Sorry it took me forever to update my story with Chapter 5. Alot of things have happened to me in the past few months. I was sick, there was someone that I didn't know too personally but I enjoyed that person anyway...and he died, very busy lately, and my birthday even passed...it was Feb. 26...lots of crap went on. I apologize deeply for putting everyone that enjoyed my story on a waiting list or whatever else you wanna call it. I also apologize deeply once more for removing the story "Can you hear my cry?"...I hate to disappoint people, but that story was just gnawing at me and it didn't feel right to have a story where Marco was raped released around the same time that there was a chapter of this story that revealed Dylan's rape. But something bad may happen in the future to Marco...something really bad...what will happen? Ok...with that set aside... thanx for all the nice reviews! On with Chapter six!
Chapter 6
When Dylan got to his apartment building, he took his key out of his car's ignition and he gently shook Marco to wake him up.
"Marco, baby, it's time to get up. We're here."
Marco opened his eyes and he tried to stretch a little bit but his back stung from when his mom pushed him down the stairs earlier, so he let out a painful cry. Dylan quickly got out of the driver's seat and closed his door. He went over to the passenger's side and once the car door was opened, he gently picked up and carried Marco. Dyl walked up the stairs to his apartment door and opened it. He set Marco down and went to go get his boyfriend's bags out of his car. Marco walked in Dylan's and as of now his room and lay himself on the bed, and he started to cry so hard that he was shaking. He was sick of being trashed for being gay. It was who he was. He knew he was supposed to wait until he was married to have sex, but what he did felt so right. He felt more than ready to lose his virginity with Dylan. It was February, and they have been going out since the end of April.(A/N: I don't know if it was in April or May that they had their first date so just bare with me.) It had been nearly9 months that they had been dating, anyway. Dylan walked in his apartment and closed the door behind him. He heard Marco crying, so he quickly came into his room and set his boyfriend's stuff down. He walked over to Marco and as he sat down on the bed, he gently pulled Marco up so that he was holding him close.
"Shh, Marco, it's okay. Everything's gonna be fine," Dylan whispered to Marco while he rubbed his back (where it didn't hurt)soothingly. Marco held on to Dylan tightly as he cried hard in Dylan's chest. His boyfriend and new lover continued rub his back until he finally calmed down. They sat that way for while. Marco was hating the silence so he whispered "I'm sorry" into Dylan's chest.
"Marco, this wasn't your fault or mine. Noone's fault except your parents', so if anybody should be apologizng, it should be them, those goddamn idiots. They shouldn't have done that to us, especially your mom. She shouldn't have pushed you down the stairs like that. Seeing that tonight is Friday night, is there anything that you wanna do? Are you okay?", Dylan replied and asked. Marco had shown Dylan anywhere on him that was a painful spot, and Dylan took care of it all. The only painful spots on Marco were two huge rugburns on his back and where he was slapped in the face. Dylan cleaned up the places where he was rugburned and wiped Marco's face with a washcloth moistened with cool water. After the boys got their pajama's on and Marco's clothes that he packed were put away in Dylan's closet, Marco sat on the couch and started watching TV while Dylan fixed a snack for the two of them.
"Hey, Marco, anything specific you want to snack on?"
Marco shook his head. "Not really...just surprise me."
Dylan knew there was something wrong. Usually, Marco would always give Dylan good snack ideas, but this time he had no answer and he sounded highly depressed. This wasn't the cute, fun-loving and giggly Marco del Rossi he knew. This sounded like someone who sounded as if they were too sad to want anything. He closed the fridge that he had open and he came over to Marco on the couch, who was crying again silently. He sat down and put his arms around him tight, and Marco hugged back and cried in his boyfriend's chest. The younger teen didn't want to cry anymore, but he couldn't help it. He was hurt physically and emotionally by the two people he loved and thought they loved him back...his parents. Although he knew Dylan loved him inside andout, he felt almost completely unloved. Dyl patted the back of Marco's head gently as Marco let the tears fall from his eyes. After a while, Marco stopped and kept his head on Dylan's chest as they watched a horrible, non-entertainingmovie. When the commercials came back on Dylan had many questions he wanted to ask Marco. How was he feeling? What was he feeling? What were the thoughts on his mind?
