looked at Marco with an angelic smile on his face. "I know that was you Dyl!", Marco said. "Where's the proof?",Dyl asked Marco, trying not to laugh. "On the back of my shirt!", yelled Marco as he got a can of whipped cream and aimed at Dylan. Dylan ran out of the apartment and Marco chased him, as whipped cream shot out of the can. Dylan sprayed back at Marco. They were laughing as they chased each other in the the pack across the street. The whipped cream war went on for ten minutes, and then the two boys walked back to the apartment, covered in whipped cream.
10:35 P.M.
Marco was all ready for bed: his teeth were brushed, he took a shower and he was wearing his favourite p.j.s: his light blue shirt and his redplaid pants. Dylan was finished blowdrying his blonde hair and he was ready the exact same way Marco was, only he was wearing a white t-shirt and black and blue plaid pants. They both climbed into bed and Dylan turned out the light. Marco was lying in Dylan's arms, and his head was on his right shoulder. "Dyl?", Marco said. "Yeah?", asked Dylan softly. "Have you ever thought of what your life would be like if you never met me at the beach, or if I never came?", questioned Marco curiously. "Every once in awhile, but I don't like thinking about it at all." "Me neither," Marco agreed. There was silence for a few minutes and then Dylan finally said something.
"Marco?"
"Yeah?"
"You're the best friend I ever had. I love you."
"I love you too, and you are the best boyfriend I've ever had....well, you're the only one, but still the best!"
After that, Marco and Dylan kissed each other goodnight and fell fast asleep, with dreams that were as sweet as candy.
A/N: How was it?! Please read and review! Tell me if you would like for this to go on!