I'm on a roll today, man! lol. I'm posting all the stories i've had in my computer forever, so here yah are. This is really short and fluffy. Hope yah like:)
"Everybody's got a secret
Party people getting down
But somebody better stop me
Cause my feet don't touch the ground
I can't keep my hands off you
And there's nothing I can do
No I can't keep my hands off of you,"
The lights went down and the curtains closed with the end of the song. Marco del Rossi let out a sigh of relief. Yet another gig he had gotten through without a flaw. He watched as Craig picked Ellie up and swung her around a few times, smiling like an idiot. Jimmy rolled to the side of the stage and pulled Hazel into his lap, kissing her in the process. Marco remembered when he had been like them, so wrapped up in love, not noticing what was going on around him. But that was in the past…now all he could do was watch and be happy for them.
"Everybody's got a secret
Party people getting down
But somebody better stop me
Cause my feet don't touch the ground
I can't keep my hands off you
And there's nothing I can do
No I can't keep my hands off of you,"
Dylan Mikalchuck watched from the side of the stage, waiting for his moment. He had done enough damage in the bass player's life…now he had to fix that. God, he looked so gorgeous! Marco's skin-tight jeans were dark, a perfect complement to the gray muscle tee he was wearing. A camouflage hat sat atop his head of dark chocolate curls, setting off the cocoa eyes that almost looked black. Dylan wondered what he was thinking when he did what he did. Marco was amazing: smart and witty, funny and kind, altogether stunning, inside and out. Dylan smiled brightly as he caught Marco's attention.
"Why are you here, Dylan?" Marco sighed, having to come close enough for Dylan to feel the hot breath on his ear to be heard.
"Do you really have to ask?" Dylan leaned down to Marco's level, "I'm here to apologize! I'm sorry, Marco…so, so sorry!" The taller man almost yelled those words he had been meaning to say for a long, long time.
"Oh, Dylan, don't be sorry. I just wasn't enough for you, you moved on. It's fine, really!" Sarcasm was dripping from his voice. Marco turned to walk away, but was stopped by Dylan's large hand on his shoulder. He rolled his eyes and turned around.
"I love you, Marco! Please—PLEASE—forgive me! Do I have to beg? Because I will. That's how sorry I am. I made a mistake…one, great big huge mistake. Please…" Dylan's eyes got big as he took Marco's hand in his own.
What happened next was acted completely on instinct and it shocked both boys incredibly. Marco smiled and ran a hand through Dylan's head of loose blonde curls. He pulled the taller boy closer—within an inch of his face—and stood up on his tiptoes. He kissed the lips he had so many times before gently, letting the gesture linger without deepening it. Dylan smiled giddily.
"That," he brought his hand down from Dylan's mop, "means call me tonight. I've got to get the stuff in the van. I'm sure we could figure something out," Marco winked and walked off to follow the rest of Downtown Sasquatch to the van. Dylan wasn't giving up now, though.
"What if I helped you guys?" Dylan smiled flirtily, putting his arm around the smaller boy. Marco just smiled and looked into the gray eyes he had missed so much. He didn't have to sit back and watch anymore. He was good to go. Marco was in love.
If you likey please reviewy. (sorry, too much sugar.) Love, Liz :)