Author's Note: Chapter two. Okay, first of all, you have to know, I am well-aware that this chapter is not the most interesting of them all. However, it needs to be there, and the rest of the chapters will be muuuuch better. Stay with me :)

"What?" Dylan laughed a little, waiting for Marco to shout that he was just kidding.

"I think you heard me," said Marco.

"You can't be," said Dylan nervously, realizing that Marco was being completely serious.

Marco sighed, not in the mood to beat around the bush. "Well, I am."

Dylan's breathing became heavy. "But I…you…Marco!"

"I don't know," said Marco, getting upset with the way Dylan was reacting. He wasn't expecting pure bliss, but he'd hoped they'd find a little excitement together in the situation. "It isn't my fault!" he exclaimed suddenly.

"Marco, I wasn't blaming you," said Dylan, finding his calm voice again. He was trying to understand just how much pain Marco must have been in; he wasn't making it better.

"Tell me it'll be okay, please," Marco suggested.

Dylan smiled. "It'll be okay, honey," he said, though Marco knew he had no idea if it would be. "So, what are you going to tell your parents?" he asked.

Marco froze, almost letting the phone fall out of his hand. "You completely forgot about that part, didn't you?"

"Dyl, I need you," Marco replied, getting up from his position leaning on the toilet. "I'm sick and moody all the time. I just want everyone to get out of my face, and it's hard to deal with it without you here with me."

Dylan didn't know what to say he. He couldn't just give up everything he'd worked so hard for. Then again, he's always dreamed of being a father, but didn't really think it would ever happen. On the other hand….there was a chance he'd be home before the baby was born. Then again, his boyfriend needed him. How could he deny that?

"Marco," he said slowly, drawing out both syllables.

"I know. I know," said Marco. Everything had become so much more complicated than they were meant to. He never imagined when he was in grade ten that the boy he was dating would eventually impregnate him. Oooh, boy. "I don't expect you to change your plans for me," he said honestly. "Can you do your pathetic pregnant lover a favor, though?"

"Sure," said Dylan, willing to do anything he could at that point.

"Call me more!" he demanded. "Call me when you say you will."

"I will, I promise. And you have to call me if anything goes wrong. Oh," he paused. Marco could hear another voice in the distance. "Marco, I have to go. I love you."

"Love you too," said Marco. "Dyl, I…"

"Hmm?"

Marco shrugged. "Never mind. Bye."

"Bye," said Dylan uneasily.

Marco hung up the phone, deciding it would be a good idea to emerge from the bathroom. He got rid of the evidence that he'd taken any sort of test, and walked out into the living room, throwing himself unceremoniously onto his couch. "Oh, hey, Jimmy, Spinner," he said, sitting up when he noticed he had guests. "When did you get here?"

"We were having a party," said Ellie, "while you were hiding in the bathroom."

"What were you doing…in the bathroom?" asked Spinner, smirking.

"He was on the phone. Leave him alone," said Paige, smacking his arm.

Marco had been debating whether or not to tell Ellie and Paige that night or not, but it got even harder when he saw how many people were joining them. He and his boyfriend got a place together, and suddenly everyone in the world but his boyfriend lived there as well.

Marco tried to block out the conversations around him while he thought it out. How was he supposed to tell them that he was pregnant?

"Marco," said Paige, bringing him back to the real world.

"Yeah?" he asked, turning to her.

"You talked to Dylan, right?" she asked. Oh, no, what if Paige spoke to Dylan! He'd have to tell her before that happened.

"Mhmm," he said. "Why?"

She shrugged. "I was just curious. Oh, and I wanted to get you involved in our discussion," she admitted.

Another discussion or argument started, but Marco couldn't really be sure what was said. He felt a sudden urge to throw himself out a window. He played with the cross around his neck, wondering why such an interesting life had been given to him.

"I'm going to bed," said Marco, saying good-night to them all.

"It's only seven!" Paige said in disbelief.

Marco ignored her, locking his bedroom door, and walking over to his laptop. If he was going to have a baby, he was going to need to get more information about what, exactly, was going to happen to him. He'd also probably need to see a doctor, but that could wait, couldn't it?

He typed in 'pregnancy' on conveniently leaving out the word 'male', which gave him plenty of good-looking websites. He clicked the first one on the long list. An image of a pregnant woman appeared on the screen, her large stomach showing.

Marco's eyes widened. "I can't do this," he said to himself. He took a deep breath, and scrolled down to another picture, showing a picture of a baby.

Marco smiled at the beautiful infant. "Maybe I can."

Marco was often amazed that his parents were still alive after going through so much shock in only a few years. He was always sure that his father was one step away from a fatal heart attack. The pregnancy would surely push him over the edge.

"Thank you for this miracle," said Marco, looking from the baby on the screen to God above, feeling himself shake. "Thank you for making this possible, but…now? Did you have to perform this absolute blessing at such an inopportune moment? Could it have waited, if not until after marriage, at least, until Dylan came home?" Marco decided to stop. What was done was done, and technically, it was his and Dylan's fault anyway.

