Love your reviews as always, Azury, where have you been? I;m worried, I hope all the school work isn't strangling you too much, you're one of my muses, you know. Here is the next part, tell me if anything confuses you. It may seema little OOC, but only due to the fact that they're drunk. The way things should be. AN: When the hell are they going to find out about each other anyway! Lol

Chapter 10: Heartbeat

Marco kissed Ryan on the lips and tugged at his shirt as Ryan sighed and turned around only to get kissed again. " I don't want you to leavvvveee me" Marco cried out sadly, holding onto Ryan's jacket. Ryan pouted," You know I have to, my little ice cream bar, but I'll bring you back a present…" He sighed out over his shoulder, pulling him into a hug," Maybe some erotic Paris skirt with leather belt loops"

Marco's eyes lit up," Oh…."

Ryan smiled," See, just count the days. I'll write to you. And if Dylan gives you a problem, you know, I'll come all the way back just to kick his ass. And no raunchy parties!" He tweeked his nose," Cause we all know how much you love your beer"

Marco nodded, " I do…I love my beer"

As the airport terminal thinned out Ryan's flight got called. Marco still clung onto him like dead skin for a few more minutes before he finally let go and sighed. " I wub you Rye" He said quietly, a little baby voice as he fiddled with his hoddie and blushed. He didn't say I love you to Ryan often, but on the rare times that he did he often meant it. "Oh…." Ryan smiled, turning around and kissing him again," Marco don't make it hard on me, I love you too" He kissed his head," Now can I get on my plane, please?"

"Yeah…sure…I guess" Marco shrugged, blushing as usual.

"Ciao babe" Ryan said before hauling his bag and walking through the gate. Marco sighed, looking at a man across the room smoking a cigarette and raised his eyes at Marco. Being boyfriendless was going to be hard.

Andrew nodded, cheeks flushed and eyes glossed over," I very much like your shirt Mr. Jake" He said with a slur while smiling. Him and Jake were leaning over the small bride in the very wide back yard of the transmission party art gallery. Glasses tippped so far back they couldn't see over the rim they both took a sip at the same time again. " I think that I like you" Jake said suddenly, laughing. " It's quite fun getting drunk"

"Yes, me as well. What is your full name then Jake?"

"You'll never know" Jake teased, leaning in and snorting," That'd run the fun Mr. Rhyes"

"Who said that was my real name?" Andrew breathed," I could be a completely different person"

"How sad" Jake pouted," Changing your appearance, I'd never do that. I'm not proud of who I am, but I'd never run away from my past, I can't, it seems"

"No, Jake, you don't understand, so much has happened in my life…" Andrew trailed off, the wine making his words stumble forwards," It's hard to think about it…"

"Well then fuck it…then…ya" Jake said," Let's go out for a walk then. Leave this shitty transmission party"

"By the end of the night will you tell me your name?"

"Will you tell me your real one?" Jake countered, sluring slightly. His eyes squinted in confusion as he stumbled over the chair in the back. Andrew caddily smirked, locking arms with him and dragging him through the back gate," By tonight, you'll find out a lot about me"

Page 47: Act IIVX

Jude: Matt are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there.
Matt: How couldn't you, I was behind the curtin the whole time, I can't believe he hit you

Jude: It doesn't matter, are you okay?
Matt: Yeah…I got scratched a little, that's all… (Places a hand to Jude's face) Does it burn?
Jude: Like hell, but I'll be okay Matt (Kisses Jude's bruised cheek) I didn't mean for this to happen

Jude: It's okay… (Lingers for a moment) I just wanted to make sure you're okay. Because nothing can happen to you, you know that right, while I'm here, nothing bad will ever happen to you.
Matt: I'm scared though Jude, we have to leave now, tonight…
Jude: Wh- why? What's the sudden rush

Matt: You're not getting abused anymore, I won't allow it

Jude: (Smiles) Matt, you worry far too much. But we will leave tonight if that's what you wish. I don't mind leaving at all now that I think about it, we'll be together finally. At last Matt: Yeah… (bites his lip) I hope.
Jude: No, you must believe it, we have no time for hopes and dreams in this sad reality!
Matt: …
Jude: (Takes Matt's hand) Tell me. Look me in the eye and tell me you believe it

Matt : I…I believe it…I believe we'll make it. We have to…we will.

