Chapter 5

A/N: Alright, now I know this isn't too long, but I worked my butt off to get a good chapter done before season 6 started (oh my gosh, I can't believe it's TONIGHT! I'm so excited) Anyways, even though it's not that long, I hope you enjoy. And I really hope you REVIEW :) :) :)

Paige wanted Marco to come over. Actually, she wanted all off her friends to come over that night, just to do whatever. You know, watch movies, have pizza, the works! The only problem was, well, whether or not to invite Marco. He was, after all, one of her best friends in the world, and she loved him, but…Dylan. She could always tell Marco that Dylan wasn't going to be there…or that he was simply preoccupied, or better yet, actually kick him out! She doubted he would go for the last suggestion, though.

She decided Dylan or no Dylan, Marco was going to be at her damn house. Just in case, though, she would have to warn her brother of that fact.

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"Paige, I'd love to, but….well, you know," he stammered shamefully, seriously not willing to mention his name.

"Marco," she said, frustrated, "Honey, honestly, if you're going to deny me visiting house just because I was born into this family?"

"Visiting hours? Paige," he laughed, "I'm not in a retirement home. Alright, alright, I'll come,"

"Yayy!"

He laughed, "I might just change my mind if you EVER do that again,"

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"Marco, hey, come on in," Paige said as she smiled hugging him. "Come down to the basement with us. Everyone's down there. I even invited Spinner"

"Hey, Marco," Paige roller her eyes, "Dylan, this is Marco. Marco, this is Dylan. I'm sure by now you realize he lives here. And you," she pointed at Dylan, "knew he was coming, go upstairs! Be gone!" She pushed him away.

Marco felt uncomfortable telling Dylan in his own home that he could not be around them. He felt that he should be the mature one. He wanted to stop the childish, 'I'm not speaking to you' crap.

"Paige, it's okay,"

Dylan turned mid-step, shocked that Marco wanted to invite him to stay with them. He smiled. Paige looked from Dylan to Marco and back in confusion. "O—okay, then, I was only looking out for you, Marco, so if you don't care, then neither do I," she smiled, "Well, come on already!"

Paige walked down the stairs with Dylan and Marco close behind. Dylan wasn't sure what, exactly, was on Marco's mind, but if it meant he could talk to him, then he liked it. When Marco sat down next to a safe spot next to Ellie, she made sure to make space for Dylan to sit in between them. Couldn't she that's what he was avoiding? She smirked in his direction. Yeah, she definitely knew what she was doing. It was a conspiracy!

(The rest of the chapter is through Marco's point of view)

Dylan smiled as he sat down next to me, and I tried to smile back, but our previous conversation in the mall kept returning to my mind.

Paige decided that we should definitely watch a horror movie because we "always have more fun" with those. I rolled my eyes. Sure, we do. They scare me half to death! The last scary movie I had even seen was my first date with Dylan! Well, that wasn't actually true, but it's defiantly the last one I enjoyed. (A/N: I hate scary movies lol. Just thought I'd let you all know:))

About fifteen minutes into the movie, I'd already had enough for a lifetime. At the next bloody scene, I couldn't help it! I jumped practically a mile in the air and…my hand was holding Dylan's for dear life.

I looked up at him, (Yes, UP, I don't think you need to laugh at my height!) and he just squeezed my hand in reassurance, "It's okay, Marco,"

The…sort of deja vu of the situation struck me so oddly that I almost let it continue. I shook my head and pulled my hand away. "No, it's not okay," I whispered.

"Marco, you need to relax," he laughed as he pushed some stray hairs away that had fallen into my eyes.

"You're right, I need some air," I got up slowly, with the knowledge that the older boy was, indeed, following me. I thought maybe we could get away with it; walking out.

"Where are you two going?" Paige asked, smirking.

"Marco needs air," Dylan said shamelessly. After that, he quickly ran to keep up with me.

As we left, I distinctly heard Paige's mutter of, "Can't he find the 'air' himself?"

"So," Dylan let the phrase hang out there due to his obvious awkwardness.

"I've changed, Dylan. I'm not the same shy, naïve, unconfident boy I used to be,"

"I know you have, and I've changed too,"

"But, how can you love me if I've changed?" I asked desperately, needing the answer.

"I love who you are inside, the forgiving and loving heart that will never change, no matter how much you do." He put both of his hands on my heart and I was unable to suppress the automatic sigh that came from my lips. He continued, though.

"I love how you smile brighter than any sunshine I've ever seen," He rubbed his thumb against my cheek, "It completely lights up my world when you show me you're happy. It works the opposite way too because if you're not happy…I lose myself completely" He laughed, "Like right now, for example, I want to drown myself because I know that, not only are you unhappy, but I'm the cause. You're the most important thing in my life. I can't…I won't let you go,"

By the end of this speech, there were tears in my eyes. How could I resist this? How could we have gotten to this point? What with Tim and my confusion…

"Screw confusion," I whispered. He looked up at me with obvious confusion. I didn't explain to him. I just pulled his lips down toward mine and kissed him…hard…and it seemed to go on FOREVER. I wouldn't have minded if it did. I wouldn't have to face reality or problems or anything. It was just Dylan and me. Everything I had worried about for so long had disappeared.

No matter how much I had changed in the past year, I always felt like the same old Marco around him. And I wasn't sure that was a good thing because I WASN'T the same Marco. I had changed, THINGS had changed. Oh god.

I pulled away angrily. I wasn't so upset with him, but with myself. How could I do this to Dylan…giving him all this false hope that he shouldn't be getting. And Tim! He had completely fled my mind when I was kissing Dylan.

"Dylan," I whispered. "I can NOT do this,"

"Yes, you can," he said. He was frustrated that I had taken his little moment of excitement away.

"No, I can't. I don't do this. YOU, of all people, should know I can't do this."

"If it's about your boyfriend, Marco…not to be mean or anything, but follow your own instincts, and dump him. I'm sorry, but you know that I'm right. You're leading him on if you have these feelings for me."

"I can't…oh my god, I can't…I don't know what to do," I pushed him away and ran for it.

"Tell Paige I'm sorry!" I yelled behind me. "And that I'll call her,"

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"Tim,"

"Oh, hey, Marco, I was just going to call you. What's up?"

I sighed, this was NOT going to be easy. I didn't even have a plan. Well, too late now. It probably wouldn't do to say, 'Hey, Tim, I'll call you back later. I'm not sure exactly how to tell you that I cheated on you with my ex, and I'm still in love with him. Oh, and I might have used you. Oh…guess you know now!' No, that would definitely not do at all.

I took a long steadying breath, "Okay," I took another second to prepare myself for…an apology? Was I planning on staying with him, or doing as Dylan said, and going back to him? Well, I suppose, really, if I did want to stay with Tim, it's not really my choice, anyway. It'd be his choice to dump me if he hated me after this.

"Marco, is—is something wrong?" he asked, worried.

"What?" he asked distracted, "Oh! Oh, no, nothing's wrong. Well, yes, but not something serious, I mean, life-death serious, but…okay, Tim, look, something…happened."

"When you say 'happened'…?"

"I kissed Dylan,"