"Marco, what are you thinking about?", Dylan gently asked.
Marco looked into Dylan's eyes. "Things that I don't want to happen to me."
"Like what?"
Marco paused for a moment until he found an answer that wouldn't confuse Dylan and made alot of sense.
"I think alot about my parents disowning me, beating me until I pass out, trying to kill me, rape me, basically.", Marco replied as he took a deep breath, then continued. "I mean, why wouldn't they? I broke one of their rules. I was supposed to wait until I was married to lose my virginity, and I lost it tonight with you, and you're my boyfriend, not my husband...yet...maybe you will be someday. But I did what I did because it felt right at the time, and unfortunately, according to them, they don't give a shit. If I even make one little mistake, they'll beat the shit out of me...okay, it was a big mistake in their eyes but not mine...they can't let me make descisions for myself unless they're unfair when it comes to us, andI hate it. They pretended to accept us, and Iknow that that is true.I'm not sure if you'll be okay with this right now with your rape trial comng up, but after the whole incident with my mom, I think I should move in with you. You're the only person I feel safe with."
Dylan didn't know what to say at all. He would love for Marco to move in with him, but he wasn't exactly sure if now was a good time for it. However, Marco had said before they made love for the first time that if he was caught by his parents that he would be disowned. He also stated that he'd be out of the house, and by that he meant that he would be forced to move out. Besides, out of all the things he had, Marco mostly had clothes. He almost had more clothes than Paige. It was scary, but the older teen was sure that they could tackle it all in one weekend. All he had to do was call Tom and ask him to help them both, and the job would be done quicker. While Dylan was trying to make his decision, the phone suddenly rang. Marco went into the kitchen and looked at the caller ID.
"555-1429...Ronald Wavergan", Marco read out loud. "Last name sounds familiar."
"That's Tom, could you get that? I have to use the bathroom.", Dylan asked. Marco replied with a quick yes and answered the phone.
"Hey, Dyl. It's Tom. I just got your text that you sent me a few minutes ago and-"
"Tom, it's Marco. Hi. What was his text about?"
"Hey, bud! He just said tat he wanted to talk to me. So...umm...what have you guys been doing?"
Marco smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know!"
"Yeah, actually, I would! Last time I checked, we were good friends."
Marco was about to tell him about losing his virginity, but then he heard a beep.
"Hold on...I got a beep, okay Tommy?"
Tom said he'd be waiting. Marco pressed the flash button.
"Michalchuk residence," Marco said as he hoped it wasn't a telemarketer or either one of his parents.
"Hey, asshole. It's your mother. Just called to let you know that I suggest you get all your shit up and out of this house by Monday. You now officially don't live here anymore since you decided you can do whatever the hell you please. Including your dog, Crabs."
"His name is Cobb and where am I supposed to go, Ma? I don't even know if Dylan will let-"
"Don't interrupt me, queer! Like I said, you got 'til Monday to get all of your bullshit out of this house. Dog better be out too, his 'pissing all over the house' game is starting to get on my damn nerves. If you leave him behind, we'll put him to sleep. If you decide not to get your stuff or you leave anything at all behind, we'll either burn it or sell it. That's all I wanted to say."
The line went dead. Marco remembered that Tom was on the other line, so he pressed the flash button again.
"Tom, I'm gonna have to call you back either later on or tomorrow."
"Okay...see you."
"Alright. Bye."
Marco hung up the phone and started to panick in his mind. 'Great, the people from Hell want my stuff out by Monday and Dylan hasn't even made his decision yet. What am I gonna tell him now? Marco, you're so stupid!', Marco thought to himself. Just then, Dylan came out of the bathroom and walked over to his boyfriend. He noticed something was wrong again.