Roscoe looked over the page once more, fixed the last line and then wrung his hands together with a smile. " Brilliant" He murmured to himself, figuring out who was going to play the lead role oppside Andrew. It'd be the best act yet. Of course Jake would have a problem with that, but fuck him, Roscoe owned him anyway.

Dylan knocked on the door as Marco shuffled through the living room with a glass of hot chocolate and a magazine of the top 10 hotest men to keep him occupied. " Dylan?" Marco asked, rubbing his eyes. His pajamas, green sweat pants with frogs on it and a wife beather clung to him tightly. Marco suddenly realized how much he grew up and made note that later on after Dylan left to recapture his youth he'd go spin around to The Killers like in the old days. Or go on People Publishing dot net, because come on, that website rocked. " What are you doing here?"

"I had left my jacket here, do you mind?" Dylan asked, red eyes and a tired slump to his body.

"Whatever, it's on the couch" Marco waved his hand as he sat down on the couch himself and picked up the magazine again. One page flipped down as he smirked and licked his lips," Hello April…"

" Can I ask you a question?" Dylan asked. Another page flipped down from the magazine as Marco nodded, eyes intent on reading the article…and other things.

" Look, I know it seems awkward for me to be around you, and I feel the same way, but I want to tell you that I never meant to hurt you…" Dylan sighed out, sticking his hands into his pocket. Marco grunted, yet another page flittering down from the magazine and Marco had to cough at it. " And I just found out that Remy got out of rehab and you know that it's all Randy's fault… and God, Marco, please, just forgive me. Say anything! I can't bare thinking about how much you hate me! I can't sleep at night! My teeth aren't the perfect white they used to be and ….say something damnit!"

"Christ" Marco murmured, two more pages flipping down. He tilted his head to the side for a moment, and then counted the folds. " This has to be in a record book somewhere…"

"Are you even listening to me?" Dylan screeched.

"Obviously not, because Mr. April here has me busy. Ya, I forgive you, now raise up out my appartment and take your jacket so I can go and dance to the Killers" Marco said, waving his hand as he turned the page and smiled to himself again.

"Fine I'll just…wait, did you say…the Killers?"

"Yeah…" Marco looked up from the magazine," Why?"

"Oh…" Dylan smirked," No reason…I just happen to have…the limited edition CD. I'm sure you have it too…right?"

Marco slapped a palm to his head in fustration as he had a major flashback

Marco tugged on Ryan's sleeve as they walked down the mall together looking for the closest record store.

" We really need a famous friend so we can say that" He said with a nod, looking around.

"You do have enough money for both of them right…?" Ryan asked as they walked into the store and Marco automatically picked up Franz Ferdinand's new CD and the Killers limited edition one. " Because you know I'm flat broke…hun…Marco…stop drolling over the cover and look at me!"

"What?" Marco asked," No, you were supposed to pay for them"

Ryan shook his head," No…I wasn't you were. I paid for your Fall Out Boy CD. Which you threw against the wall after you heard that they were having a rivalry with the Killers and I brought the Bravery CD after you heard they were having a rivalry with The Killers"

Marco pouted," But…I'm broke…Rye…"

"Sorry, I can't help you…come on, let's go home and play their other CD then…."

Marco almost cried as they turned around

"Yeah, well I had it…but I gave it to a orphan who needed it" Marco lied.

"Oh…cause I just happened to have it…" Dylan pulled it out of his pocket as Marco almost launhed himself on to him, but held back, because it only reserved that urge for Ryan. " But you want me to go so…"

"No no no" Marco shook his head, getting up and shuting the door with his foot, " I have hot chocolate and hot male magazines, stay a while"

Dylan smirked, " I thought you'd never ask"

"Oh, how lovely the night is!" Andrew exclaimed, twirling about the street with his glass tipped up in the air, his nose red from the wine and his tie slackened. " And oh how I love talking like a Victorian character, it's rather good fun!"

"I guess" Jake snorted, following suite in small circles down the block. They flittered through the snow like angels as the moonlight blasted upon their faces in pale shadows. It was pushing past midnight, people locked away in their homes and tucked tight while these two were the devils of the night. " I like cursing better, because when you curse, most of the time you get your fucking point across"

"Yes! You do actually!" Andrew smiled, taking Jake's hands and spinning him around in a circle," Isn't it fun to be somewhat drunk? Fuck the formal casualities, I say, fuck it all"

Jake laughed, becoming dizzy, " Cursing with Victorian speech, is just as fun I suppose and right…I mean pip pip cherios! Fuck them all! Fuck Marco! Fuck Michael! Fuck Robert! Fuck me!"

