Hmm...ya'll were expecting me to have this on friday, not today huh? Well, today is one of my many hurbands birthdays...drew fuller May 19, 2005 so I decided to treat you all with an early chapter, I'm so generous...

lizzypowers: This review made me strangely giddy! Thanks, you lllooooovvvvveeee long reviews. I cuddle them during tea time. I see you have me as your first favorite author and on your favorite stories list! I'm happy! I'm joyful! I can't spell big words without spell check so…um…yeah. Jake has to be gay huh? Hmmm…Michael? I'm confused…don't these poor boys go through enough? Turning them gay? –Grins- Keep on believing that, the truth will come out soon! I'm glad you like Marco/ Dylan love…but I don't think you're gonna like this chappie…for…well…uh…reasons. But Dylan will be back, and better than ever. You like Less huh? Me too, I think I have too many characters. My story kicks ass? Yay! Hopefully it won't kick my ass, -dodges cheep shot that story throws at me- bastard! I create you and this is how you treat me? –dust cloud forms- Ugh…this may take a while.

britneyh8r: I think it's sexy that he respects his past by dancing to the weather girls. LOL, glad you liked it.

azure266: Yay! Another long review, is there a thing such as too much gay? I dunno, I never heard of it before – hides queer as folk DVD, will and grace fan fiction and Degrassi Marco and Dylan posters- but tell me if I do over do it. Who is Michael? Michael…is Jake's best friend. And Rory's best friend.

Marco spills his heart out to a sickly Ryan while eating chocolates and crying a lonely bitter song. Ryan becomes obsessed with saving his sisters and brothers from the Foster Mother from hell, singing badly and convincing Marco that he indeed is a pimp. Jake learns how to curse people out and be selfish and lastly they all realize that life is hell rolled up in a big kick in the ass. Let the slashy angst and burning hearts begin!
Olay!

Chapter 11: Pt.2 Untitled

Ryan sat down on the edge of Marco's bed, sneezing and blowing his nose into a tissue when he heard someone trudge up the steps and slam the door. He turned around and saw Marco standing there, soaking wet and angry as hell. He placed his keys on the hook and fell down besides him on the bed and looked down to the floor to pull his shoes off. He shook his head like a wet dog and turned to looked at Ryan finally." Hey" He trailed off, sniffling himself. But Ryan could tell it wasn't a cold like his was.

"Hey…" Ryan's voice hung in the air for a few minutes as Marco got up and went into the closet and searched for some pajamas." I'm going to go top sleep" Marco said tiredly," The flight was a long trip back home, uh, I have to go to the bathroom…" He wiped his eyes a little," Ja- Jakey's looking for you downstairs, he brought you back something. I'm going to take a shower first…I feel kind of dirty"

Marco shuffled back past Ryan and said nothing before he got up to go down stairs. Jake sat on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest, murmuring "One more week until my birthday" over and over again." Hello there Jake" Ryan smiled.

Jake frowned.

"Okay…" Ryan trailed off," Marco said that you had gotten me something. I think that's really nice of you…"

Jake remained silent.

"Err…can I see it….?" Ryan trailed off. He really didn't want to put up with this, he had a fever of like 103, a headache the size of the empire state building and his nose was running faster than Marco's dream Porsche.

Jake pulled a little pen out of his pocket and handed it to him," I got it at an art gallery while I was there" He said softly. He bowed his head and curled up on the couch.

Ryan, who was pretty sure that that was the end of their conversation smiled and said "Thank you" before going back upstairs.

As he trudged the steps he could hear rips and paper being thrown around and a few cries also. He quickened his pace and opened the door to see Marco standing with Paper flying around the room in different directions, standing halfway up to his ankles in a pool of it. His eyes were red with tears and his face had a defined look of anger and hatred. He looked up at Ryan with cold eyes and sauntered over to his bed and sat down, a long and drawn out sigh escaping his lips." So…" Ryan asked uneasily," How was the trip?"

Marco grunted and laid down. Ryan fell down besides him," If you don't care to tell me that's okay, well, while you were gone I had a breakdown in a grave yard, connected with my father in a way I didn't know how and caught a cold. I also hurt my hand badly, got kicked out my house leaving my little brothers and sister unattended an in dangerous hands and my father's best gift to me is broken, plus, I have a horrible cold"

"Oh" Was all Marco said a turned over. He looked onto the side of the mattress and reached under the bed. Ryan expected him to pull of another bottle of Champaign but instead he pulled out a box of chocolates and plucked one into his mouth, making a sour face at the taste but swallowing it anyway." You know, if I was a smoker this room would be filled with stacks and stacks by now, but since I'm just a lowly ex-boyfriend I'm addicted to chocolates like some house wife, all I need is Oprah and a dysfunctional son…oh shit, I have that already"

"Don't say that about Jake- "Ryan began but cut himself off," Did you say 'ex-boyfriend?'"

