I'm sorry you guys –cries, I mean really cries- I'm trying so hard to keep this story afloat, and keep all the characters tendencies and such in play, but I feel as if it's falling apart, so please, I must apologies now for chapters 14, 16, 17 because there are some harsh things going on in my life, it may get a little too romantic at times, to a little too dramatic, to little too funny, so sorry in advance I'm trying uber fucking hard

Lizzypowers: You'd be surprised, I've been over to your page a lot of times, I love to look up my reviwers, and if they have stories, I'll review them as well! Did you see Sunday's eppy of Queer as Folk? I swear, I'm in love with Justin. Who said that the trench coat dude was out Michael? You can like email me the format and then I'd could publish it for you if you like, I would love to see your talent, in writing! Cause, I think I'm a shitty writer, and ya'll keep saying I'm not. HOT MICHAEL ON JAKE ACTION?
You tease, I NEVER SAID THAT THEY WERE GAY! Lol, OR DID I? I confuse myself, -Le Sigh- Simple Plan? Hello, I'm like the blackest rocker chick at my school, of course I know of simple plan. They're fucking sexy. Thank you for the review! You know I love them!

azure266: Thank you. My birthday sucked a load of ass, but thank you. What is it with you and Jake being a man whore? I love the idea. Lol, it's brilliant. Jake and Michael's connection is something I can't explain…but you will see when the time shall come! (Hahaha, for some odd reason, after I write come I giggle. HAHAHA)

Oh and I duinno if you guys care or not but my birthday sucked ass, but kinda good ass, we went to the cheesecake factory and there was like nothing but hot guys in tight pants serving us, and then there's this key thing you put in your pockets that vibrates when your table is ready. ( I had fun with that) Um...my mom finally let me watch Queer as Folk, since she has given up on denying that her daughter is a Fag Hag and I got the Book Every Nine Seconds, which so totally rox my faux British sox. That and I almost threw up all over the place due to all the food that my dad stuffed me with. OH and he paid some girls to sing happy birthday to me , which was sweet, until those bitches practically threw my ice cream cake with the candle on it on me. It's time for some flashy flashbacks. Feel the love of Marco and Dylan's first "I LOVE YOU" and the sting of Ryan's first…well…hmm…not really a first…but…well, let's just say he's not the same Ryan we know when he's in school, more Jake abuse, because I love writing it and some more drunken Marco and Ryan skirt action! Weeeee!

Chapter 13: Pieces of Me

On a Monday I am waiting

On a Tuesday I am fading

And by Wednesday I can't sleep

Then the phone rings

And I hear you

In the darkness

There's a clear view

As you come to rescue me

Marco sat inside the café, his hands folded neatly in his lap, his eyes lowered down to the table where the small cup of tea sat steamily in front of him. He wanted to drink it badly, but knew better. He closed his weary eyes and put his head on the table. Music flirted out of the speakers as he sighed when someone sat down besides him in the booth, out of breath." You're still here" They exclaimed.

Marco looked up," You don't want me to be?"

"No, no. no. Never, I'm just surprised" They replied, pulling off their gloves and taking off their hat." I'm sorry Marco, practice ran late and then…things got tired up."

"I understand Dylan, its okay" Marco murmured, sipping his tea quietly.

"No, it's not." Dylan said as he frowned and wiped the snow flakes from his eye lashes," I should put you first. This relationship is very important to me; I don't want to make an ass of myself"

"You're not an ass" Marco said rolling his eyes. Dylan took his hands and placed them over Marco's, warming both of them up. "Let's try and make this a good night"

Marco placed down his cup and smiled, his babyish dimples poking through," I'm with you, it's a really good night"

"Hey why don't we get out of here? Go for a walk or something?" Dylan suggested

"What about my tea?" Marco asked, grabbing his coat when Dylan reached for it and placed it around his shoulders. He sat patiently as he slipped Marco's gloves onto his hands," Take it with you"
Walking hand in hand Marco and Dylan made their way through the snowy blocks up towards the back street that lead to Dylan house, Christmas was only 2 days away." So, have you decided where are you going to go?" Dylan finally asked.

Marco shrugged, "I guess I'll stay here"

"Oh, I see my perfume and sexy features won you over" Dylan teased.

"No, my mother's making me stay here. She doesn't want me to go see my father in Italy, that bastard" Marco sneered. Dylan's face dropped before Marco gave him a surprise kiss on the cheek, since he was still short, he had to jump up to kiss him. Dylan laughed at his comic display," What was that for?"

"That was for…everything" Marco said smiling again." For all the hugs, all the love, all the dreams….everything that you fill within me"

"I think you could do a little bit better than that" Dylan said, jokingly pushing Marco.

Marco grinned cheek to cheek," Yeah… I guess I could" He babyishly whispered," But I won't"

"Huh?" Dylan asked.

