Yes I know you probably wanted more on Spinner and all that junk but I'm not totally sure what I wanted to do with that yet so this is basically all about Marco and Dylan. Enjoy!

Marco grabbed the last of his things and stuffed them into the bag on his bed before pressing down on it firmly and zipping it up. His mother had brought the bag on one of her regular visits, which she was telling her husband was a "shopping trip" or a "quick errand". He sighed and plopped down next to his bag facing the window, and the never changing view; he had seen the past 2 weeks. His head fell down to his chest and he let his hand wander to the scar on the back of his head. He winced slightly as his fingered brushed against the stitches that needed to remain there a while longer.

As Marco pulled his hand away he heard approaching footsteps coming down the hall. It was a common sound for he had figured out his room was on an overly used hallway. They usually quickly went by and slowly disappeared as soon as they had come but these just grew closer. Marco didn't think anything of them and he quickly tuned them out and returned his gaze to the window.

A soft hand grabbed his shoulder and he felt hot breath on his skin as someone came up behind him and whispered in his ear. "Hey sexy." Marco instantly recognized the voice and turned his head with a brilliant smile to Dylan, whose face wasn't more than an inch away from his own.

"Hey." He whispered back before covering Dylan's lips with his own, enveloping them in a soft kiss. He pulled away reluctantly and stared back into his boyfriends blue eyes, smiling widely.

Dylan moved slightly away and hopped over the bed to sit next to Marco. He wrapped his arm over the younger boys shoulder and pulling him lightly onto his shoulder. Marco happily rested his head there for a few moments; eager to have his head lay on something besides the strange wrapping of the hospital pillows. He was happy just to sit there and could've stayed forever if permitted to but he knew the hospital would grow weary of an unwounded man taking occupancy in its walls.

But where do I go…His mind trailed back to the touchy but unavoidable topic of where he would be staying. At this point he was homeless… literally homeless.

"I can't believe you actually had that as your view the whole time here." Dylan's voice broke the silence and he lowered his gaze from the window onto Marco. His eyes were glazed over in thought and he hadn't even heard the mood lightening comment of the boy he rested on.

Marco blinked a few times and found Dylan staring at him. "Wh-what? Did you say something?" He fumbled out. Dylan smiled at him and read his thoughts through his worried eyes. He was fully aware of the situation his companion had found himself in.

"No." He turned away and looked at his hands; unsure of the words he desperately searched for in his mind. "I was thinking… you don't have a place to stay and umm… I uhh…" He wasn't sure why his mind was so jumbled up about asking this. He was usually very comfortable around Marco and often let things out around him that he would tell no one else.

Marco saw the redness begin to build on his cheeks and he couldn't help but laugh. His outburst didn't help Dylan's situation any and he knew that but he found his boyfriends face unbearably funny and it would be useless to try and hold his mirth in.

He leaned towards Dylan's face and kissed him on the cheek as soon as he regained his breath. "I'll be happy to stay with you." He reassured him lightly, a grin spreading across his face.

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief and his normal skin tone returned to his face, even though he still felt unbelievably stupid for being so embarrassed in front of Marco.

Marco was strangely glad about the moment. For once the tables had turned and he wasn't the one who was a making a fool of himself when they were together. He wrapped his arms around Dylan's muscular build embracing him in a hug that was gladly returned a moment later.

"I feel like an idiot." Dylan confessed smiling slightly at his own actions. He turned to look at Marco to find his deep brown eyes staring back at him, his chin lightly atop the blondes shoulder.

"You are an idiot." He joked. "But I like you that way." Marco kissed Dylan on the lips once more before getting up and pulling his perfectly packed bag over his shoulder causing him to lose his balance and fall onto Dylan's lap.

"Oh yeah, I'm the idiot." He threw back, rolling his eyes and taking the boy in his arms and helping him to his feet. They both laughed at themselves for when they were around each other, this type of mirth seemed to follow. Dylan picked the bag up and threw it over his shoulder with much more ease than the smaller boy.

