A/N: I'm so sorry that I haven't updated. But well, if you haven't known, I've been banned for that rather dark story from before.-Tear drop- Sniff, it was horrible, but it gave me time to really think about the plot for my story and well, here it is! The next chapter was inspired by Bright Eye's Song Time code and I made an error last time. Chapter 1 was where have all the cowboys gone by paula cole, chapter 2 was on fire by switch foot, chapter 3 was If I fell by Maroon 5 and this is Time code by bright eyes. Sorry for that little miscalculation.
UPDATED! SO SORRY YOU GUYS BUT I POSTED THE WRONG THING HERE, THIS IS THE REAL 4 CHAPTER ENITTLED TIME CODE! PLEASE DISREGARD OTHER ONE FROM BEFORE!
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Double Note: It's by Bright EyesChapter 4:Time Code
"Jakey baby, I'm home" Marco opened up the door to his house and called out sweetly .He looked around the darkened house but there was no sign of the bubbly teen. He wandered into the kitchen to find his mother humming a tune instead." Ma, have you seen Jakey?"
Mrs. Del Rossi turned around and gave her son a smile." Oh little Nino, he's inside your room. Will you please go tame him, I think that he's gotten into your coffee stash again".
"How did you know?" Marco asked as he placed an innocent kiss on her cheek.
"The way you zip around all over the place it's a wonder you never burn out. I guess that wonder is coffee" His mother smiled again, still mixing away in her bowl. "I'm still working on that recipe you know, It'll be so great once it's done"
"Sure ma…"Marco said as he spun around and headed upstairs into his bedroom. Jake sat at the computer typing away contently and running his fingers over the mouse. "Marco…please…sit." .He clapped his hands and the lights went off." You just have to see this new program that I've created. It's called it's wonderful and it's already gotten 12,000 hits" .He spun around in the chair so that Marco could fully look at him, his blonde curls falling over his face. "I missed you!" Marco opened out his arms and Jake gave him a hug." I'm sorry" Marco apologized quickly, "I was stranded and then Ryan came…let's see that website shall we?" Marco walked over to the computer and leaned over in the darkness. He took the mouse and clicked the button that read 'click here' in small neon red letters. A whirl of rock music came on as the front page loaded up. The page was finally opened and Marco to shield his eyes at first because of how bright the screen was .He stumbled back slightly, his mouth opened. "You did this?"
"Yep!" Jake beamed, "Do you like it- I can change it if you want?"
"Oh, no. This is perfect. So where is this jail that your supposed to be in?" Marco asked as he clapped his hands again and the lights sprang on.
"I lied" Jake said quietly, "I really just wanted you to get home…I'm sorry Alesso….please forgive me"
Marco rubbed Jake's head. "You need to stop lying mister. And how could I not forgive you…you are my number one person and all". Marco winked. "Alesso forgives you"
Jake clapped his hands happily before he turned around back to the computer. "You have new mail Alesso. One from Dylan and another one from Tyler"
"You read my mail again?"
"Yeah" Jake sheepishly replied ."I'm sorry"
"Your forgiven…but I wanna check my mail so could you hop off the computer for a sec while I do that?" Marco asked, edging closer to the computer because he remembered the fact that he still had to read the message from Dylan from two nights before.
"Oh! Oh sure, but can I still stay in your room? You know how…I hate to…"Jake trailed off, fumbling over his words slightly as he raised his blue eyes to Marco's and mouthed the last words. 'sleep alone…'
"Yeah, okay Jakey, only cause I love you" Marco kissed him on the top of his head and moved into the chair," Now scoot over. Wanna hear uncle Dylan's letter?"
Jake nodded happily so Marco went to his email address of ( a name that he didn't want to use but Ellie said was kinky and sexy) and opened up Dylan's letter first. Jake edged closer to Marco so that their legs were touching before Marco took a deep breath and read Dylan's letter.
Dear Marco,
I miss you so much it's not even funny. I'm practically going crazy here with all these people around me. Nagging me. Telling me what to do. It's insanity. But I'm glad that you're my constant, my shining little star. I hope that you can come and visit me in Anaheim so I can show you off, nobody believes that I already have a boyfriend. I hope you get this message soon .I love you, something I've lacked in hearing lately and hopefully I'll hear your voice soon
Running out of patience and the will to stay,
Love always,
Dylan.