"Baby what's wrong now? I don't mean to drag it out like that, but it looks like a new problem arrived."
Marco turned his head and looked at Dylan at the sound of his voice.
"I've gone from being on the semi-permanent verge of tears to being so pissed and stressed out. While I was talking to Tom, my mom beeped in. She said she wants my 'bullshit' out of the house by Monday or it's getting burned or sold. Said if I left Cobb behind that they would get him put to sleep. I don't know what to do. I mean, I would ask you again but I don't wanna put more stress on top of your trial coming up and I don't even know if your apartment building allows dogs."
Dylan grabbed Marco and hugged him. "Of course you can move in. It wouldn't really bother me, because you mostly have clothes along with a few other accessories. As for Cobb, he can stay as long as he's cleaned up after and on a leash when he's outside. Plus, we could probably tackle it all in one weekend, and there's plenty of room in my closet. So, it really wouldn't stress me out."
Marco hugged Dylan tighter and squealed like a girl. He couldn't help that. Ever since he started dating Dyl, he had that problem. He was very happy that Dylan said yes. He wasn't gonna be homeless, and he just wanted to tell the world. He kissed Dylan on the lips.
"Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! I can't thank you enough!", Marco said loudly. He then kissed Dylan again passionately on the lips for about five seconds. The two boys broke the kiss and looked into each other's eyes. Marco just smiled and blushed for squealing. He wished that they could go out and celebrate...maybe they could. Marco looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was only 9:03.
"Hey, Dilly, I know we got ready for bed, but it's only a little bit after 9:00. You wanna go out and celebrate? We don't have to if you don't want to."
Dylan thought for a minute.
"How about having Tom sleep over? Or we can go to his place, if ya want."
Marco nodded his head quickly and suggested that they all went out as a group. Dylan agreed and then picked up the phone and dialed Tom's number. Tom picked up.
"Hey, Tom. It's Dylan. You busy tonight?"
"No...why? Is Marco okay?"
"He's a little shaken up because he got disowned by his parents earlier...it's a long story...but he's okay. Um...were you wanting to sleep over?"
Tom sighed in relief. He would do anything to get out of his apartment and have such aawesome weekend.
"Sure," Tom said smiling, "that would be great! I was waiting for my boyfriend butI guess he isn't coming over or he wanted me to pick him up.Um...let me just pack my duffel bag and I'll be right up."
"Alrite, see you in ten. Bye.", Dylan replied before hanging up with Tom. He turned to Marco.
"Tom's coming up...why don't we both throw on some jeans and t-shirts so we can go celebrate your moving in? Sound good?"
Marco nodded as he walked in the bedroom and grabbed a his faded blue jeans, a t-shirt, his black stretchy hat he wore when he went to Paige's to help he feel better about herself after her trial, and his hair straightener. He quickly ran into the bathroom and closed the door. Dylan took off his pajammas and threw on a white t-shirt, jeans, and his huge black hoodie. Marco changed out of his pajammas and put on his clothes rather quickly, and then he straightened his hair, which took eight minutes. Afterward, he put on his hat and walked out of the bathroom just as Tom was knocking at the door.
"Marco, could you get that? I'm looking for my other sneaker", Dylan called from their room. Marco rolled his eyes and smiled. 'He needs to get organized', he thought. He walked over to the door and once he opened it, he gave Tom a warming welcome by giving him a hug.
"Hey, Tom!", Marco greeted.
"Nice to see ya again, Marco!", Tom greeted back with a smile. Tom walked in and set his duffel bag by the door. He sat on the couch next to Marco and they talked until Dylan was ready to go. After alot of ideas, the boys decided to go shopping at Wal-Mart, pick up Tom's boyfriend and go out to dinner. Tom sat in the back of Dylan's car while Marco sat in the front passenger seat. He wanted to sit in the front because after the love that they made earlier that evening, he had to feel Dylan lighly brush his hand against his. He wanted to do it with Dylan again that night but he figured that he wouldn't want to with all the chaos currently going on in both of their lives, so he kept his mouth shut. Dylan got in the car, started the ignition and he drove them off to Tom's boyfriend's place, which was two blocks away. When they got there, Tom walked up to the door and noticed there was a note. It read:
To whom it may concern,
We are out of town until Sunday due to an emergency. If anyone needs to reach us call either one of the following cell phone numbers:
555-9254---Chris Danielson
555-1735---Wanda and Robert Danielson
Thank you very much and we apologize for any inconvienience this may have caused.
