Hello everybody.I have been zipping left and right with ideas and trying to finish up The Art Of Black Nailpolish and my stupid little charmed fics but this little ditty right here is my constant.I'm working on a new story called the XYZ Affair after something I had learned in class and well...you'll see.
anjel919: Thank you for being my little reveiwing constant/Anjel.I mean it,half the stuff I put out is just because I think you might like it.Oh and Ryan and Marco...hm..you'll have to read to find out.:)
Enigmus: Thanks very much for the story,sorry about failing to up date faster but this kinda spillied out and I decided to write it all down
ReRe04: I was hoping that someone might reslize that and I'm glad you did.I just wanted to give Marco some depth...ya know?Thanks!
SemmaFan: Thanks to you ever so much.I think this is good too -giggles-
Squrlie Jack: Yeah I did, but I'm back!-Goes yay in the background- so now you can reveiw again.You don't have to bed,I'm gladly updating
A/N:What ever song I'm listening to at the moment will be the title of the chapter.Chapter one I said it was by and Chapter 2 is "If I Fell" By Maaroon5 cause they rox my sox.
Chapter 3: If I fell"Ellie, Oh God Ellie. He wants me to come down to visit him, he wants to ask me something" Marco whispered into the phone as he sat on the side of the corner. "This may not be a bad thing Marco, maybe he's gonna propose!" Ellie said. Marco rolled his eyes," Please Ellie. He'll probably open up the conversation by saying 'Marco, I love you. And this is the reason I can't see you anymore. I don't that it's working out' and then que me crying my brains out." ."Marco, I have to go" Ellie said fumbling with something in the background. "Okay, love you" and hung up.
"Smooth Ms. Nash, smooth" Marco murmured as he glanced at his car on the side of the street, smoke rising out from the hood." Great…just great" .He was about to get up when he heard a voice behind him.
"Marco?"
He turned around to see Ryan standing there with a questionable look on his face.
"Oh…hey Ryan." Marco said lightly.
"So, come around here often?" Ryan asked as he handed Marco his hand to get up.
"Yeah, on occasion. The view of the homeless man sitting across the street and the smell of burning oil gives me inspiration to write my best articles" Marco said seriously getting up and staring admirably at his broken down car.
Ryan dug into his pocket and pulled out a camera, "Perfect, this is the inspiration that I needed!" He took a quick picture of his car. "The burning oil represents the average teenage struggle in life and the car shows how we can move on from what our parents are holding back!"
Marco laughed, "Ryan, I was just kidding"
Ryan stuck his camera back in his pocket and smiled, "I know. I was too. So why are you really here?"
"Car broke down, piece of crap" Marco said as he shook his head. "And now it would seems that my only reliable source has bailed on me. "He tapped his cell phone sadly. "I'm stranded."
"No problem" Ryan said smiling sweetly. "How far to the next gas station?"
Marco looked up into the darkening sky, "A mile or so…I think. I'm not sure. God, why didn't I make that turn at Perry and Dawson street instead? Wait Ryan- wh- what are you doing?" He asked as Ryan crossed the street and went over to Marco's car. He flipped open the top and coughed as smoke engulfed his face and shirt.
"Oh wow" He coughed again, "You fried your engine. The carburetor is your friend Marco" Ryan leaned over and began pulling out wires here and then and yelping a little when his finger got zapped by the battery, "Did you turn off the engine yet?"
"Well of course I did" Marco said as he felt around in his pocket for his keys only to pause when he saw them dangling in the car, "Or not" He leaned over the rolled down window and pulled them out earning another yelp from Ryan.
"Not while I had my finger still next to the battery!" He said as he lifted up his face to reveal a huge oily smudge on his cheek and his finger positively red. Calming down he stuck his head back under it, "Marco…would you happen to have a paper clip?"
"Uh, yeah" Marco said leaning over and taking one off the dashboard
"Great" Ryan said taking it and fiddling around with the wires again. "Blue and red…oww! Shit, nope. Red and green? Oh! Ow Shit! Nope…red and yellow…OW!" He tried another color again," Blue and yellow?" He stuck them together and made Marco's car alarm go off, also sending another little jolt of electricity to his finger. As he jumped back he heard Marco giggle. "If this is funny I'd like you to try"
Marco walked over next to Ryan, took the paper clip and submerged his own head under the hood. Ryan listened as random clanks and clicks came until a loud popping noise happened and Marco looked up, his face smudged in oil also with a smile on his face. "Done, but it'll break down in oh…another 18 minutes, just enough time to get it to the gas station. Thanks"
Ryan smirked and rubbed his hands on his jeans, "No problem. Uh, not to sound needy but-"
"-Need a lift?" Marco finished, opening up his car door and smiling.
"Well if you insist" Ryan said as he rounded to the other side of the car. Once he was inside he looked around the car, "Nice " was all he was he could say,
"I wanted a Porche" Marco said as he hit the gas, and jerked back slightly," This car only goes 250.The new blue Porche correra goes from 0 to 60 in 3 seconds flat "Marco continued as he rounded another corner and passed a stop sign. "Now that's power"
"Let's p-lay a game, Now can I make an assumption?" Ryan asked, clutching his seatbelt slightly.
"Shoot" Marco said, making another sharp turn.
"You like to drink coffee" Ryan stated as Marco zoomed pass another light turning red.
"Si" Marco said smiling." My turn huh? Uh, let's see….your normally out during this time of the night at some party, am I wrong?"
"No" Ryan said smiling also as Marco finally slowed down to a red light, then he turned fully to face him." My turn. Your currently hurting because your boyfriend is away for the summer and your worried about him…pole! Pole! "Ryan yelled as Marco drove off the street and towards a pole.