"Common Symptoms: Fatigue, backaches, headaches, frequent urination…" Marco read aloud, skipping over a few that didn't pertain to him, considering he was a male." He reconsidered again whether or not he could do it, seeing a woman in labor. "Dyyyylann!" he cried uselessly.

"Marco," said Ellie, knocking gently on his door.

It was just one thing after another. "What do you want?" he asked, annoyed.

"Open," she commanded.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" he murmured. However, he opened the door for his concerned friend.

"I don't like when you're weird," she said bluntly.

"I'm not," he replied.

Ellie rolled her eyes, looking away from her stubborn friend, her eyes suddenly catching onto an interesting sight.

She raised her eyebrow. "Uh, Marco," she started, walking over to the computer. Marco shook his head, knowing what she saw. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. "Marco, something you want to tell me?" she joked.

"Actually, El," he said, cautiously.

She looked at him expectantly. "Yes?"

"I'm pregnant," he said seriously.

Ellie burst out laughing, having to grab hold of Marco's arm for support. He didn't find the situation quite as funny.

"That's good," she said, "because you have sort of been acting like a pregnant woman." She calmed down. "Seriously, who is?"

Ellie didn't believe him. She thought he was kidding around. He should have expected as much.

"Ellie, I am not joking."

Ellie's smile faded slightly, but she still looked slightly hopeful. "Marco, tell me you're kidding," she pleaded.

Marco shook his head, taking a seat on his bed. His head was pounding, and he just wanted to sleep. "I would have given it up by now. I suck at jokes."

"So, what you're telling me is you have a—a baby in you," said Ellie.

Marco nodded. "I don't believe it either. Is everyone still here?" he asked.

"Yeah, they're all worried," said Ellie, kneeling down in front of him, for he'd finally taken up his own offer. Lying down.

"I have a headache," he managed to groan out. Ellie sympathized with him, but she knew that if she stayed in there with him for too long, her friends would become curious.

"Does Dylan know?" she asked.

"Yeah," said Marco. "Just him. El, this is the one thing I thought I'd never have to worry about, being gay and all. Now, I'm not so prepared for this."

"We'll get through it," she said comfortingly, kissing his forehead as he struggled to keep his eyes open. "Good-night, Marco. We'll talk more in the morning."

"Night," he said softly, cuddling into his pillows. Marco drew small circles with his index finger around his stomach, praying for some clue as to what to do.

Ellie closed his door, walking back into the living room. She saw that Jimmy and Spinner were getting ready to leave. Spinner, in fact, was already half way out the door, having expected Ellie wasn't going to come back out to say good-bye.

"Marco okay?" he asked.

"You're worried?" she said impressed. "Yeah, he'll be all right."

Jimmy gave Ellie a friendly hug before heading out with Spinner. "Oh, and tell Marco I said to feel better."

"I will," she said, smiling.

After Spinner and Jimmy had left, Alex, Paige, and Ellie were left standing in a quiet, awkward, room.

"Why were you in there for so long?" asked Alex. "Getting it on?"

Ellie rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Oh, yeah, me and Marco are doing it all the time."

"Well," Paige began.

"Don't even go there, Paige," said Ellie. "I'm so not in the mood."

"Seriously, what's up?" she asked, patting the spots on both sides of her for the two girls to sit on the couch. Alex wrapped her arm around Paige's shoulder. "El?"

"Right," said Ellie. "He—okay, he…" she leaned in closer, "I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you this or not, but I figure it's better you find out from me than Dylan."

"Oh my gosh!" said Paige, covering her mouth. "They didn't break up!"

"Oh, no," said Ellie. "No, no no," she assured her. "Marco is, well, you're not going to believe this, pregnant."

Paige's eyes widened, while Alex had a reaction similar to Ellie's. "Don't laugh," said Paige, nudging her painfully. "Is he okay?"

Ellie threw her hands in the air. "I can't believe you just accept this without thinking it's a joke."

"I've heard some strange things in my lifetime," said Paige, brushing it off. "Now, is he okay?" she asked again.

Ellie nodded. "He's just got a headache. He wants to be left alone for a while because he's feeling quite emotional. In the morning, I'll let him know you two know."

"Poor Marco," said Alex, surprising both girls. "I can be sensitive on occasion."

Paige giggled. "I know, hon."

"Now, like I said, he's okay, but he's still very emotional, and the fact that Dylan's gone is even harder for him now," said Ellie somberly. "We have to be very supportive, very helpful."

"Of course," said Paige.

Author's Note: I hope you liked it. Like I said, this chapter had to be here, but the coming chapters will have much more excitement. I really wanted to wait a bit before I started the sequel of Get Out because I start final exams and regents' next week, (ah!) but I might end up starting it early lol. You know me; I can't stop. Review please!