The Danielsons
Tom sighed and got back in the car, as he told Marco and Dylan that his boyfriend, Chris, was out of town.
"I'm really sorry guys" , Tom blurted out as he put on his seat belt. Marco turned his head and looked at Tom.
"It's not your fault or Chris's , so don't apologize, okay? There's nothing for you to be sorry about."
Tom nodded after he listened to Marco's words. Dylan drove to Wal-Mart once everyone was buckled up. Once they got there, Dylan turned to Tom.
"Tom, what are you gonna look at first?"
"I'll be in the clothes, of course."
Dylan laughed at that. "Okay, go ahead. We'll meet you there."
Tom nodded as he walked off quickly to Wal-Mart's entrance, since it was as cold as hell. Marco laughed at him, then turned to Dylan.
"Was there something you wanted to tell me, Dilly?", Marco asked as he stared into Dylan's blue eyes.
"Here...I know you have money, but I got one hell of a paycheck at my job this month," Dylan replied. He was working at Burger King to keep his rent paid. He thought his job was pretty good, "and I thought I'd give you a little more to getcha through."
Marco tried to refuse the fifty dollars that Dylan was giving him, but Dylan wouldn't let him.
"Baby, I'm not giving it to you just because we had sex."
"Dyl, I never said that. Wasn't in my thoughts either."
"Oh...sorry."
"It's alright."
"Marco, twenty bucks isn't much. Just take the fifty...that way you'll have seventy and I'll have seventy. I put the other ninty-five dollars away, and I used the rest to pay the rent."
Marco tried to grab the fifty dollar bill, but Dylan playfully snatched it.
"Dylan! Gimme that", Marco said as he giggled. Dylan gave his boyfriend the money and kissed him.
"I love you, Marco."
"I love you too...Dylan...do you want to do it again later?"
"Do what again later?"
"Umm...you know...make love?"
Dylan blushed. "If you want."
Marco nodded as he got out of the car. As Dylan was climbing out of the car, Marco ran to the entrance without him. Once he was inside, he ran straight to the clothes. Marco was halfway there when he found out that Dylan was chasing after him. He was out of breath anyway, so he stopped where he was and he let Dylan catch up with him. Dyl picked Marco up and kissed him in front of everyone, and then he set him down.
"I'm gonna go meet Tommy in the clothes. You coming?"
Dylan shook his head. "I'm gonna be in the electronics." Marco nodded his head and walked straight to the clothes. Dylan waited until he turned the corner, and then he went to the health aisle. He was actually going to buy some warming lube that he and Marco could use. He didn't feel that a condom was enough to warm Marco up. If Marco would want to wait to use it then that would be okay with Dylan. Dyl picked a good size bottle and went to pay for it. Once he paid for it he waited up front for Tom and Marco.
Later that night...
Tom was all ready for bed once Dylan and Marco finished using the bathroom. Tonight was an awesome night for him. He got to hang out with two of his friends, he went shopping with them, and he had an awesome dinner, too. He was even going to sleep over. It was 11:45 when he finally went to sleep on the couch. Dylan and Marco went their room, and Dylan closed and locked the door behind him. Marco's heart was racing. Dylan climbed onto the bed and slowly yet sweetly he kissed Marco.
"Do you think we can use warming lube tonight or do you wanna wait a few times before we do?", Dylan asked gently as he as he slipped Marco's shirt off and gently tossed it onto the floor. Marco thought for a moment.
"We can use it tonight if you want to," the younger teen whispered. The two boys made out passionately as they slowly took off each other's clothes until they were both completely naked.