Marco glared at the smile his boyfriend shot at him just causing it to widen even more, if that was even possible. He pushed Dylan lightly and walked towards the door motioning like a royal servant and bowing to let Dylan pass him.

Dylan shook his head lightly and walked past the bending boy lightly grasping his chin. He pulled him up to full height and out of the door keeping his finger on the boys skin. Marco looked up at him and smiled before receiving a kiss from his taller boyfriend.

"Thank you." Marco whispered as they released each other's lips and began to walk down the hallway.

"No need to thank me. I will be happy to do that many, manymore times." He knew quite well that Marco wasn't talking about their kiss but it brought a wider smile to the boy's face just as he had hoped it would.

"You are an idiot." He replied grasping Dylan's free hand with his own. Dylan chuckled at the jest and led them both back to his parked car.

"Hello? Anyone here?" Dylan called out as he peeked his head into the door. He walked inside and set his keys down on a table behind the couch.

"I'm in here Dyl." His sister's voice floated from the kitchen into the two boys ears. Marco had followed Dylan inside and leaned comfortably against the headboard of the couch turning back towards the door he had closed behind him.

"Where is that air mattress we use on camping trips?" He questioned her opening a closet to begin his search.

"Upstairs in the hallway closet." Paige replied from the other side of the door. "Why do you ask?"

Dylan turned to Marco who put a finger over his lips and smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I've got… company." He said calmly. But the lack of information caused Paige to come investigating for herself and she walked from the kitchen almost bumping into Dylan who was on his way to the stairs.

Her gaze fell onto a lightly built boy sitting on her couches armrest and looking at he wall opposite him. "Who is that?" She said softly to her brother slightly intrigued by what she saw of the boy.

"Just a friend. Why?" It was a good thing Paige was staring so intently at what she hadn't recognized as Marco because Dylan's face was overly contorted at his attempts to detain his laughter.

Marco had heard the exchange and was barely able to keep his own face straight.

Dylan pretended that he had just caught on to what she was implying and grabbed his sister's shoulder. "He's not your type." He stated plainly.

"And how exactly would you know what my 'type' is?" She whispered and looked back at her brother who had gotten his face back to a smile.

"Why don't you go find out for yourself?" Dylan began to walk back up the stair but stopped half way up to see the exchange between the two younger teens.

Paige rounded the couch slowly and sat about a foot away from the mysterious stranger. She held out her hand towards him. "I'm Paige Michalchuk. Dylan's sister. An-"

"And you hit on anything that moves." He said sternly before turning his face to her and smiling. "Including your best gay friend and your brothers boyfriend." With that Dylan burst out laughing and had to hold on to the railing so he didn't fall down the steps. Paige's jaw dropped and she pushed Marco off the armrest causing his own fit of laughter to erupt into the room.

"That was mean!" She scolded them. But she had to regain her dignity somehow. "I keep forgetting that you don't have your hair anymore." Her cheeks flushed crimson at her own misfortune.

"I couldn't resist. And apparently you can't either." Marco said to her as he got up from the floor and plopped down next to her. She gave him an evil glare causing him to wrap his arm around her shoulder. "Ahhh you know I love you." She smiled at him accepting his vague apology.

"So you're going to stay here for a while?" She asked him, eagerly trying to change the subject.

"Its not like I have anywhere else to go. Plus I would rather stay here than anywhere else." He replied.

Paige looked up the stair to her brother rummaging through the hallway closet. Marco followed her gaze and answered her unspoken question. "Dylan invited me." She looked back at Marco and smiled.

"I figured. Where do you want to sleep? We've got the guest room, my room, the attic…"

"I think he'd would be more comfortable in my room." Dylan called downstairs, returning from the closet with a box.

"Yeah. I'd have to agree." Marco looked at Paige's face, which was covered in a wide grin.

"Oh, I see." She got up from the couch and returned to whatever she had been doing in the kitchen.

Marco followed her lead and left the living room, climbing up the stairs back to Dylan. He followed him into the room where he began to blow up the airbed.

"Well that looks comfortable." He cringed at the mattress, and looked over at Dylan.