"Yeah" Marco said, chewing on a raspberry filled one this time." Me and Dylan are over"

Ryan stared at him in disbelief." You've got to be kidding me"

Marco wiped a tear away and chewed again," Yeah…yep…uh-huh, it's true"

His hair was ruffled and he was wearing a pair of plaid shorts and a stripped T-shirt that said "And you thought Blondes Were Dumb" on it. He licked his lips, about to pull out another one when Ryan smacked his hand away and took the box." What the hell are you doing?" Marco snapped.

"Saving you sanity" Ryan said as he held the box to his chest." Now spill"

Marco looked reluctantly at Ryan and sighed again," I should kick you out right now, leave me alone"

"Like I'd leave even if you did" Ryan said softly," Now tell me how this happened Marco, I'm here"

"Okay…okay…it goes like this…" Marco began. "It started off after I had met Leslie in the store and Dylan caught us together, he thought something funny was going on in reality I had just asked the hottie if he wanted to go out for some coffee. I wasn't hitting on him, because he had a boyfriend too, and apparently he was new in town. He came into the shop, worry written all over his face. He asked who the guy was, politely of course, because he's a gentlemen and I introduced them to each other. Leslie talked about how uncanny it was that Jake looked a lot like his boy friend." He breathed out again.

" Dylan cooled off a bit after he mentioned that he was happily in love with his boyfriend but still was worried that he had competition. He said that he liked our matching outfits and said that he and Jake had to go, because they were catching a movie or something. Which I later found out was a lie. I waved him off and decided to finish hanging out with Les, taking my clothes with me. Oh and I found a credit card too, I don't know whose it is."

"Anyway, me and Les had a lot of fun; I learned a lot about him too. He said that he was just visiting here for the summer and that he lived down in California as a bus boy for his uncle's restaurant. He missed his boyfriend dearly and talked with him everyday and that he really wanted to become an actor and make it big, you know, make out with Keanu Reeves on the big screen, or play an extra in a Will and Grace episode big. He said he only worked here as a favor for his aunt, who was running low on luck and needed help. After hanging out for an hour he gave me his number and insisted that you me and Jake come and visit him"

Jake raised his eye brows," Me?"

"Yeah, I was telling him about you and he said that his Uncle's restaurant actually was an art gallery too, some of his most famous clients were very into new artists and surprisingly enough, California has actually caught wind of My Fair Fantasy." Marco answered, chewing on the side of his cheek." I came back to the room to find it vacant and empty, I called out for Jake and Dylan but no one answered. I found a card on the table with Dylan's handwriting on it. I won't go into details, but he said that he wanted me to meet him in a half an hour at some fancy restaurant and to wear what he had left on my bed. It was some a pair of jeans and a tight black shirt with white letters placed haphazardly scattered across it. He knew my taste well…" He stopped to wipe another tear away," The note said that it would be a night that I'd never forget. I assumed that Jake was with him."

"So I got dressed and went over to the place he wanted me to go to and sat down in the café, it was poetry. He came from behind me and covered my eyes, reciting a poem that we both knew by heart; he had written it for me on our second date. 'Butterflies are swarming, not correctly in such a place, alluring is your voice to my ears, your eyes are full of fear and sitting here, our breath intertwined into one I would hope to one day say these words out loud instead of in my mind…" When he had said it after the second date he never finished it, he always teased me and said he forgot the rest. Well, that night he finished it by saying "I love you…." at the end of it. And took my breath away" Marco closed his eyes and touched his lips sadly. "He asked me to move in with him once he got a final place to stay and he wanted to take our relationship to the next level, whatever the hell that was, and that he wanted to settle down."

"Which is stupid now that I think about it, since he's only like 20 years old, have you ever seen couples this young survive, even when there is love involved? I didn't think so at the minute and instead listened to the poetry and snaps of fingers for a little while. Finally I turned to him, said that was great and all, but did he want a kid. He smiled and nodded. Speaking of kid, Jake was no where to be seen but neither of us realized that." Ryan nodded and looked down to the floor as another tear escaped Marco's eyes.

"So…it sounds like the perfect date" Ryan said softly.

"Not quiet, it was heavenly, but I'm, starting to notice that heavenly always turns hellish despite my actions. Jake was out in the street, at the wrong place, the wrong time. That's all I can say, because I don't know, he won't talk to me. He won't say what happened; I don't want to know honestly. I just wanted to help him, but I'm skipping around in the story, please don't make me tell the whole thing" Marco begged.

"Oh no, I just want to know why you broke up with him" Ryan said quietly, his voice was sore so he wasn't really up to talking.

