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Liz-z to the ay A.K.A. My dirty little literary whore : Yeah, I told you I was going to use that name. Rory is pimp and dead, but he's like, through the whole fucking story with flashbacks, so have no fear! Lol, you were watching dawson's creek too? Me too! I loved that eppy, cause David is cute with Jack and Jack was the hot as a vampire. Hmmm… a vampire story…for Marco….or Brian…or Brandon….hmmmm. Leslie was Marco's protégé you can san and oh shit, I spelt that right the first time. Anyways though, Leslie was like, shocked at Marco's gayness and poised himself after him, which you'll see around chapter 27 after Jakey burns the house down. Opppsss…lol. Humps tress, I use that line to my friends all the time. Damn typos, you know I can't spell. It was Pete btw, he's the poet, remember? Stupid Justin. –kicks,- Please, don't make me get pissed off all over again. Good, you are now officially obsessed dear. Xoxoxoxxox
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So get ready for some Marco and Jake arguing-Michael and Robert Piggy back riding- Boy friend stealing-Jake crashin- Ryan and Marco skirt lovin- Arsonist Fire setting fun!
Chapter 26: The Fallen
Some say you're a troubled boy,
Just because you like to destroy
All the things that bring the idiots joy
But what's wrong with a little destruction?
Jake sat by Marco, his eyes dull, as he folded shirts and placed them in his drawer.
More importantly, they were Michael's small shirts going in his drawer.
Because Michael wasn't leaving as fast as he wished he was.
"Can't we put him in the guest room?" Jake asked slowly, not looking at Marco but instead at the floor. He was beginning to form a headache.
"You know that it's packed, you want him to sleep downstairs?" Marco asked, rubbing his arms slightly, he was over heated from the sudden heat wave that had been going around lately, and right now he didn't need his son's constant wining.
"But Ma-"
"Look, Jake" Marco said, wheeling on him," You invited him, now you have to take care of him"
"I wouldn't have done that if I knew he was going to miserable" Jake said harshly, getting up.
"Yes, you did" Marco said, watching as Jake paused to look at him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jake asked, well, rather snapped.
"Exactly what I said" Marco said, rising also." You know you can't help causing pain, can you Jakey? And it's not your fault really, I just wished I could've raised you better. But I guess I didn't"
"Why the fuck is everybody picking on me?" Jake asked Marco seriously as Marco blinked a couple of times, Jake was beginning to piss him off, his son was cynical and bitter and a hate machine, and he was just now realizing it. All he could do was groan, where did he go wrong?
"I'm not fucking picking on you, Jake" Marco said, returning the verbal curse," What we're doing is trying to show you how you can hurt others, like Michael-"
"Michael fucking this and Michael fucking that!" Jake said, raising his arms up in the air," Everything is not about him!"
"Fucking drama queen, Jake, It can't always be about you! Michael has told you this so many times before! The boy loves you and look what you've done!" He shouted, becoming over whelmed with anger," You're killing him"
Jake stared at him, shocked." Fuck you!" He turned and walked out the room. As he passed by he saw Michael sitting in the hall way, playing with Mike and Mark. He was bouncing them on his lap while singing a little bit," I remember when I was little, I used to follow Jake around the place and we'd sing this stupid song that we made up…" He was a nostalgic at heart, that's for sure.
"Hi…Jake…" Michael said nonchantly, as if nothing had happened between them.
Jake glared back at him, thinking about tackling him to the floor and beating him senseless, but what good would that do?
He kept on walking past him without blinking an eye.
"Marco, I think we need to talk" Ryan said, sitting down on the bed. Marco was staring up at the ceiling, biting his lip and contemplating on some much needed ice cream as Ryan put a hand at the back of his head and pulled him into a sitting position. His head fell into his lap as Ryan idly caressed it gently, fingering the dark locks and sighing contently," Jake's on a war path, he's trashing his room"
"Really?" Marco asked, not blinking a bit.
"Yeah, really. What happened?"
"We got into an argument over Michael and he ended up saying fuck you and storming off" Marco said deafly," It hurts to know that I think I have something to do with his problem."
"Michael is his problem, not you Marco" Ryan said softly.
Was it Marco or was he becoming past friendly with the gentle circles in his neck
"I know" Marco said, flipping over to look up at him," I caught wind of Dylan's status"
"Dating and happy" Ryan replied tiredly," Randy Arisol. This big Hollywood up coming movie star"
"What, how do we know?"
"Cause their getting married, it's in the newspaper"
Marco fell off the bed.