P.S: Tell Jakey I said hello
Marco sighed with happiness as Jake beamed. "Can you read that last part again…please?"
Marco didn't object. He re-read the whole letter all over again. "Uncle Dylan loves you?" Jake asked, tilting his head to the side and smiling again. "Do you love uncle Dylan?"
"Yes…"Marco sighed out. "Yes I do"
"Maybe you'll get married one day" Jake said as Marco shut down the computer and fell backwards into the bed. The springs groaned in agony under Marco's weight and he made a mental note to cut off the cookies.( Which he knew he'd disregard).He glanced at the clock, it was going on 10 at night and then sighed again. He'd check Tyler's message in the morning. "Alesso…?" Jake asked.
"Si?" Marco answered, opening his half closed eyes.
"Will you read me the story again like you normally do? Please…it helps me sleep at night" Jake said softly, crawling besides Marco onto the bed. "Oh Jakey…I'm so tired and I have a million things to do…" Marco trailed off as he looked into Jake's baby blue eyes and it broke his heart since he looked so much like Dylan. If Dylan and him could have a child, this is how it would look." But I guess I have a million and one now…". Marco sighed out as he sat up," Go and get some of those cookies (told you so…) while I go take a shower and then I'll tell you it again okay?"
Jake happily nodded his head before running up and hugging Marco again. "Thank you Marco…"He finally addressed him by his real name before running out of the room. Marco smiled and then got up to go take a shower and wash the dirt and oil that he realized was still on his face.
A half an hour later Marco laid down on the bed with Jake curled up between his arms, pressed up against his chest and breathing steadily. He chewed on a cookie for a moment before swallowing and looking down at Jake. "Are you ready?". Jake snuggled up closer to him and moved his head slightly as a reply. Marco closed his eyes and listened to the darkness of the room for a second, all the breathing sounds and the little creaks that his mother would randomly make downstairs. "There once was a God named Alesso and he had beautiful brown eyes that were the colour of melted chocolate and hair the colour of sun tanned honey. His lips were the palest pink one could imagine and his skin was olive tanned. He looked down from above his heavenly perch and watched as the mortals walked by slowly, dragging their feet and holding their heads down ever so low to the ground with disgust". Marco paused as Jake shifted slightly." He said to his sister Melarida one day," Melarida, why do these people hold their heads so low, is there no happiness within their hearts? Not one sings a happy tune, nor plays a happy song." .His sister wagged her finger at him. Do you remember what she said?"
"Yeah .She said "Silly fool. They are not happy because that's the fate that father has given them. For they have betrayed what we have given as rules and now they must pay the consequences. They chose their own fate Alesso, do not be the one to carry on with it'" .Jake answered.
"Yeah, that's what she said .But at the moment he wasn't listening because his eyes had fallen among one of the poor boys who had walked the street. His hair was golden blonde with soft locks here and there and eyes the colour of iced mountain skies. He was very frail but he stood out among the rest because of the fact that he looked straight in front of him, not with his head held lowly to the floor, or a scowl about his face. Yet, he sang a happy song and hummed a perky tune. 'I must meet this boy' Alesso automatically thought as he peered down towards the earth…."Marco trailed off as he heard a soft purr come from Jake. He looked down at the little boy's sleeping frame and sighed. "I'll finish the rest another night" .He turned around a little and looked at his sleeping beauty. Jake had blonde hair that was curly and cut short to his shoulders and blue eyes that could send the type of shivers up your spine that make you shudder with pleasure. It was a strange twist of fate that brought him and Jake together, it had all started with the park…
Marco had been sitting down on the bench in one of the quietest places in the park about 2 years ago when he saw a blonde head of hair bob down and sit next to him. "Hiya!" The little boy had perked up. Marco turned around and saw him fully wearing a little blue jacket and holding a pair of keys in his hands. "My name is Jake…would you be my friend?"
Marco smiled and put his many books and papers down before taking off his glasses and extending out his hand. "My name is Marco, I'll be your friend"
Instead of taking his hands Jake got up and hugged him instead. Marco, shocked by the sudden movement patted him awkwardly on his back before letting him go. "So Jake, where's your mother?"
"With her boyfriend Kyle" Jake answered, swinging his legs. "Waddaya writin'?"
"Oh, another report for my article…nothing fancy" Marco answered, capping his pen.