"I'll show" Marco said as he spun Dylan and tipped him backwards, all the way back, his hair hitting the floor, and smothered him in the most heated, passionate, steamy, fire works kiss he could ever muster before accidentally dropping Dylan to the floor." Jesus Christ Marco" Dylan breathed out, laying out in the icy sheets of snow," Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"I love you Dylan Michaelchuck!" Marco exclaimed as he jumped on top of his giddy boyfriend and laughed as Dylan puffed out a strained "I love you too" which came out as "I ovvve ooohhh ooo" due to the lack of breath.

That was the first time they had ever said that to each other.

"That's a sweet story" Ryan replied as he handed Marco a box of Kleenex. Marco sadly dried his eyes and sighed," I'm pathetic"

"I know, I know" Ryan said, petting Marco's hair," Let's just stay pathetic together" They had made it a habit of sharing their nights together, without Jake, sitting there and drinking champagne in their red skirts and exchanging memories and stories back and forth, seeing who actually had the worse life. Ryan's plan of breaking and entering was a bust, because once Jake had hacked into the alarm systems and pulled it down, when Ryan came tumbling through the window he had a brutal surprise, Karen's new boyfriend, Dan, and well, he was a scary bastard. Whipped Ryan like a phone chord to be honest. So now Ryan sat there with a black eye on top of the horrible cold.

"I guess it's my turn" Ryan said, taking another sip.

"Yep" Marco replied.

"There was this one time when I had went into the boys locker room right…"

Ryan sat down in the boy's locker room reading some penthouse magazine while the boys were making queer jokes as usual." Yeah Pete, I bet he'd look real cute in a pair of fairy wings" The star football player named Nate Hitchens said happily. Pete Ryes, who was a new poet in the school, was very shy and quiet, sometimes Ryan would hang out with him.

"Yeah, I guess. I wouldn't really know" Pete said nonchalantly.

"What, every body knows that Dawson's a fudge packer man, it's like the fuckin' rule of thumb" Nate continued.

Pete looked away uneasily

"I felt bad for him you know, because they were trying to break in this perfectly good kid" Ryan sighed out, taking in an extra long swig." I couldn't help it"

"Help what exactly?" Marco asked with interest.

"Well…"

"Don't tell me that you're a fag too" Nate said, slurring slightly. It was a very well known fact that the best beer was stashed behind the shower head tiles in the boy's locker room. Get drunk and then wait if off while washing off, the greatest idea in school's history. Ryan should know, he invented it.

"No" Pete said, moving away from him slightly.

"My sister's a dyke" Nate said , swaying a little." Likes to make out with the chicks, some real fucked up shit."

Pete looked distraughtly at Ryan, who finally put down the magazine and looked up.

"Interesting Nate" Pete said dryly," Just tell me where the library is please, I have like this large ass report to do"

"I don't get the whole gay fad that's been going around. Boys fuckin' around and shit. It's nasty" Nate muttered," I dunno where they even got the idea from. Too much Showtime probably. All the porn getting to their heads, because really, who wants to kiss a boy?"

Nate stopped walking.

"Not me" Pete said suddenly, walking a bit faster.

"Isn't it horrible?" Nate asked, grabbing Pete's arms," How boys lust after each other?" He pulled him flush up against his skin," Day after day, watching them in the showers, relieving themselves, wishing that it was really the coach or the gym teacher instead"

"Uh…"Pete trailed off, trying to become free" Nate…"

"Fuck off" Nate said, kissing him on the lips," It's really dirty how sinful little boys these days can be"

"Wait" Marco breathed out sloppily, he was holding his breath the whole time," This happens at your school?"

"The lockers are a dirty thing. It's not the best place to be in" Ryan replied with an air that seemed natural.

"Unless…" Marco poked.

"You want to have a little fun with others…"

Nate pinned Pete against the walls and slipped his hand down to the zipper of his jeans" What a sinful, sinful thing"

Pete shivered as Ryan got up and sighed." Let's not be one to ruin the company of a new guest"

"Just breaking him in Ry" Nate said, smiling.

"Well, maybe I wanted a go at him first" Ryan said smiling. He licked his lips," He looks decent enough"

"But you're like…straight. What would Natalie think?" Nate stuttered.

"Straight is the new gay Nate, back off, let me break him in, and until I call him off, back up, or you'll be mine next" Ryan said smoothly with a casual voice that rolled off his tongue.

"I'd count on it" Nate said as he playfully smacked Pete on the ass," I'll see you around"

"Are you going to…?" Pete whispered as Nate walked off down the hallway, tapping on the shower doors along the way.

"No" Ryan said, letting go of him," I've seen you around. I just don't like it when they zero in on innocent boys"

"Who said that I was innocent?"

"You looked that way"

"Who said I didn't want him to…"

"Oh trust me, you didn't. At least, not from him"

"Then from who?"

"I dunno…" Ryan trailed off," Hey, do you want me to show you where the library is or not?"

"Lead the way…" Pete smiled "And by the way…" He whispered into Ryan's ear," Don't ruin the moment, this big boy can take care of himself"

Marco giggled a little bit," I like this Pete"

"Yeah, I miss him" Ryan sighed out," It's weird, he's always controlling the situation without me knowing it."

"Where is he anyway?"

