Okay, dear readers, I'm glad you really think this story rocks, It makes me feel good. I'm also glad you all like Pete, cause, well….you'll see. ?. I can't reply fully to both of you, cause I'm in an rush, but Lizzy, rock on with your band, I wanna hear it, lol. You probably kick ass yourself. Oh and maybe your little prediction may come to pass. Azure, wonderful to hear from you as always , thank you, hopefully 14 will be better than shitty 13, I'm glad you like the hot skirt gossip action, it makes me happy when my readers enjoy my twisted creations.

This chapter is fairly short, I just wanted to sneak in some Marco and Ryan fluff and Jake lurve, because he desperately needs it and introduce Pete a bit more, he'll show up later on. Tally Ho!

Chapter 14: Well, That Was Easy

I used to lock myself in your bathroom

Swallowing the …left in your bag

Numb, so numb

I'd let your words come and come…

Ryan stared in mock horror as Marco dumped his whole head into his bowl of Capin' Crunch and swallowed it in like, 3 seconds." How do you…"

"Practice" Marco replied as he got up to get another bowl. He repeated the same thing again, incept, this time he didn't come up for air, so he looked like he was drowning in the bowl for a good few minutes. While Ryan looked on Jake ambled into the kitchen." hey dad"

"Ehhh…aakkkeeyy" Marco gurgled.

"How long can he stay like that?" Ryan asked.

"Well, during the Passions marathon he staid submerged in peppermint ice cream for 3 hours straight." Jake replied." He tried to teach me, but once you stick your head into the bowl, it's like another world on that side, I almost fell into the damn bowl"

"Attcch ooiouurr annnguiish" Marco warned, holding up a scolding finger.

"How can he…?" Ryan began.

"Practice" Jake replied. Marco sat back up with milk in his hair and sighed," I'm still hungry"

"God Marco, that's like your second bowl" Ryan muttered, stirring his still half eaten first bowl.

"Maybe if you ate faster we'd be able to go" Marco said, rather board now." Or I can go get another bowl"

"And try and make me throw up? I don't think so, go get dressed" Ryan said," I'll try and salvage up my appetite"

Marco walked upstairs to get dressed and came back down 3 minutes later as Ryan was on his second bite. "Marco damnit"

"You know I'm fast" Marco replied, wearing a tight pair (because he doesn't have any decent fitting ones) of black designer jeans, his trade mark brown short sleeve shirt that said 'Dirty Little Pink Dance Whore' on it and some black sun glasses." I'm cutting you off from Franz Ferdinand live concert tapes" Ryan warned, getting up

"But I've taken a liken to this Alex Kapranos…he's rather yummy" Marco complained.

Ryan grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out of the house," We'll be back later" He said to Jake who nodded and laughed as he shut the door. Once they were gone he sighed and closed his eyes in a dramatic fashion before going upstairs to go take his medicine. He had a feeling he might need it.

Marco sat back down on the grass and watched as Ryan toddled around, back and forth, carrying paints and papers. He pulled down his sunglasses to shield his eyes and smiled at Marco." Why are you smiling?" Marco asked cautiously," You can actually smile without being drunk?"

"Yeah…" Ryan trailed off as he sat down next to Marco, who was leaning up against a tree and began to sketch lightly." Hold still"

Marco made a pose while Ryan scribbled away," It's weird, I feel like hell knowing that everybody back at home is without me…but should I feel bad that I feel free?"

Marco shook his head," God, no. It's okay to be selfish every once in a while, but don't take my advise, look where I am now"

"Getting drawn into perfection?" Ryan asked.

Marco stuck out his tongue as Ryan hit him with his pencil," I said hold still" He still had his father's paint brush around his neck, Marco smiled sadly." I wished that I had something to remind me of my dad"

"You do" Ryan sighed out," He's alive out there you know"

Marco shrugged his shoulders," I forgot to mention that Pete called last night, he has my number?"

"Yeah" Ryan muttered," Sorry about that, I was chatting with him on the phone when he asked for it, so, what did he say?"

"He's back in town actually. He said that he wants to meet you tomorrow and said he has something important to tell you" Marco said looking at Ryan who was beaming suddenly. He worked on a darker part of the picture before biting into an apple and leaning back all the way against the tree. "I miss him"

"I can tell" Marco smiled. He laid down and stretched out over the blanket that they had brought and laid his head on Ryan's knees as he scribbled away. "It's strange; I've only known you for what…2 weeks? No, not even that like 4 weeks and look at us now, we're a regular husband and wife"

"I'm the husband presumably" Ryan smirked.

"Yeah, yeah you are…draw away darling" Marco said as he closed his eyes.

"Will do dear" Ryan replied.