A/N: New Chapter. I'll try to get one or two more up this weekend, but I can't promise there will be a lot during the upcoming week. I go back to school with the promise of…lots and lots of work! Yay:( The weird thing is, (totally random, I know) I kind of liked RENT the first time I saw it, but it wasn't that amazing, but then I watched it again the other day, and I loved it so much. I'm weird like that, I guess. Anyway, on with the chapter.

"Ellie, I'm gay."

They were pretty strong words that Marco had let out of his mouth, and the girl on the phone merely laughed. Here he was, thinking Ellie would completely understand, at least, the best she could. She was laughing!

"Why is this funny to you?" he asked. Though he had expected her understanding, if she was angry with him, laughing wasn't the best way to show it. Did she not believe it?

"It's kind of obvious, Marco," she said bluntly.

"Oh," he breathed out, "am I obvious?" he asked.

"Well, I'm not one to judge just based on stereotypes, so I let my suspicions go until I noticed your obsession with Paige's older brother. I've only known you a few weeks, Marco, but I'm not that oblivious," said Ellie, calming down from her surprising laughter.

"I see," said Marco. "Well, is it obvious to him?" he asked.

Ellie laughed again. "Marco, that boy is blind…oops, sorry," she frowned, realizing what she had said. "What I meant to say, though, is that if you told him you liked him, he'd still probably be lost."

"He's not stupid," Marco defended Dylan's case.

"Sure," Ellie replied. "So, am I still invited over today? You know, my invitation hasn't been, like, revoked because I offended the your love, has it?"

"No," Marco laughed. "Alright, just come over now. My mom's just on her way home."

After the trouble of Marco's first week of school, things had died down, and he was treated mostly like any other student. He actually quite enjoyed things with his new friends (though he didn't forget to call his ones from back home every chance he could).

He had to see Cathy less frequently (he liked her all the same, but it was nice to be as independent as he could). She had even kept her word, finding him a teacher who would help him learn to read Braille. He'd had two lessons already. It was the most frustrating subject he'd ever had to learn, but there was no way he could quit, so he dealt with it.

Marco and Ellie had become closer than ever, spending almost everyday together, along with, every once in a while, the other 'friends from the table' as Marco called them. Marco had grown so close with Ellie that he insisted she tell him anything she ever needed to, so he figured he should do just the same, which is why he'd told her what he swore he wasn't going to.

"Hey," said Marco, opening the door for his friend after the doorbell sounded.

Ellie smiled at him, walking in. "Am I the first person you told?" she asked, not wasting a second.

"In Canada, yes," he answered. "Let's go to my room, okay?" Marco confidently walked to his room, without tripping or even having to slow down once. Ellie was definitely impressed.

Ellie chose to sit on the floor by his window, as always, leaning against the wall. "So, Dylan and I have never actually held a conversation. Is he like Paige?" she asked, unpleasant at the thought of Marco possibly dating a boy with similarities to Paige.

Marco shrugged, as he lay on his bed, facing Ellie. "I guess a little bit, but he's so great, El. The other day, he and I were…"

Ellie smiled at the way Marco's eyes shone brightly as he told his story. She listened carefully to all that he had to say, and decided that even if Dylan were exactly like Paige (in her eyes), she would deal with it if he could make Marco so happy.

"He does seem great," Ellie commented.

"Yeah," Marco sighed happily, "but the question is, does he feel the same way?" he asked.

Ellie rolled her eyes. "I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual, Marco."

She'd known him for about a month, really, if her calculations were correct. (She had been counting since day one of the school year, ready for it to end). Though he'd accepted his new home after a while, she had truly never seen him smile this much, which made her think all the old smiles had been fake.

Truthfully, if one was going only by physical attraction, Dylan wasn't Ellie's type. However, she'd known a lot of girls who had fallen for his good looks. She just wasn't one of them, so she didn't really understand why he was so amazing. He was definitely attractive, she had to admit, but there were some people who fell for certain people, and that's just how it was. Ellie had to assume that he had to have a good personality to blow a blind boy off his feet. Dylan did like Marco, right? After all, that's what everyone was saying. They would be good together if they could just get a move on it.

"Ellie," said Marco, breaking her out of her reverie.

"Yeah?" she asked, confused at his sudden look of concern.

"If I went out with Dylan, I'd have to tell everyone. He's…out there, and I'm not. Don't you think some people…mainly Spinner, would have a problem with that?"

Ellie let out the breath she'd been holding once she saw how his face had fallen. "Marco," she walked over to the bed, taking his hand in hers, "it'll be hard."

That was all she could think of to say. She had actually thought of the same thing once or twice, knowing how Spinner felt about homosexuals, and being around him longer than Marco. If Marco had a problem coming out at all, it wouldn't be easy for him to handle Spinner; he was right to be nervous, but she didn't want him to have to give up what he wanted. Damn complications.

"I know, Ellie, but…I really like Dylan," he said softly.

