Um, I normally said something stupid and adorable here to usher the chapter in so…uh… :snaps fingers: ANDIAMO! Or else I'll tell your baby cousin santa isn't real.
Azury: Ever so sweet baby doll. How are you? And I hope classes are coming along swimmingly. If I think my classes are hard I'm afraid to get to your level! My asmatha, believe it or not, is awesome for me. It makes me tired and worn down, but you know, I think I needed to slow down things in my life anyway. I know you're looking out for me, I appreciate it. :LOVE: I waned Robby and Alex to know because they're trying to do the impossible: Save Michael and Jake. Of course they both care deeply for them, but Michael and Jake are too blind to mind, know or care. Michael's changing and Jake's getting worse, it's just a busy time for all of them Jake doesn't have AIDS dear, you're not dragging it out of me like you did with Michael! Ger. Pete will make an appearance….um let me see :scrolls through notepad: He's mentioned in chapter 9 and appears in chapter 10. You like Pete and Rye more than Marco and Rye right? Mmm…I know, it just feels better that way doesn't it? I have to write something about Adrian, I don't want Tilly to forget who her father really is. Oh Andy, I love him so. It feels great to actually write back to you in a way. I shall rock this story :plugs in amplifiers and bass: I shall until I cannot rock it anymore : turns up volume: xoxoxox Looovvveee
TruFate : They do, they suck so much…it…I dunno. But they suck. Badly. I do that a lot, I always like to sneak "Artistic Revisions" and "Broken Paint Brushes" in there every now and then. I was origionaly going to call this story "Scattered Hues" to keep up with the paint theme, but then I decided against it, because it's more drama this time around. I wanted to make sure I got across the fact that Ryan doesn't like Dylan. Much. At all actually. I didn't know that was a song, I remember watching Queer As Folk and seeing Justin wear that shirt and I thought it would be something Alex would be wearing. I also find myself yelling at the screen, " Dump Roscoe bitch! Get with Alex!" But you know, then I remember that I'm writing this down. You know, it hurts that sometimes my characters control me. Thankies for the Review Autum, you know it cheers me up
Gypsy Prince: I'm glad you like it so far! I'm pretty sure you'll like this chapter as well
Bee: Oh yes, Jake's thoughts are true. I don't know how I write these things without experience you know. But I think I can relate to the people around me and all. Ja, I think that's why. I can't write an Andy scene without a Brian scene lately. They go together like PB and J. You already know I'm happy that you enjoyed this chapter. But I just said that anyway, so now you know once more.
TearsOfEcstasy : Well I'm not sick now, but that cold was a bitch to get rid of. As Roscoe says: Andrew smiled politely, "S'not felling good. You know how colds are. Bitches to get rid of." He leaned over the table," Roscoe, why did you call for this little dinner anyway? I'm sure we could cut through all the bullshit and get to the point, I have a few pressing matters to attend to" He directed his stare at Jake, who felt weak under it.. Well um, that was a spoiler, but whatever. I know! I couldn't breathe, through my nose, or my mouth, and since I had asmatha it was like wheeze city 24/7 Glad you liked the chapter. No, complain, it's good and healthy for your colon. Yay! Colon!
BlackRoseOnFire: Oh no, never. I'm hardly angry at you, I was just in a rush so some of things may have came out a little harsh. I'm sorry if they did. I was pissed off because I was late for school. I just wanted people to understand the fact of the situation. I sort of like Roscoe, I know I put a lot of me in him. Yeah, are you shocked that I'm a Jr. High kid? Oh, no, Alex does know that it's Michael. What made you think that he didn't? Dylan is a whore, and he's just jealous that Marco isn't his anymore. Frinky make out sessions rule! Lol, thanks for the review. They make me ….something, I dunnoo.
Okay, enough ranting. I have a question, because I know all of you are probably going "OMGSTFU ALREADY AND LET US READ :SHAKES FIST:" But I have another story I'm writing that I will not publish until This one is done so that way I don't loose interest in it like I always seem to do. I mines well start doing a string of one shots. Whatever, OTP ( just love saying that), OOC, SLASH, HET, whatever. Well, not het. I never wrote that shit in my life. And it scares me that I haven't. But anyway, how would you like an Angry Marco finding a kid in a subway unconscious, have the kid follow him home by acident and mold him into something that him and Spinner can't handle. Of course it'll have it's funny moments, it's a kinda sorta Sparco, and um, yeah, I'll put a preview on the bottom so you guys can tell me what you think of it so far…'
Okay now you can read wooo….