"You say all these names!" Andrew cheered, " For I know them too. Fuck Jake, and fuck Marco then. Fuck Elliot and Roscoe!"

"Fuck them all!" They both cheered out at the same time, colasping into a pile of snow face down. After a few minutes Jake whispered out," Are we drunk yet?"

"Yeah" Andrew snorted," I think so. Why?"

"Good, now the real fun can begin" Jake said with a smirk. He pulled him up, grabbed his hand, pushed him against his chest and waltzed through the street with him as a light drizzle of snow began to cascade down upon the town. He whispered into his ear, over his shoulder," Want to come back to my place instead of freezing your ass off out here?"

"No" Andrew smiled," We have all night, Jake, don't ruin the moment. Twirl me"

Jake complied and laughed, he hadn't been this happy in a long time.

Ryan colasped onto the bed as Pete paced around him with one eye open." Pete, go to bed….please"

Pete moaned out with his freshly cut hair and sighed," I can't" He leaned aginst the cabient of the hotel room and snorted as the Effile Tower's bright lights glowed inside the room. It was a stark red, black ahirs and bed covering which reminded Ryan of him and Marco's old room, and a hot wood finish. The lights were off though, and the snow snaked it's way through the air in waves downwards. " I have too many things on my mind, too much to write…"

"I hope this isn't odd for you and all…" Ryan trailed off as Pete shook his head and fell onto the bed besides him like old times. " No, not at all. We've all grown up. Besides, I just dumped someone, so I'm not in the mood for romance whatsoever"

"Even in the city of Love?"

Pete rolled his eyes," Shut up. Rye, I'm just glad to have you around…you know, with Andy and Brian and you and Marco, we're all separated from each other and hardly keep in touch and I'm all alone…" He trailed off, eyes lowered.

"It's okay" Ryan smiled timidly as he closed his eyes," I'm here for now…I'm sure we'll make the best out of if"

"Marco" Dylan said after a few minutes of silence.

Marco's eyes fluttered open as he heard his voice and yanwed," What?"

"You fell asleep, again" Dylan murmured, pointing down to the fact that they had somehow ended up on the floor and Marco was clinging into his leg. " Yeah, gimme a few more minutes then" Marco sighed, closing his eyes again.

It took Marco 5 seconds to register their position before he sat up and yelled out." Oh my god Dylan, you perverted little violator, you used me in a time when I had my guard down, you bastard!"

"No, no no no, Marco, I didn't do anything like that-"

"Oh my god you are so sick! You are such a ….a …goddamnit I need some ice cream! Where did Ryan put the ice cream" Marco cried, getting up off the floor and slinking over to the fridge.

"Marco we didn't do anything but you said that you didn't feel well and that you're not..-"

"He locked the fucking ice cream up!" Marco cried, looking at the note.

No sweets for you Marci.

Wuv you.

Xoxox Rye.

"I hate that asshole!" Marco murmured, slumping down to the floor.

"You fell asleep after dancing around like an idiot!" Dylan finished out," Like old times…"

"Oh" Marco said quietly, feeling foolish. " I knew that…what time is it?"

"You've only been asleep for an hour, it's 1 am. Can we start up on the work again, please?"

"Ya, ya" Marco sighed out. He got up once more and put on some more hot chocolate before walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch," Okay, what should we start off with?"

"I don't know really" Dylan laughed despite himself. " I'm just following whatever you say…"

"For once" Marco snorted as Dylan raised his eyebrows. " Sorry. Look, all we have to do is…" He turned around at the sound of the tea pot whistling and rose up to go get it and pour the hot chocolate packets into their cups. " Name 3 different Lovers with issues from our favorite books and write a synopsis on them, simple work" He returned with Dylan's cup and placed it on the table only to have Dylan knock it over into his lap. " Shit…owww" Dylan cried out as Marco laughed quietly to himself and placed a tissue to his lap," Here…" He pressed down on it gently as Dylan's eyes captured Marco's for the first time all night…

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