"And that's why I'm sleeping on it." He smiled back up at the younger boy.

"You don't have to give up your bed to me." Marco frowned sympathetically.

"I know but you just got out of the hospital. And I wouldn't get any sleep thinking of you on this thing."

"What if nobody used it?" Marco asked and looked over at Dylan's bed.

"Than that would make me a very happy guy." He grabbed Marcos hand and led him over to his bed kissing him softly on the lips. Marco returned the kiss and lightly pushed Dylan down to a sitting position crawling onto the bed next to him. He grabbed Dylan's collar and fiddled with the top button playfully.

Dylan slipped his hand over Marcos back pulling him closer until he lay on top of him. They both scooted back to a more comfortable position and Marco licked Dylan's lips before pulling out of the kiss. He returned to undoing the buttons on his shirt before pausing and looking at his face.

"What's wrong?" He asked noticing Marco's apprehension.

"What if someone comes in?" Marco glanced at the door and then back at Dylan.

"My parents are on a business trip. They wont be back for at least two days." He tried to reassure his boyfriend.

"And Paige?"

"You've got a point there. She isn't one to keep her nose out of things." He bit his lip trying to come up with a solution. "I think we'll be ok."

"You sure? I don't know…" Marco replied worriedly.

"I'm sure."

"Fine." Marco shrugged off his own worry and returned to kissing the blonde. Dylan pulled the boys shirt off quickly, careful not to reopen any of his still healing wounds. Soon after Marco finished with his buttons and slid Dylan's shirt off past both of their hips.

Marco slipped his hand down Dylan's torso, reaching for the button on his jeans. He was stopped by Dylan's strong hand that had grabbed his own. Marco looked up questioningly and received a smile from his boyfriend.

"Wait a second." He whispered and Marco rolled off him. Dylan got up and pulled back the covers motioning for Marco to crawl underneath them. He quickly obliged and Dylan followed him in.

Marco rolled back over above Dylan placing his hands on each side of the boy and arching over to kiss him. Dylan put his hands on Marco's chest and rubbed it softly causing the younger teen to moan into his mouth. He slid his hand down and began to tug at the boy's pants. He unzipped them and tried to pull them down unsuccessfully.

Neither of them noticed the door until it was too late.

"Dyl do you know if- oh shit! Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry!" Paige's voice rang through the room causing the couple to break their kiss and turn their heads in shock.

"Shit!" Marco screamed and pulled the covers over his head as he slipped off of Dylan and buried his face in the mattress.

"Paige, get out!" Dylan roared at his younger sister because she had frozen up in the doorway with her hand still on the doorknob and her other hand over her gaping mouth. Her brother's voice brought her back to the current situation and she quickly closed the door behind her leaning on it for support.

"I'm sorry." She called through the door. "I think I'm going to be sick." She said to herself before she made her way to the bathroom.

Marco was still huddled under the comforter his face a bright red. He mumbled something but it wasn't understandable because his lips were still pressed against the sheets.

"What?" Dylan asked him putting his hands on his face and rubbing it roughly. He couldn't believe that his little sister had just caught him.

"I said I told you." Marco spat out his head surfacing from the comforter he still held around his neck.

"That you did." Dylan slid his hand under Marco's cheek and gazed at him softly. "I'm sorry. I really didn't think she would come in."

Marco's eyes lightened. "I know." He looked at his hand still clutching the covers. "I'm gonna go change." He released his grip and pulled the blankets off him crawling over Dylan and off of the bed.

"I have some extra sleeping clothes in that drawer over there." He pointed to his dresser.

"Thanks." Marco quickly finished button his jeans and pulled on his shirt that had been tossed of the bed. He made his way to the drawer and grabbed a shirt and some sweats before quickly shutting it walking to the door. He peeked his head out and then slipped quietly into the hall and to the bathroom.

Inside he found Paige splashing cool water onto her face. She hoped it would take her mind off the funny but no less disturbing images in her mind. She was glad one of her best friends and her brother loved each other like they did but she didn't need to see it. She doused her skin once more in the icy liquid and grabbed blindly for a towel around her. She soon found one and looked up to find Marco in the doorway.