Chapter 7: Start Me Up
Michael pushed an angry lock out of his hair as he fell off the bed with a quick thud and hit the floor, a bad habit that he had picked up from when he was little, and looked on the other side of the bed to see Robert with his head bowed down, as if crying and his hair falling into his face. His pajamas were wrinkled and stretched as Michael slowly crawled over and tapped him on the shoulder," Robby, what's wrong?"
"Nothing" Robert lied, shrugging his boyfriend's hand off his shoulders. Michael eyed him before sliding onto the edge of the bed as well and tried again," What are you thinking?"
Robert sighed darkly, raised his hands behind his back before turning around and cradling Michael's cheek. "Mikey," He started, uneasily. " You know that I've known you for a while"
"5 years" Michael nodded as Robert drew a pained look onto his face and stopped for a second. "What's the matter?"
"I just don't want to loose you…" He whispered.
"What happened? Why are you saying this now?"
"I know you haven't been feeling well lately, don't lie to me and say that you're fine, I saw you throwing up last night. Why didn't you tell me that you were sick again? You know I want to help you" Robert whispered out, sadly.
"I know…" Michael's eyes averted to the floor." I don't want anyone to worry. And I don't want to be sick again. I'm sure it'll pass"
"Have you stopped taking your pills?"
"What?" The question was clear, but Michael still had to ask.
"You heard me"
"I just stopped….like a month ago. But Robby, those pills had force side effects than what I have"
"I scheduled a doctor's appointment for tomorrow, right before the next Transmission Party. We're going to get you a re-fill and see what else we can do" Robert said with a defined voice and Michael shuddered slightly. " I just want you to be okay" He leaned in, pushing the hair away from his face. He placed a chaste, sweet kiss on his forehead before sighing out as Michael ran his hands through his hair, threading the knots and pulling him closer.
Marco sat down at his computer while Ryan paced around franticly." where's my plane ticket Marco? Have you seen it? Because if you haven't seen it I am officially dead. And if I'm dead then I'll be sad. And if I'm sad then I'll be depressed and when I'm depressed I paint…and if I paint I'll make money! You're brilliant Marco!" Ryan said, kissing Marco on the lips before spinning out of the room, calling out " I need more coffeeeeeeeee" As he tripped and fell over the steps that lead in the apartment.
Marco snorted, Ryan was much more happier with him then he's ever seen before. He was online, chatting with Spinner, Jimmy and Craig, because he missed them like hell.
BlewHimBeforeYou: Craig, how's the business world of NME treating you?
NMEWhore:
You see they made me use this name right? It's horrible, and I have yet
to meet Brandon Flowers. I did come close to touching Alex Kapranos,
but one of his body guards jumped me because they said I looked like
Gavrilo Princip
G-UnitBitches: Was that before or after you tried to jump on them
NMEWhore: Shut up Jimmy, it was the heat of the moment.
SlashMeHard: I still don't understand why you all act so gay
BlewHimBeforeYou: Spin, your name is Slash Me Hard. Slash me hard. That's the gayest you'll ever get.
G-UnitBitches: I'd have to agree. We all knew it Spin, bout time you came out of the closet
SlashMeHard: I AM NOT GAY DAMNIT!
NMEWhore:
Anyways, Britain is nice and all, no Ashley to bitch at me. Just me, a
guitar and this guy named Steven. He shares the apartment with me. And
you said I'd be a failure if I didn't go to college.
G-UnitBitches: Because working at NME is so much better
SlashMeHard:Like you're doing any better, Mr. 50 Cent wannabe
G-UnitBitches: I
have a hot girlfriend with the best ass in the world, have a basketball
sponcer ship at my college and I am dead ass sexy. And you're doings so
much better Mr. Invisible Spray Can Cheese?
NMEWhore: Should we take them off our friends list Marco?
