Hi guys. Bet your wondering why I did two chapters tonight, eh? Well, it's cause I'm ending this one. I hate the way I wrote the last chapters, and I hate not having tim e to fix them, but I don't. So..here. Try to enjoy...even through it sucks. major. /

After Tim and James had been talking for about fifteen minutes, Marco decided to leave. As he was walking out the door, he bumped into a tall stranger.

"Oh, sorry," he said, only taking a quick glance at the man.

"Marco?" he said, restraining him lightly.

"D-Dylan? What are you doing back?" he asked, a bit taken aback.

"Week off from Uni. I don't mean to sound frank, but are you up for coffee or something? I'd really like a chance to talk, after what happened and all."

"Um…okay," Marco began, "Your car or mine?"

"We can take mine," he smiled and led the way to the cherry red with black stripes convertible Marco knew oh so well. They both got in—Marco noticed the car hadn't lost its scent…one of leather and comfort—and Dylan popped a CD in the player. A second or two later, "Photograph" was playing softly through the speakers. Marco gave a little giggle as he noticed a picture Dylan had kept on the dash.

"You still have this?" he asked.

"Oh, that?" Dylan blushed a bit, "Yeah…it actually hasn't left that spot since…"

"I know. Speaking of that, how's Eric?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm Dylan didn't pick up.

"I wouldn't know. I broke up with him that night," Dylan answered without a bit or remorse in his tone.

"You…why?" Marco was stunned.

"If you must know…it was you. After seeing you at the party, I couldn't handle it. I realized exactly how much I hurt you. I never got a chance to say it, but I'm sorry. So, so sorry…"

"I…God, Dyl. All I want to know is why? Why did you cheat on me? Why Eric?" Marco had so many questions—too many questions.

"If I knew the answer to those questions, I would have apologized a long time ago. I love you, cariad,"

A sharp pain stabbed at Marco, hearing Dylan say that word again killed him. He knew what could make it better, though.

"I…I…" Marco stuttered reluctantly before looking Dylan in his gray eyes, "love you, too…" A smile eased its way onto Dylan's face as he placed a hand over Marco's. The boys came closer and closer, until finally meeting in the middle. Sparks flew, trumpets sounded, bells rung…whatever you want to call it, love happened. Again.