"I blamed myself for what happened with Jake…I should've known that he would need his medicine, or you would've told me of course if anything was wrong.-"

Ryan looked down to the floor with shame remembering that Jake told him to keep quiet.

"He had another episode in the street because someone was hastening him at the corner. He went to the store to get a dozen roses, 6 for me, and 6 for Dylan and was going to meet us there. Him and Dylan had been planning this via-email for the longest time. I don't know why, they called him a fag and all this other crap and decided to jump him for some fucking roses, I didn't know, or I swear, I would've killed them bare handedly, no one, I mean no one, touches or harms my child"

Marco's eyes hardened.

"I blame myself for the bashing, even thought my son isn't gay and it should've been me, and Dylan wanted to sort things out. I wanted action. Then we got into this whole argument about how I've been putting him aside for Jake and how the whole time I was there I was coddling the boy. I mean really, he was emotionally wrecked from the whole Rory, don't ask, memory of death and the rest went on from there. I asked him if he said he wanted kids this is what would happen, he doesn't always come first. He said he understood that. He said he loved me and said that he just wanted to spend some time alone. I told him not right now"

"Jake blames himself for the break up, now that I think about it, it is his fault, but of course I'd never tell that to him, he's already torn apart. God, it's been such a long week. It went from there, we acted cool but inside I was hurt that he really thought I spent all my time on Jake and he was angry because he thought I didn't want to be with him. He told me the offer still stood to me coming to stay with him later on; I told him that I think that we needed a break. His eyes fell and practically shouted that we had a break for the past 2 months. Jake covered his ears. I said that I guess that it wasn't enough, grabbed my clothes and bags and told him that I'd e-mail , not call him, later on. I kissed him good-bye and walked out the door. Jake didn't follow however. He hung on to him for dear life, tears in his eyes, cursing me and him out. I was shocked, he was floored."

"He cursed you out?" Ryan asked, shocked, sick and tired.

"Like a sailor Ry. In short terms it pretty much went like this "HOW DARE YOU TWO DO THIS TO ME, YOU LOVE EACH OTHER, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS, DON'T ARGUE, GET BACK TOGETHER, IS IT BECAUSE OF ME? WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU…DON'T TOUCH ME, NEITHER OF YOU, OR I'LL NEVER SPEAK AGAIN…I SWEAR IT" Only with a lot of the big curses stuck somewhere in between. We didn't know what to do because we both had never seen him this angry before, unless when he mentioned his step dad, other step dad…I mean boyfriend. I tried to calm him down by giving him a hug, but he screamed bloody murder so loud I automatically let go of him. He was a wreck. And like he said, since someone tried to touch him he hasn't spoken since. That left me and Dylan off on even worse terms. And well, here I am now"

Ryan opened his mouth but Marco stopped him," Don't I already know what you're going to say and it's true, I'm not going to blame Jake, I'm going to blame myself" He turned around and clapped his hands. The lights went out as Marco closed his eyes." Night Ryan"

Ryan blinked in the dark," Marco, where am I going to sleep?"

But Marco was already snoring so instead he just stiffly rolled out of the bed, pulled out his sketch pad and drew for a while. His hand, which was hurting like hell, gave him trouble while he was drawing however, and had to stop. He looked up at Marco's ceiling and suddenly inspiration struck him like an arrow.

Jake paced back and forth inside of his room; he needed to talk to somebody. Badly, but who? Not Marco…that bastard, not Ryan, because he might tell Marco and definitely not Dylan…

Michael…

No, Jake chided himself, not this time. I will not be the one to talk first.

But you didn't, he did, the voice continued. Jake pouted. He should be in bed, happily sleeping. He already took his medication, he should be fine now. But he wasn't. He was just cold. So he went onto the internet and logged onto his website again and searched for Michael's user name, but it said that it was invalid and that the account had been terminated. The one time in years that Jake was about to open up to him and he was nowhere to be seen. He pushed up from the chair and went down stairs to see Mrs. Del Rossi about to bake cookies." Can I help?" He asked softly.

Ryan poked Marco in the legs as he laid in bed with his eyes closed," Leave me alone Ry, go draw something"

"I already have like 62 pictures of you sleeping" Ryan answered softly," Now please get up, a happy Marco is a sexy Marco"

"I'm not happy, leave me alone" Marco turned around in the covers.

Ryan sighed and trudged out of the room. He went into the hallway and down the hall.

Marco closed his eyes in peace as someone splashed water all over him and music was blasting in his ear." Turn that down damnit!" Marco snapped. Ryan ignored him," I didn't know you had Usher's CD. Now get up and dance or else I'll pull out the really big guns, one song that I know you can't resist dancing to"

He put on "Yeah" and began dancing around the room," Next thing I know she was all up on me sayin' Yeah, yeah, yeah…yeah…yeah….yyyeeeeaaaahhhhh" Ryan droned out.