"Well, how about we worry about Spinner when we have to? You and Dylan aren't even together yet," she laughed, "but you will be, so relax."

Marco smiled again, pushing away the fear for the moment. "Can I hear from you what Dylan looks like?" he asked.

"He's your typical jock, Marco. What do you want me to say?"

"That he's gorgeous," he replied, pulling her onto the bed next to him, "because I need to hear that."

Ellie allowed herself to be pulled up onto the comfortable bed. "He's cute, I guess, but you're better looking, hon," she said sweetly.

"Hon?" Marco asked, alarmed.

Ellie put her hands over her eyes in horror. "You've got me spending too much time with Paige!" she screamed, grabbing his pillow and hitting him with it. "What has she done to me?"

Marco laughed. "Back to the conversation, so you think I'm cute?" he asked, smirking.

Ellie rolled her eyes. "Don't let it go to your head."

The end of week four in Degrassi. Day: Twenty-nine in Degrassi. Date: October third. Day: Tuesday. Event: (Hopefully) Marco tells Dylan how he feels. So, events can change, but this one shouldn't have to. After all, Marco wasn't really nervous at all. In fact, he'd convinced himself that he was excited.

He hadn't slept at all the night before, but he wasn't nervous. He got up four times during the night just to go over what he wanted to say, but he wasn't nervous. He passed up the opportunity for a good breakfast because of the fear of throwing it all up, but he wasn't at all nervous. He got to school at normal time, thanks to Cathy, and even though Ellie said he looked scared as hell, he was not afraid.

Ellie and Marco walked together to their first class, as always, with Marco's promise that he would do it. He was going to talk to Dylan, just not that early in the morning because nobody likes to be bothered at seven in the morning, even for a date. Anyway, that was his excuse at seven. Ellie accepted it.

However, Marco's excuse became a little fishy when it was lunchtime, Marco had seen Dylan a total of four times, and he had still not said anything. Not nervous at all, hmm?

Ellie took Marco's hand again, leading him to his locker right before they went to lunch. She told him she'd come get him after she was done with her locker. It was their daily routine. She'd drop him off, come to get him, and find he and Dylan were having a conversation. That boy must have been late to Media Immersion everyday if he continuously came to see him before that period.

Ellie saw Dylan approaching, as always. She gave him a stern look (forgetting that he couldn't see it, anyway) and walked away. If he didn't tell Dylan, she would have to, and she didn't want it to get to that point.

"Hey, Dylan," Marco said, smiling, and…dropping his book.

"Oh, let me help you--"

"No, I got it," Marco groaned, realizing he'd already screwed up in the first second of their conversation. If his sweating hands were any sign, maybe he was just a tiny bit nervous.

Being nervous upset him, which caused him to do embarrassing things, which then caused him to feel frustrated, losing his temper at those around him. He prayed with all his might to keep his temper down. Dylan was only trying to help.

"Okay, if you're sure," Dylan replied, pulling his hand away from the book. "So, how are things?" he asked, trying to ignore how put down Marco looked.

"Things are good," said Marco, closing his locker. "With you?"

"I'm great. Everything is just great," said Dylan. "So, I was thinking…" started Dylan, unsure of what, exactly, he had been thinking.

"Yes?" Marco looked up, surprised.

Dylan sighed. "I was just…well, I can't really be late to Media Immersions anymore, so…" Marco rolled his eyes.

"Are you serious?" he asked, remembering to keep his temper at a low. "Dylan…what…" but it was so hard when he had so much to say that wasn't coming out. The fact that he really felt that Dylan liked him and wouldn't say it was making it so much worse.

Dylan laughed. "No, I just don't know that you're…I don't…"

"What?" Marco asked, confused.

"Look, I understand that people have told you that I liked you," said Dylan, slowly, trying to let Marco take in his words. Was he saying it wasn't true? Had Ellie been wrong?

"Dylan--" Marco started, but was quite rudely interrupted.

"It's fine. I understand, Marco," said Dylan.

Marco looked confused. "Understand what? Dylan, I don't--"

"It's okay. I've been told by practically the entire student body about your relationship with Ellie, and I can't believe I didn't see it," he laughed, trying to hide just how disappointed he was.

"Ellie? Dylan, I don't…" Marco was too shocked to say anything. He and Ellie? Who had told Dylan he was going out with Ellie?

"Marco, it's fine," he said firmly. "I just don't want things to be weird and I still want to be friends, okay?"

"Dylan…" the bell rang, and Dylan turned around, ready to go to his next class,(late, as usual) ignoring Marco's attempt to get his attention.

"Dylan, please!" he wanted to chase after him, but there were so many people coming out of their classrooms and Marco, being in a state where he could see nothing, decided it'd be best to stay back.

Praying Dylan could hear him, but knowing that whether or not he could, everyone else in the hallway would, he yelled out, "Dylan, I want to go out with you!"

A/N: Hehe, there you go! Please review.