"How ironic" Marco murmured as he turned the wheel at the last minute and avoided the pole ."How'd you know"
"It's called professional insight" Ryan smirked as he looked at the gas gage ."And we're about to run out of gas again, any ideas?"
"One" Marco hit the gas and smirked, "Okay. You have a girl friend but men constantly hit on you all the time"
Ryan frowned, "You've played this game before haven't you?"
"Nope" Marco said shaking his head "Just guess well"
"Yeah, they won't leave me the hell alone and then Natalie gets angry because she thinks that I'm flirting back, which I so don't do. My motto? If someone really wants you they'll come to you not the other way around" Ryan explained as a frown formed on Marco's face. Ryan quickly noticed this, "What's wrong now"
"You offended me mister" Marco said as he made another left turn and pulled up over some bridge type street." You have your theory completely twisted. It doesn't really matter who fell in love first as long as someone actually makes a damn move so that way even if you get shot down at least that way you know that you…tried" Marco paused, realizing that he was giving himself advise.
Ryan took this time to cut in, "Was this advise for me or for you"
Marco wagged his finger as he took his hands off the steering wheel for a second." It's for both of us"
"Well, I would normally say that it was crap but since you are my writing idol and you are covering my art gallery I guess I'll let that one slide" Ryan said, cracking a smile and grabbing the wheel again as Marco went into the back seat for something." Are you sure you passed your drivers test?"
"100 percent on the written 90 percent on the driving…"Marco called out from the back, his legs kicking Ryan's hands that were on the steering wheel." But that doesn't mean that I actually follow it" He emerged from the back with a paper in his hands and took the wheel again. "Thanks. So you're the infamous Ryan Saunders…"
"Yeah" Ryan shrugged "that's me."
"I though that you were some crappy two bit artist not like…The Ryan Sunders of the Ryan Saunders company…"Marco rambled on, running past yet another red light.
"No" Ryan said as he grabbed the steering wheel and prevented a head on collision between Marco's car and a truck, "That was my father…"
"Oh." Marco murmured slightly before he smiled." How about this, if it helps my grandmother died"
"How did you know that my dad…"Ryan stuttered out.
"It's written all over your face" Marco said ."I bet I could name all your insecurities in a flash"
"How.." Ryan trailed off again
"It's what writers do" Marco gave him another warm smile. "Don't mind my ways Ryan, I'll tend up confusing you in the end."
"Riddle me not" Ryan said as he tapped the windshield.
"Pardon?" Marco asked.
"Oh, It's a saying me and my friend have" Ryan explained, "Riddle me not of the ways I came here, just give me the answers of why I'm here"
"Confusing" Marco said. "I like it"
"I thought you would." Ryan said sweetly. "I'm sorry Marco"
"Sorry?" Marco asked, "May I ask why?"
"I'm taking up all of your time rambling on over nothing and you have such a big day a head of you I presume:" Ryan said as he felt something vibrate in his pocket again. Sighing dejectedly he held out his finger as Marc began to speak and held the phone to his ear. "What is it mommy dearest?"
"Thanks, but it's not mommy dearest and this is not a call for you, it's for Marco" The voice on the other side said coyly.
Ryan opened his mouth, a good 12 curse words about to roll off his tongue when Marco took the phone from him. "Cut it out will you?" He stopped as the person began talking quickly." Really…uh-uh…I don't-No damnit leave me be…I don't care what happens to you but no body told you to hack into that computer code…no…no…I will not bail you out of jail…yeah…umm…yeah, you probably will get raped in jail but that's your fault…" Ryan stared at Marco with wide eyes as he carried on with his conversation. Exactly how did this stranger get his number or better yet, how did he know Marco was there with him?" Listen here Jakey-poo I will see you when you get home and not a minute sooner. And pack your bags, cause we're going to Anaheim in two weeks" Marco giggled when something was whispered into the phone by Jake and then sighed," If that was true you'd be the first one to know. now I must go and would you please stop hacking into my friend's phones and such? What, Oh Dear God no, he's not a boyfriend just a friend and I don't want you putting his pictures on some internet porn website. - I have to go. Bye!"
Marco looked at Ryan. "Boyfriend?" Ryan asked.
"Best friend" Marco answered," Genius and master mind and a pain in my ass."
"He's pretty smart then if he can hack into my phone and suck" Ryan said with awe.
"He knows a lot about you Ryan. You didn't tell me that your nick name is Perry" Marco said as he laughed again.
"It's- wait, how did he know-"
"It's better if you didn't ask, because even I don't know but-" Marco veered to the left and parked in front of a house. "I do know that this is your house"
"I never told you that-" Ryan paused." Jake right?"
"Yeah…"Marco unlocked the doors to the car so Ryan could get out ."If you ever need grades altered or something tell me"
"Did you ever do that?" Ryan smirked
"Hell yeah, I can't be stunningly handsome, gay and dumb" Marco said as he rolled his eyes." Be serious here"
"I am" Ryan laughed as he got out the car. "So I guess I'll see you around or something…."
"If my car breaks down I'll be at your door step" Marco said as he rolled up the windows and pulled off.
Ryan shook his head and went inside the house. 'Maybe I can tell him then…'He wondered as he walked inside.' It won't change anything now…'
-Cuddles with Marco for a second before pushing him away and giving Ryan a lustful look- Okay,I have searious issuses and I hope that I transfered if into the story.I hope you all like Jake cause he's gonna be around a bit more.I don't know that to write next...probally a bit about Jake (which his background is pretty good) and the art gallery next.Well I better go -pulls on leather gloves and pink whip- Me and Marco are going club hopping.