I got some great reviews from the first chapter! Thank you guys! (one with which I redid my whole story..the chap. after this one might take a while..lol! it'll be better, though) Hope you like this one, too:)

"Hey Paige!" Dylan burst through the door without a moment's thought. He was extremely happy to be home, with a week off from hockey and university.

"Hey Mr. Big Shot," Paige sarcastically greeted the elder Mikalchuck with a hug.

"God, I've missed this house! I've missed everybody," he looked around, his smile vanishing, "Speaking of everyone…"

"Gone to the grocery store. They're getting Reese cups, especially for you." She laughed. Only she knew her brother's true weakness.

"Yes," he put his bag down by the couch and took a seat, "Have you talked to…um…anyone lately?" Dylan tried not to be obvious. Unfortunately, he was pretty darn bad at it.

"Yes, my dearest Dylan, I have talked to your ex, whose heart you ripped out of his chest and threw to the crows, lately." Paige took a seat next to Dylan. She loved her brother dearly, but still couldn't understand what made him cheat.

"Hey! I…fine. You got me. What has he said? Anything about me?" He was dying to know.

"Maybe…maybe not. Actually, he's been pretty busy lately. You'd be proud," Paige picked up an old Cosmo lying on the coffee table and nonchalantly flipped through it.

"What do you mean?" Dylan further prodded the question.

"Well, there's this new guy at school, Tim. He's a grade 10 and Marco's sort of mentoring him, you know, like you did for him."

Dylan seemed sort of hurt by this. He sat back, stared at the wall, and thought for a second.

"You okay?" Paige looked up from her magazine.

"If you want to know the truth…no," he sort of snapped back into reality. "I was going to apologize this week. I had a whole plan and everything…"

"And your problem is…" Paige said sarcastically.

"Tim! Hello, earth to my sister!" Dylan said impatiently.

"Dylan. Geesh, hon, listen for a sec, okay? Marco helped Tim come out to his dad. That's all. There's nothing stopping you,"

"But Marco hasn't even-" Dylan thought.

"He did. You weren't around for that, though, were you? When he came over here at 3 am crying his little eyes out you weren't here. And, where were you again? Oh yeah, out getting drunk after a game."

"Paige, I…I'm not going to deal with this right now. I'll be up in my room if you need me," Dylan frustratedly snatched his bag and raced up the stairs to his room. Even though he had only been gone a month, he missed his old bed and hockey poster plastered walls. He sauntered over to his desk and pulled a picture out of the drawer. He and Marco at Semi-Formal…hmm, that was a fun night. He traced his finger down the side of the photo as a giddy grin spread across his face. He had to do it; Dylan knew it now.

Muah ha ha ha/ Now, I leave you for around two weeks probably. I'm going to be swamped with WINTERGUARD! AHH! sorry...spaz. :) Ciao for now, Liz :)