Marco couldn't help but laugh." That's better" Ryan said happily, "smile, Marco, dance with me"

"Stop…making me smile…I want to mope, leave me alone!" Marco said as he disappeared under the covers again.

Ryan's smile dropped," I fill cups like double Ds…" He trailed off, noticing that it wasn't working, and switched to another song." I got this hot techno mix off the queer as folk soundtrack while you were gone, it's pretty hot. It's called full frontal or something but it's hot." Ryan began dancing as he sang around "You think you're a man, you're only a boy…" He swished his hips around," Marco please come on, it's been like…3 days already."

"It's been 3 hours" Marco said dryly.

"That's just as bad" Ryan said as he yanked Marco out of the bed and onto the floor," Look, I have the gimp hand here, can we please just boogie away for a few minutes, I need to make myself smile at least" Marco sighed," Gimme a song"

Ryan flipped through Marco's stack before he came across a song that he thought was highly funny. Once Marco heard the beat he almost fell out laughing," Not this song"

"It's danceable" Ryan replied," It's sexy, it's hot, it's sexually confusing, it's perfect"

"Whatever "Marco said as he began moving back and forth to the beat,

"You know you want to sing" Ryan taunted, dancing around him.

"I know I'm bout to clock you if you don't stop nagging me" Marco sneered darkly," I really don't want to dance Ry,"

"That's exactly why you need to dance Marco, you have to! It'll take your mind off of everything" Ryan concluded.

"You're not making any senc-"

"Shh" Ryan placed a finger to his lips and grabbed his hands as he played the song again from the beginning." Come and dance with me Michael" He said playfully.

Marco frowned and tried to pull away but Ryan just held on harder. Somebody told me blasted out of the speakers and Ryan began to spin away with Marco stiffly moving behind him," Some body told me…" Ryan said perkily…

"That you had a boyfriend…" Marco murmured,

"That looked like a girl friend that I had…."

"In February of last year…" Marco said dryly,

"It's not confidential…"

"I've got potential" Marco said smirking.

"A rushin' around" Ryan said as he noticed Marco smiling a little," See! I knew it, smile!"

They danced around a bit more until Marco was laughing also, and Ryan couldn't help but laugh," Pace yourself for mmmmeeeeee" They sang together, spinning away,

"I said mayyybbbbeeee…." Marco said, holding out his hand and spinning towards Ryan half way.

"Baaaabbbbbyyy….ppllleeeaaasssseee" Ryan said doing the same thing and grabbing Marco's hand.

"Buuut I just don't know nnnoooowwwww" Marco continued dramatically.

"When all I have to do is try…" Ryan finished quietly…" But…. SOMEBODY TOLD ME!" He yelled out, dancing around again, Marco keeping up in step next to him. As the song came down to an end. Marco laid back onto the bed and Ryan looked at him expectantly," Well, wasn't that fun?"

"Yeah…" Marco said smiling. He turned around," Now leave me alone to mope" Ryan's smile fell.

"You're grandfather? Marco's dad?" Mrs. Del Rossi questioned." He was…well, still is, a tax collector, with a big furry mustache and way too much cologne"

Jake smiled as he rolled the cookie dough into a ball. "So why did you two split up?"

"It's hard to say really" Mrs. Del Rossi replied," We came to a cross roads, he wanted one thing, I wanted the other, and well, hence the divorce. Marco's says he's not bitter, but we both know that's a lie. Because he's reenacting the same that that you did"

"He cursed you two out and threatened never to speak again?" Jake asked.

She smiled warmly and rolled another ball onto the sheet." You're making a joke, but it was true. He did the same thing, he couldn't understand how we could do that to him, and he thought we were being un-fair."

Jake snuck a chocolate chip from the batch and sighed," I just wished that I-"

"Could do something about it?" She finished," Don't we all wish that for something? But it always turns out for the best in the end"

"But what about me?" Jake asked sadly.

"What about you Jake? Marco's practically grieving to death up stairs, have you thought about him?" She asked in a calming tone. She placed a few more on the tray before she placed them into the over and pulled out another pan to start making dinner.

"No" Jake snapped.

"Exactly, and that's what makes you selfish. Just like your stubborn dad, he did the exact same thing. He found that there was no reason to apologize."

"There isn't"

"I know, I know" She said in a motherly tone. "Why don't you go out for a while and play or something?"

"I'd rather stay inside the house and sleep" Jake said as he slipped off the stool and walked out the kitchen.

"I'll call you when the cookies are done" She said softly

He grunted as he made his way back upstairs.

Tell me what you think, pllleeeaaasssee