"Out in the Atlantic for the summer, on a poetic cruise. He's been calling me like everyday now, but I haven't gotten the chance to call him back" Ryan replied.

"Well," Marco said, a little tipsy," I wish I had another Dylan story but I'm just pretty fuc-"

A very sleepy Jake shuffled into the room with fuzzy bunny slippers on and a night cap, past Ryan and Marco in their skirts and on to Marco's bed and fell onto it with a plump. Snoring was heard 3 seconds later. Ryan and Marco laughed quietly." So he'll just sleep walk into your room like that?" Ryan asked, shocked.

"Yeah" Marco said, laughing still." It's so strange, I can be in the bathroom and he'll sleep walk into there. Where ever I am he'll find me"

"That's good to know" Ryan said tossing a chocolate up into the air and catching it in his mouth." These are pretty good"

"Yeah…"Marco trailed off, he fell over slightly. "Whose idea was it to become tizzy with champagne?"

"Tizzy?" Ryan asked

"It's my new word. Tizzy this, tizzy that" Marco said as he grabbed a pillow and smacked Ryan with it. Ryan glared before retaliating before launching himself on top of Marco. Meanwhile Jake bit his lip as he dreamed another one of his horrible nightmares.

"This is exactly the type of things that happen when I listen to you and you're drawn out plans" Rory said as he shoved his hands into his jacket pocket and pulled his sun glasses down over his face. He wasn't as sick as he was from before but he wasn't in the best condition either. Jake smirked happily as Michael trailed behind him with bundles of packages." This is heavy" He grumbled.

"Suck it up you guys" Jake said smiling happily," Trust me, this plan is fool proof"

"Should we trust him?" Michael wearily asked Rory.

"I suppose, my little twisted brother is rather brilliant" Rory stated proudly," Until we get into trouble, then it's my fault."

"You're my older sibling" Jake corrected." It is your unofficial job to take the blame…"

"And give you wedgies" Rory finished.

"Okay you guys; let's get one thing straight, this is serious. If…if we get caught…" Jake trailed off.

"Impending DOOM!" Michael taunted." We'll be fine, you'll protect us"

"Okay, here's the plan…"

"So you think that's funny?" Marco said as he tossed a pillow right into Ryan's face. Angrily, he got up and whacked Marco over the head rapidity until he curled up into a ball to save himself. "Ha, you're not so strong!"

Marco kicked his legs out and Ryan fell to the floor with the thud before he jumped onto of him this time." Riiigghhhtt…feel my wrath!"

Jake sat down at the kitchen table and neatly folded his hands as Kyle drunkenly walked into the room and sat down in front of him," What are you doing here?" He slurred and spit on Jake. He wiped his face lightly," I was wondering…Kyle…if say for example mom was to…leave"

"Leave?" He asked, suspicious.

"Not leave you, never that, but like…to go on a trip" Jake continued.

"I wouldn't allow that" Kyle stated matter of factly

"But-"

"What's the point of all of this Jake…I told you, I wouldn't fucking let her out…"

While Kyle was ranting Jake watched as Rory and Michael snuck past them and up the steps to where he kept his wallet. Jake winced as he remembered what he had said before they came inside the house.

'If he hits me don't come flying in with bats and bombs and whatever ever arsenal you're packing, this isn't about me, it's about all of us'

Kyle looked at Jake's still body," What are you hiding boy?"

Jake winced." Nothing Kyle, I'm just thinking about something"

Upstairs he could hear the dull thud of them rummaging around the room looking in drawers.

Kyle smiled," You know what always pissed me off as a kid, what really fucked my mind?"

Jake looked up startled," What?"

"When I planned something and it just failed…" He pulled out his wallet as he grabbed Jake by the collar of his shirt, and sneered into his face," You little shit, like I don't know when you're up to one of your stupid fucking plans…"

Jake closed his eyes as Kyle raised his hand and felt the sting of fire as he slapped him across the face. Apparently Rory heard the smack as he and Michael ran down the steps, watching Jake gasp for breath as Kyle now held him by his neck." Put him down Kyle…" Rory said darkly, stepping towards him." If you're gonna blame anybody, blame me"

"But it's not you that's the problem here…now is it Rory?" Kyle said as he lowered Jake down only to push him down into the chair "It's him"

"Now, you can either be a man and watch your brother take it like a man with dignity, or wine like a bitch and try and defend him, you're choice" Kyle said smoothly.

Jake looked at him. 'If he hits me don't come flying in with bats and bombs and whatever ever arsenal you're packing, this isn't about me, it's about all of us'

"Maybe next time you'll plan It out better" Kyle said as he took off his belt, the first hit was always the softest, but this time the impact was so strong he knocked Jake right out of his chair…

Jake screamed out as he fell out of the bed and hit the floor, landing on top of one of the glass cups that Marco had discarded earlier. He squinted his eyes to see Ryan and Marco on the floor, Marco sprawled out haphazardly and Ryan sleeping on one of Marco's arms and got up only to feel the pain of the cup on his back. He closed his eyes and fell back down; he'd get up in the morning.

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