"I'll get the ice cream" Ryan said as he walked out the room," You get the champagne, I think there's a pair of skits that need our attention badly"
Andy lit a cigarette, Pete kicked a pebble, and stuck out his tongue, catching the rain on it.
"Life fucking sucks"
"If you have a hot Scottish accent I would beg to differ" Andy said casually, blowing circles in the air.
"Come on, I'm serious"
"Pete, you? Please, you can't be serious, because it's not of your nature. Your nature is to criticize and be rude and mean" Andy stated, blowing another ring of smoke," It's dependable, it's you and we can't change that, now can we?"
"I think Ryan's cheating on me" He said solemnly.
"With…?" Andy said, suppressing surprise.
"Marco!"
"What?"
"Okay, correct me if I'm wrong" Robert said as him and Michael sat at the kitchen table, drinking tea," Why in the hell do you put up with this?"
"Because, this is the only way I know how" Michael sighed," I'm more worried about Jake than myself, like I said before, stress and him don't go well together"
"You're telling me, he gives you the look as if he would kill you on the spot" Robert said, sipping a little of the tea." This is too damn hot!" He snapped, making Michael laugh.
Michael had a beautiful laugh,
"I never heard you laugh before" Robert said in an odd voice," It's nice, you should do it more often"
"I don't care much for emotion like laughs and giggles and smirks and happiness, you know that he killed that much out of me" Michael said with a shrug, but laughed again anyway.
"Look, I think we should get out of the house and ditch the brats" Robert said, getting up," Come on…"
"How?" Michael asked, glancing at his foot.
"Piggy back ride?" Robert smirked.
"I can't believe you're doing this" Michael said, laughing again as he bounced down the block, or rather Robert bounced down the block. Piggy back rides were funny.
"What are you looking at, kid?" Robert yelled at a little boy who was chewing gum, staring at them.
"Don't scare the children!" Michael yelled out, laughing like crazy.
"Mommy, why can I do that?" He asked, pointing.
"Well…because…it's not….listen, Paul, you're not supposed to do that in public-"
"But daddy does it all the time with his friend!" The little boy called out.
"What?" The mother asked.
"Where are we going?" Michael asked Robert as he made his way up the next street.
"Something to get on that leg of yours, I'd use a tree branch but it seems too boot leg for you" Robert said, placing Michael down at the bench that they had trotted up to.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Michel asked in a mock angry voice.
"Nothing" Robert shrugged," You seem a little higher class…you deserve better than a tree branch"
"You know no one else ever said that to me besides Jake that one time…thanks" Michael said quietly.
Robert patted his shoulder, " Don't let him get to you"
Robert swallowed in Michaels' shocking green eyes as he whispered," I try"
I never feel pain why don't you hit me again
I need a little black and blue to be in rotation
Jake smashed his computer to the floor.
He ripped his pictures of him and Marco off the wall.
The TV made a nice dent in the wall.
His bed room light bulb smashed into a bloody glass shower as it exploded above his head, due to the fact that he punched it out.
His cries were ignored.
Marco and Ryan were having a very important discussion.
"Fuck you Marco!" He screamed, threw the mattress over.
He ripped up another picture, threw the frame through the window.
He kicked his door a million times.
"Fuck you Michael!"
He ripped out his pictures of him and Mikey into tiny pieces.
"Fuck…fuck…fuck…" He cried out over and over again, disks and hard drives flew to one side of the room, shirts were ripped, mirrors were smashed.
He looked at his finger.
He pulled out the lighter that Andy had left in his room a few days ago and set fire to the ring that Marco gave him, matter of fact, fuck it, he thought, he threw the lighter to the floor and stalked out the room.
Fuck everything.
So I'm sorry if I ever resisted
I never had a doubt you ever existed
"Here, better?" Ryan asked softly as Marco nodded, shifting in his skirt and blowing his nose a little bit," Ry, I'm crashing."
"No, Marco." Ryan stopped," No, your not. Don't say that. You're a life saver"
"No, Ry, I mean I really might crash…all this stress is getting to me. I sound old. I don't like that" Marco murmured, in dire need of some love.
Ryan hugged him," Maybe we should take a nap, that always clears your head"
"Yeah" Marco said, downing the champagne that he pulled out from behind his pillow earlier . He kicked off his shoes, grabbed a pillow from the bed and went to sleep on Ryan's lap.
Ryan blinked a little bit.
His heart hurt.
What the fuck was going on?
Yeah. Drama damnit! Whooo I feel good now