"Umm I need to use the bathroom… for just a second." He muttered not meeting her gaze.

"Yeah sure." She replied slipping past Marco to her own bedroom.

Marco shut the door behind her and set Dylan's clothes on the counter. He was never going to live this down. He changed quickly in hopes of avoiding another awkward moment with Paige but the thought was shattered when he met her in the hall again.

"Do you have an extra… umm… pillow or something? That I can use?" Marco asked her nervously. She nodded and motioned for him to follow.

She opened the same closet Dylan had been rummaging through earlier and found what she was looking for. "Here." She said as she handed him the pillow and found his gaze.

"Next time. I'll knock." She reassured him and walked down the stairs into the kitchen.

Marco smiled. Could it be possible that Paige was actually as embarrassed as he was? Judging by the redness on her cheeks she must have been. He moved back to Dylan's room where he found a fully blown up airbed. Dylan was sitting on the bed his elbows leaning on his knees and his head in his hands. He looked over at Marco who was moving onto the inflatable mattress.

"I already told you that your not gonna sleep on that thing." Dylan scolded the younger boy. "Get up here." He patted the mattress next to him. Marco quickly did as he was told.

"And neither are you. Just because we are in the same bed doesn't mean anything has to happen." Marco replied. Dylan laughed lightly.

"'Kay then." He reached over and grabbed Marco's pillow and pulled it onto the bed. They crawled back under the covers and Marco nestled his head on Dylan's shoulder.

"I love you." He whispered before swiftly falling asleep.

He kissed the younger boy softly on the forehead. "I love you too." He replied before falling into his own slumber. He smiled lightly in his sleep and neither of them was disturbed the whole night.

A sweet smell wafted slowly into the room bringing Dylan's senses back to him as he woke up. He shifted slightly and found that Marco was lying on his chest. Yawning widely he moved his hand to the boys head and rubbed it softly with his thumb. Marco rolled over releasing the blonde from his grasp and letting him get up from the bed. Dylan tiptoed lightly out of the room and down the stairs to find Paige cooking up a storm in the kitchen.

"Since when do you cook?" He asked sleepily yawning once more and making his way to a stool.

"Since I had nothing better to do." She replied absently. "I'm sorry." She mumbled just eligibly.

"For what." Dylan questioned her, slightly caught off guard.

"For you know… ruining… whatever." She answered as she turned to look at him.

"Oh… that. Its uhh… okay." He had almost forgotten about last nights little disaster.

"Okay." She turned back to the skillet that she was working on. "Want some pancakes?"

"Sure." Dylan knew that she was trying to change the subject and he happily followed her lead.

She scooped a few onto a plate and slid them across the island to Dylan. He grabbed a fork and shoved a few bites into his mouth greedily.

"These are pretty good. I didn't even know you knew what a stove was." He joked lessening the tension that had begun to build in the room.

"Ha ha. I'm better than you." Dylan chuckled at her comment. "Where's Marco?" She asked just noticing the boy's absence.

"Still sleeping. I thought I'd let him rest for a bit." He answered before shoving another forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

Paige nodded and slipped a few more pancakes onto a plate and sat down next to her brother.

"Actually he couldn't resist the smell of a home cooked meal and decided to investigate it for himself." A voice came from the doorway causing the siblings to jump. Marco laughed at them and entered the room grabbing his own seat across from the two.

"Good morning." They replied in unison.

"Have some pancakes. They are surprisingly good." Dylan instructed Marco.

"Who made them?" Marco asked as he grabbed a plate and placed a few on it before returning to his seat.

"Me." Page answered causing Marco to stop mid bite. "They're good!" She insisted.

"They are. My sister actually can cook. As shocking as that may seem." Dylan reassured the boy took a small bite.

"You're right." He took the rest off his fork and before he even stopped chewing had another forkful ready to be devoured.

They finished their meal quickly because Paige reminded them all that there was school today.

In what seemed like mere minutes the three were out the door and on their way to school.

Yay! I finally finished it. Hope you all enjoy it and remember to review!