"God, Marco...you're so adorable."
Marco blushed and thanked Dylan with a breath-taking kiss. Although no lights were on in the room, Dylan could see Marco clearly, and he could feel him blush against his skin.
"So are you, Dyl."
Dylan moved behind Marco and grabbed he lube from the drawer in his nightstand. He opened the lid.
"Baby, you ready?", Dylan gently asked Marco. Marco nodded slowly as he took a deep breath and held it. Dylan inseted his finger as Marco exhaled the breath he held. It still hurt a little bit, but he knew it would go away soon, so it didn't bother him.
"Dyl, you want me to lube you up or do you think it will bring back horrible memories or your rape?", Marco whispered as he turned his head and looked into his eyes.
"You can do it if you want...it won't bother me."
Marco nodded to Dylan's reply as he got behind him. He squeezed the right amount of lube onto his finger and inserted a finger into Dylan. Dylan let out a sigh as he felt Marco's firm but gentle fingers inside him. When Marco was finished, he got back in front of Dylan and he turned his head to face him.
"You ready for me yet?"
Dylan nodded as he gently put his hands on Marco's hips. Marco slid down slowly onto Dylan, and they started another wild ride. Dylan thought it was a waste of time for Marco to lube him up because he knew for sure that he wasn't gonna last long. It didn't take long for Marco to moan out Dylan's name over and over and over in pleasure.
"Oh, God, Dylan! You feel so good! Harder!"
Dylan pumped into Marco harder, making Marco moan louder. The way Dylan pumped into Marco at any speed or feeling was pure ecstasy, and it showed both of them that they both loved each other. Dylan pumped a little bit harder to the point where the pleasure was unbearable. Dylan was moaning softly; that was the kind of guy he was. Not long after, the two boys both exploded. Marco crawled off of Dylan and laid next to him under the covers. He had his head on Dylan's left shoulder, and his hand was on his chest.
"I love you Dylan", Marco whispered once he kissed Dylan softly.
"Love you too, Marco."
And with that, the two boys fell into a deep, deep slumber.
The next morning...
"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!"
Dylan rolled over and hit the 'alarm off' button on his alarm clock. Marco opened his eyes and rolled off Dylan so he could stretch, and then he wet back to the way he was laying on Dylan while he slept. Dyl kissed Marco on the forehead.
"Good morning, baby", he said gently.
"Morning, Dilly. Damn, it's a little bright in this room. What time is it?"
Dylan glanced over at his alarm clock again.
"7:03...we need to be getting up if were going to get all your stuff out of your house...and Cobb."
Marco sighed. "I'm not ready to get up yet...I'm too cozy and warm."
Dylan smiled. "I know, baby. But we don't have a choice. I told your parents when we got home last night that we'd be there by 8:30. What did you think of last night? If you ask me, I thought it was amazing...you were amazing."
Marco thought for a moment. "Dylan, you made it all mind-blowing. I can't thank you enough for everything that you'e doing. Letting me move in with you, making love to me the way that I want it, taking care of me, lettiing me heal...I can't thank you enough, but I don't know how to repay you", Marco replied as he searched for his boxers on the floor and put them on. "There's gotta be something I can do."
Dylan was still laying in bed while Marco was getting clean clothes out of his duffel bag. He didn't think that Marco had to repay him, but since he wanted to, he thought hard, and he had an idea. He wanted Marco to go to his therapy meetings with him and go to his trial, but he decided to wait to tell Marco until later.
"Dylan? Any ideas?", Marco asked again as he zipped up his duffel bag and got a clean towel out of the bottom drawer of Dylan's dresser. He looked at Dylan as he waited for an answer.
"Umm...you really don't have to, but since"-
"Bullshit!"
Marco giggled once he said that out loud to interrupt Dylan.
"Wow, Marco! You're serious about this! You know, you didn't have to cut me off! As I was saying, you don't really have to but since you want to, then I'll think about it."