Blewhimbeforeyou:We can just ignore them for now, anyways, tell me more about this Steven
NMEWhore:Well he has blonde hair and green eyes and woah he is so…
BlewHimBeforeYou: CRAIG!
NMEWhore: Yes?
BlewHimBeforeYou: Stop doing that now!
NMEWhore: Doing what?
BlewHimBeforeYou: You know what
NMEWhore: Blushes
SlashMeHard: Jimmy you baggy jeans wearing crack head, My Invisible Spray cheese is the shit.
Okay G-UnitBitches: Spinner, shut up.
BlewHimBeforeYou Has Changed His Name To IWantACar69
IWantACar69: Hahaha, I love changing my name.
NMEWhore Has changed his name to TakeMeOut
TakeMeOut: This is so dumb.
IWantACar69: But fun, Craig, now back to Steven
G-UnitBitches Has changed his name to BitchXSlap
BitchXSlap: Anyways, Spinner. Aren't you gonna change yo name?
SlashMeHard: No, I like this one
IWantACar69: Hahaa, how homo
SlashMeHard: I am not gay dudes, I swear it
TakeMeOut: We believe you. Oh Steven's here, I have to go
IWantACar69: Why? raises eyebrows
TakeMeOut: Because, it's his birthday and we're supposed to go out.
BitchXSlap: Slap dem bitches en hoezs on da ass.
SlashMeHard: What?
BitchXSlap: Sorry, wrong chat.
IWantACar69: We'll have this conversation over the phone Craig.
TakeMeOut: Fine
Take Me Out has logged off.
BitchXSlap: I have to go too, Camile wants me to show her how to make a jump shot…
IWantACar69: Sigh fine. Bye
BitchXSlap: I wwwuvvv you
SlashMeHard: Awww.w…Jimmy shows hint of gayness.
BitchXSlap: As opposed to your blatant homosexuality. When franz Ferdinand names a song after you, we'll see who has the last laugh
BitchXSlap has signed off.
IWantACar69: So It's just you and me spin
SlashMeHard: Yeah…
IWantACar69: What's the matter?
SlashMeHard: Nothing….I uh…I have to go myself, but I'll call you later
IWantACar69: You're kidding me, noooo.
SlashMeHard: Sorry….I uh…have to go….and…yeah….bye
SlashMeHard Has signed off.
Marco glared at the computer before turning around in his swivel chair and spotting Ryan down the hall spinning around with coffee in his hands and a belt made of pink sequins. I guess they were going to try something new with the skirts tonight.
Jake was quiet as Roscoe hovered over him, breath hot on his neck, lips curled and eyes un-blinking. He noticed the glare that seemed to burn into his skin, the way he loathed the look of peace on Alex, who was tucked tightly under Jake's sweaty arms, face. "Do you take home every boy that takes you out?"
"No" Jake whispered out, idly brushing the hair out of Alex's face delecatly," Just the pretty ones"
"You better be lucky that I'm your boyfriend, others would think you have somewhat of a crush on this boy here" Roscoe's voice held an odd hint in it. He crossed his arms as Jake simply yawned and snuggled closer to Alex, who was happy enough to be anywhere near Jake. " I notice you're like a trap, Jake. Lure people in with fancy words and quiet remarks, and get them to stay with sharp looks and dazed replies. You're quiet the artist in a weird way."
Jake didn't seem to mind his jealous words, but did get a little agitated at the fact that Roscoe wasn't leaving the two of them alone, acting as if he was some patrol officer, waiting and watching to make sure that they didn't have sex right then and there. As if that thought ever crossed his mind. " Roscoe, if you want to come and lay down next to me, don't bitch about it, just do it. But I'm not moving Alex."
Roscoe smirked at him," I rather not. I'll leave you two alone, actually I have to go meet up with Elliot so we can start casting the roles for the play. I think I have that Andrew kid as the star"
"Andrew Rhyes?" Jake murmured, Alex shifted and buried his head into Jake's chest like a child, and it was an odd scene to watch unfold and take place. It often horrified Jake more than he could believe at the fact that someone, so young, so pure, could be turned into shambles like that. Granted Michael was the same case, but he caused that. And he saved Alex. It was almost a give and take. " Tell him I said thanks"
"You know him?" Roscoe asked, still holding that loathsome look on Alex's face.