"Oh yes, very fancy. I go to The Leonardo Splice School…they teach classes like that there" He held up his head to block the sun that was now setting,
"Wow, you're a gifted and talented kid?" Marco asked, shocked.
Jake just shrugged." So they say, I don't like it there. I'm only 11 ya know, a boy like me has needs, like video games and movies, I don't have time for quantum physics and classical science lectures"
Marco's jaw dropped. 'Adorable, he uses big words' But at the time, Marco didn't know what Jake was fully capable of. He moved over and tipped his book. "Hey since your so smart mister can you proof read my essay on coming out?"
"Coming out… of?" Jake asked.
"Coming out of the closet" Marco answered, looking down at the floor because of his own closeted state still. But that was all gonna change.
"The closet…did you get stuck?" Jake asked, clueless.
"Yeah" Marco blushed. "I did"
Jake took the paper and began making correction marks and symbols here and there before he gave it back to Marco. "My, my ,my Mr. Del Rossi… 37 spelling errors and hardly any punctuation. Also…I was just thinking, you should put something catchy in there…a little joke or something"
Marco's eyes widened as he read the paper. "My God boy, you're brilliant"
"No shit" Jake murmured.
"And sassy… you can hang with me any time. Now about that joke…" Marco said as he showed Jake the paper and spent the rest of the day just talking with him. And boy did Jake have a lot to say .But as the hours began to pass Marco wouldn't help but wonder out loud, "Jake, where is your mom?". Suddenly, Marco found himself enveloped into another deep hug by Jake, his arms practically squeezing the life out of the poor boy. Sobs racked his body as he weakly looked up, "Please, don't make me go back Marco…I like it here. Don't make me go back to Kyle…he hits me and my mother doesn't do anything about it" Marco pushed the younger boy away and brushed the tears from hid eyes. "What?" Marco asked softly .Jake squeezed him harder, "Jake...my ribs" Marco gasped out slightly." Calm down and tell me from the beginning"
And he did.
He told Marco of how he used to hide under his bed after the car accident that had paralyzed his father from the waist down and how the doctor, Kyle, had moved in on his mother, who he later seduced and got to take her husband off of life support after his liver had failed. Jake scoffed, "That was no accident. Cold blood murder is more like it" .Marco had flinched when he heard the coldness in the boy's voice. "Please…just stay…".Marco's heart ripped into thirds and fourths. How could a child so innocent have such dark secret. And to put it short after a lot of talking, cursing, death threats and court appointments, Marco was Jake's official guardian. Well, when his 18th birthday comes around, until then his mother had control over the two of them. Jake moved into their house a year later and hasn't left his side since. And he's especially taken a liken to Dylan, who he refers to as Uncle Dylan and well, he's attached to the hip with Marco, or "Alesso" as he calls him after the god in his favorite nighttime story. Marco's favorite memory of Jake was the first time that Jake had came to the house that night. It was around 12:30 pm and Marco had just gotten off the phone with Dylan, giddy and very much in love when Jake has came into the room with a blanket and climbed onto Marco's bed. "Marco…can I sleep with you tonight? I have bad nightmares".
"Nightmares?" Marco repeated as he pulled the covers aside so Jake could crawl on in and then pulled it back over him." What type?"
"Running dreams, clocks chasing me, words being whispered in rushed hurries, I cannot understand what they are saying. It makes me dizzy, I lose control. I hate it." Jake said quickly, shivering. "I really hate it"
"Oh, okay .Is there anything that you normally do before you go to bed?" Marco asked, getting in on the other side.
"No" Jake whispered, "I used to hold my doll close, his name was Alesso, I had named him after a God I had read about in the library. Until Kyle ripped it up…" He sobbed again.
"I can be your Alesso" Marco said sweetly, "If I'm big enough."
Jake latched onto his side and buried his face within Marco's chest. "Yes. Yes. Thank you Alesso…"
"Goodnight Jakey…"Marco whispered to the quiet.
"Love you Alesso…"Jake said softly and then let sleep claim his body.
Marco blinked. "Love?"
Love so soon? Love so quickly. Doesn't this boy know that love must be built up over time and relationships? Does he know what love is? Marco had never let anyone say 'I Love You' to him, not even Dylan. He didn't want his heart broken. And yet…as this tiny person laid up against him, saying the words that he so desperately needed to hear he shrugged it off. Right words ; wrong lips.
"Love…you too Jakey, sweet dreams…"