Marco kissed Dylan on the lips. "Thank you. I'm gonna get a shower, okay?"
Dylan nodded as he watched Marco walk out of the room. Marco went into the living room and saw that Tom was still sleeping.
"Tom! Get up! We gotta go soon!" , Marco shouted slightly. Tom got up and looked at his watch that was sitting on the living room table. Marco walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He turned the water on and adjusted it the way that he wanted it to feel. He slipped off his boxers and he stepped in, washed himself, and then his hair, then he rinsed his hair and body, and he got out. As he shut the water off, he heard someone knock on the door. He quickly searched for his towel but he could not find it. Mentally panicking, he opened the door as he hid his crotch beind the door. It was Dylan.
"Sorry...I should've asked you before I put you towel in the nice warm dryer...here", Dyl said as he proudly handed Marco his towel. "Hurry up and get dried off so I can take a look at your back, alright?"
Marco nodded as he kissed Dylan on the lips and closed the door. He quickly dried off and tied the towel around his waist. He tried to hurry out of the bathroom and into his and Dyl's room, but Tom caught him as he was eating breakfast that he brought from McDonald's.
"Ooh, Marco! What a sexy outfit!"
Marco blushed and told Tom to shut up as he kept walking into the room. Dylan was sitting on the bed already dressed.
"Hey, Marco, um...my friend Jason wants to help me and Tom move your stuff so you don't really have to go if you don't want."
Marco shook his head. "In that case I'm definetly staying home. But what about Cobb?"
"I can take him in your car, can't I?"
"I don't see why not. I really do thank you for being there for me through all of this."
Dylan kissed Marco. "You're so welcome. Just do me a favor...don't say thank you again!", Dylan shouted as he pushed Marco onto his back gently and ticked him until he begged for him to stop. After everybody stopped fooling around and got dressed, ate, and after Marco got dressed and straightened his hair once it was dry, Tom andDylan were out the door once Jason showed up. Marco handed Dylan both of their car keys and kissed him goodbye.
"If anything, anything happened to Cobb or my car, call me here or on my cell A.S.A.P! Ya hear me?"
Dylan nodded as he cradled Marco's head in his hands and kissed him on the tip of his nose.
"I promise, love. We'll be back and forth through the house so...leave the door unlocked."
Marco nodded as he watched the one he loved the most walk out the door. He smiled because he loved Dylan and would do anything for him. He went back inside and watched TV. He channel surfed until he found his favorite movie was on TV, which was A Walk To Remember. It used to make him cry the first few times that he'd seen it, but not anymore. It just made him wonder what it be like to be dying and wondering when your life would end abruptly. He was thankful that he wasn't dying, and if he was, he'd cherish every moment he had with Dylan and his and Dyl's families, the moments he had with all of his friends, everything he had. Then, all of a sudden, Dylan opened the door and brought three boxes in. Marco turned and looked at him.
"Damn, baby! That was fast!"
"I didn't pack this. Your mom did."
Marco's eyes widened. "You mean she's packing my stuff? Well, this is just great. Now I'm not really gonna get shit!"
Dylan put his hand on Marco's shoulder.
"When we got there, she started to pack some things but once she saw us she stopped and left it to us, so you can put your worries aside, love. Okay?"
"Yeah," Marco said as he sighed in relief. Dylan kissed him on his forehead and made his way out the door, only to return a few minutes later with Cobb on his leash and Marco's car keys. Cobb jumped up onto Marco and licked him all over his face, making Marco laugh. Dylan shook his head and laughed.
"Your keys are on the table...we'll be back."
Marco glanced at him and nodded the best he could and did his best to get Cobb to calm down. Through the day, more and more of Marco's stuff piled in boxes of all sizes. Whenever Dylan came around, Marco asked to unpack some of the stuff, but Dylan wanted to help him, so Marco waited. By the time it was 2:30, the three boys were done getting Marco's stuff into Dylan's apartment. Tom left at 3:00, so Marco decided to change into his bagy army print pants, a grey t-shirt, and his stretchy Triple 5 soul hat. They started to unpack Marco's clothes and put them into Dylan's dresser and closet.