"Sort of" Jake murmured out," Turn out the light when you leave, I can't stand the mornings"
"It's 3 pm" Roscoe pointed out as Jake waved his hand in a gesture that meant fuck off, since Roscoe used it on Alex all the time. Roscoe simply closed the door as Alex whispered out, eyes closed, " Is he gone?"
"Yeah" Jake breathed, Alex began to get up but Jake held him still," Don't leave yet"
"But what about the Transmission Party?"
"Fuck it" Jake shrugged. " I just want to stay here, do you mind?"
Alex sighed out, Jake's arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him flush up against his chest as his eyes fluttered close once more. He didn't know what exactly was going on, but Jake was acting different, and as much as he wanted Jake to show any real interest in him, he'd be damned if he was to become Jake's next Michael.
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Marco fixed his tie, slackened to perfection, a signal that only a certain elite few knew about in the school, as he looked down in the mirror of the back seat of Spinner's ghetto ass broken down Love Mobile. His hair stood perfectly swept behind white sun glasses and a black shirt blended in with his pin stripe black and white tie. His eyeliner, yes he was into eyeliner for reasons that shouldn't be explained at the moment incept for the fact that it brought depth to his eyes, circled under in a normal fashion, incept Marco has his come out was a curl at the end of his eyes, almost a swirl like pattern. His pants were snow white and his black boots stood laced up unevenly with matching pin stripe shoe laces. What could he say? He knew he looked good. He looked at Perin, nervous and excited, he could tell before glancing in the rear view mirror at Spinner, who was humming along to some AFI song. Marco sighed," Spin, turn that down, we're coming near the school"
Spinner reluctantly turned it down as he glared at him, still pissed off for what had happened that morning "What?"
"We need to give Perin a name…besides his. I mean, kids are gonna be wondering what the hell kind of name is Perin"
"You mean like they wonder what the hell kind of name is Marco?"
"Fuck up, Gavin" Marco sneered out," I don't feel like putting up with your little queen sessions right now. Perin is more important than that-"
"Nicholas" Perin whispered.
"What?" Marco asked, lowering his sun glasses as he came to a stop.
"I always liked the name Nicholas" Perin repeated shyly as Marco shook his head and brought his chin back up." There's no room for shyness at Degrassi High, remember that…Nicholas" He said the name coldly as he clapped his hands together in a quick fashion. Spinner sighed," Marco don't you think that you-"
"No, Gavin, I'm not" Marco said with odd determination, " Our little Perin here has to learn how to fend himself. What if we hadn't have found him, then what? Do you know where you'd be Perin?" Marco asked. " You'd be dead. Or maybe picked up into some prostitute ring where you'd be forced to do unspeakable things for minute amounts of money. Maybe you'd be abused, or lost, or maybe mugged. Have you ever though of that?"
Perin remained silent as Spinner stopped the car," We're here" He sighed out. Marco opened the door and hopped out. Spinner mouthed to him to stay put as Spinner got out as well, slammed the door and walked over to Marco with an angry look in his eyes. " What the hell is wrong with you? Do you not understand that you're freaking the kid out?"
Marco shrugged, pushing his finger into Spinner's chest," Yes, that's the point. I don't want anything happening to him!"
"You're too emotionally attached to this kid already. You know Marco…I wonder what is wrong with you, you act so odd…and…" Spinner trailed off as tears welled up in Marco's eyes and he stood back for a second. "Marco…stop…" He murmured, placing hand on his shoulders," I thought you didn't believe in crying…"
"I don't" Marco snapped, sniffed and wiped a tear away," You pissed me off so much I bit my tongue"
Spinner snorted, holding back laughter," Can we please tone down the drama and get our Nicholas into the school. He needs to be corrupted with all sorts of bad habits…"
"Like cutting class"
"And sneaking out of the gym"
"And setting off the alarms"
"And taking off all his clothes and streaking through the auditorium while the seniors get their diplomas…."
"That was you?" Marco asked, shocked. " Oh Spinner, why didn't you ask me to join you…you know how famous that prank was! Ha, you're the phantom stripper?"
"Sh…" Spinner put a finger to his lips as Marco laughed even louder," Let's save that for Perin to find out on another day"
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