"Wow, I hope you don't have as many shoes as you do clothes," Dylan teased. Marco playfully smacked him as he folded up a pair of jeans. When Dylan opened another box, he found a few photo albums.
"Hey, look! Pictures!"
'Oh, no', Marco thought. He didn't like it when people seen his baby pictures...plus it would probably hurt him to have to look at them because his parents were in alot of those pictures, living as if they would never let go of their son.
Dylan was flipping through the album.
"Oh, goodness, Marco! You were so cute!", Dylan said as he grinned at a photograph of Marco in the bathtub as a baby. Marco rolled his eyes as he faked a smile. He glanced at some of the pictures and he saw his parents kissing on his cheek. Hugging him. Holding him. He wanted to die.
"Dylan, maybe we should put those away for right now," Marco said as he tried to hold back the tears. He could feel them force their way out.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just can't look at them right now, and I want to put them away."
"Marco, there must be some sort of reason why you don't want me to look at them."
"Dylan, I didn't say that, I just said that I couldn't look at them right now."
"Then...don't."
Marco sighed and rolled his eyes as he pulled out a hanger from Dylan's closet. "You don't get it, do you?"
"How can I get anyhting if you keep it to yourself?", Dylan asked rudely as he slammed the album shut.
Marco was getting angry and upset. "I told you that I can't look at the goddamn pictures, and if there's a reason that I am not comfortable to share it with you right now, then you need to respect that! I didn't get rude about it, so there's no reason for you to!"
"Yeah, well there's no reason for you to yell at me Marco because I'm right here!", Dylan yelled back as he got off the bed from where he was sitting.
"YES THERE IS! I WATED TO PUT THE ALBUMS AWAY BECAUSE IT HURTS ME TO LOOK AT THOSE PICTURES!"
"How?"
Marco turned his head and shook it as he hung one of his shirts up, but Dylan grabbed his shoulder to make him turn around.
"How does it hurt you, Marc-"
"DON'T EVER GRAB ME LIKE THAT! EVER!", Marco yelled as he pointed a finger in Dylan's face.
"WHY THE FUCK WON'T YOU ANSWER MY QUESTION, MARCO!"
"BECAUSE YOU WON'T ANSWER MINE AND YOU WON'T STOP PUSHING THE ISSUE! I TOLD YOU THAT I DIDN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, SO YOU SHOULD JUST SHUT UP ABOUT IT!"
"THAT'S BECAUSE I DIDN'T MAKE A DECISION ABOUT IT YET! AND ANYWAY, MINE'S A SIMPLE QUESTIN THAT SHOULDN'T BE TO HARD TO ANSWER! WHAT IS IT ABOUT THE ALBUMS THAT IS-"
"SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! I SAID I WOULD TELL YOU WHEN I WAS COMFORTABLE, AND RIGHT NOW I'M NOT, SO QUIT BUGGING ME ABOUT IT! SHIT!", Marco screamed at Dylan as he slammed a few bare hangers that he didn't need into their closet. He was crying by now.
"Marco, can't we talk about this?"
Marco wiped a few tears away as he rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Oh, please...Dylan, don't give me that bullshit. You cuss me out, you yell at me just to get an answer and then you want to talk about it? I'm sorry but I can't believe you asked me a stupid question...oh, and uh, the answer is NO."
Dylan saw that Marco was crying and tried to put his arms around him, but Marco pushed him away.
"I need some time alone, Dylan."
Dylan was almost speechless. 'Is he thinking about breaking up?', he thought.
"Are you thinking about breaking up?", Dylan asked nervously as he shook.
Marco shook his head. "No. You know I love you, but I just need some time alone, okay?"
Dylan nodded as he walked out of their room and shut the door behind him. He was about to sit down on the couch and watch TV, but he saw Cobb laying on the couch sleeping, so he just sat at the table by the kitchen and turned the TV on with the remote. Marco laid on their bed and cried so hard he thought he would explode. After a while, he fell asleep, still upset and angry at himself for yelling at Dylan. Although Dylan did keep pushing, he didn't mean to scream at him and tell him him to shut up. He was going to tell Dylan why it hurt him to look at the pictures later on.
When it was around 4:15, Dylan decided to check on Marco and apologize to him. He felt horrible for yelling at him. The poor boy had just been disowned by his parents yesterday for losing his virginity, and less than a day later here Dyl was yelling at him and making a scene over a photo album. However, there was something that was bothering Marco and he wanted to make everything better for him.
Dylan opened the door quietly and walked in the bedroom, only to find Marco curled up into a ball sleeping. He walked over to the bed, sat down next to Marco, and gently shook him. Marco opened his eyes and looked over at Dylan, and he felt so bad for hurting him that he started to cry. Dylan pulled him up genltly so that Marco could put his arms around him and cry hard in his chest, which Marco did imediately.
"God, Dylan, I'm so, so sorry. I really am. I didn't mean anything I said earlier, okay? I really let my pain get the best of me. I'm sorry if I hurt you. The reason I couldn't look at the pictures is because I couldn't stnad sieein my mom and dad hugging me and holding me and kissing me. I should have told you that, and I'm really sorry," Marco cried out in Dylan's chest as he shook. Dylan rubbed his back gently as he started to cry.
"Baby, it's okay. I'm sorry too for pushing the issue, for grabbing you, for yelling and cussing at you, for everything. I understand now if you couldn't look at the pictures."
Marco let go of Dylan so he could wipe the tears away from his eyes and cup his face in his hands. He forgave Dylan and kissed him on his forehead, then he pulled Dylan down gently so that they were laying down. Dylan cuddled Marco for a while and said nothing. Marco just let hismind wander for a bit. Dylan decided to give Marco his answer for Marco's payback.
"You wanted to do something for me in return for loving you?", Dylan asked.
"Uh...hi. I've been waiting foryour answer all day. You finally have one?"
Dylan nodded. "All you have to do is give me your unconditional love and support, just like I do to you. I was also wondering if you could miss school Friday."
"Dylan, there's no school for Degrassi Friday, remember? I told you that they were having a teacher's meeting and the students didn't need to attend. Why do you ask?"
Dylan sighed in relief . "My trial is this Friday, and I wanted you to come."
Marco kissed Dyl on the lips. "Yes, love. I'll go to your trial with you. You need me there. Are they gonna ask me any questions?"
"Yea, not too many, but there will be a few questions that they want you to answer. Thank you for doing this."
"No problem. Anything else?"
Dylan thought for a minute. "Yes...one more thing...I have to go to sounseling tonight at 7:00, and I was wondeing...will you come with me?"
Marco nodded. "Whatever you want. Can we squeeze in a nap before then? I don't know if it's from crying or not, but I'm kinda tired."
Dylan nodded as he held Marco tighter and kissed him passionately yet again on the lips.
"Sure thing, Marcobear."
Marco blushed. He let go of Dylan just to grab a big blanket for them to share, and then he got under it and snuggled with Dylan. Cobb then walked in the room and jumped onto the bed and laid at their feet. Although a lot of hell was going on through their lives, Marco had a feeling that everything was going to be okay.
Wow. Sorry that took so long. On top of everything that happened (as noted before the story), y'all know I'm lazy as hell. If you review, you get cookies and Cheez-Its! BTW: Sometimes us writers get stuck and take FOREVER to get done. This is why ideas are appreciated. I need ideas for Dylan's trial and things like that. I'm not trying to be uncreative, but ideas help speed things up. I need more. I've already started chapter 7 and I want at least 5 reviews with or without ideas (although ideas are highly appreciated) if you guys want it posted sooner. I'm not trying to be rude in any way, but I had to get that out of mymind and into yours. Oh, and to everybody that reads my story and appreciates it, I thank you for your support.