A/N: Hopefully, I'll finish this today (Sunday). Anyways, I hope you enjoy it.

There are always those moments in movies where something so shocking and absurd, yet at the same time, amazing, is shouted out and time freezes. This is something that happens in movies and books all the time, but Marco had never known it to happen in real life, at least, not in his life. Sure enough, it happened.

When there was a moment of anger or nervousness he couldn't help but speak before he thought. He wondered why he had done something so stupid when he could have simply waited for a better time. Surely, if he and Dylan were to remain friends, he would have had another time to explain to him that he had no idea what Dylan had been talking about because he was interested in him, and not Ellie. But, no…his shocked side took over, causing him to make a fool of himself.

No one was longing to get to class on time after his proclamation. Every boy and girl stood still, waiting for Marco's next words, though with the way his throat was closing up, he wasn't sure there were going to be any more. For the moment, Marco didn't care what everyone else was thinking, (he would definitely later on) but only about whether or not Dylan had heard him. If he didn't, he would have heard it from someone else in the school, considering almost everyone at Degrassi would soon know.

Dylan was nearing the end of the hallway when he heard the words, about to turn and walk to Media Immersions, (a class he was definitely close to getting serious trouble in) but found his feet had stopped working. Was he imagining things? Would he turn around and find that, not only had he heard wrong, but Marco wasn't even there? He sighed. It was a chance he'd have to take.

Dylan's legs apparently started working again once they figured out he was going in the direction of Marco. Good sign. He felt like he was on display as all eyes stared at him. It wasn't everyday that there was any action such as this with two boys…at least, none they had ever seen. Some people looked disgusted; some looked mildly impressed, but no matter how they felt about it, no one looked away.

Dylan sort of felt like he was just walking through hell. It wasn't that he cared. No, of course he didn't care what anyone thought about him if he was about to get near the cute new Italian boy, but what bothered him was it was taking so long to get there!

Marco looked down at his feet, giving up on prospect of Dylan's hearing him. Little did he know that everyone else in the hallway saw it in quite a different way. As soon as he decided, Dylan didn't hear him or didn't care, he went to turn around, but he felt Dylan take his arm.

"Oh, no," said Dylan. "No way. You made me walk down the hallway of doom, now you're walking away?"

Marco smiled. "Well, Dylan, it's not like I could tell who was walking up to me. It could have been Mr. Raditch, for all I know."

"Sooo…" said Dylan, fully aware that everyone was watching them, "you want to go out with me, do you?" he raised an eyebrow.

Marco smiled, biting his lip gently, cursing at the fact that after everything that happened in the few moments before, he felt nervous. He found he was unable to say yes, so he simply nodded.

Dylan took his favorite position of all, leaning against Marco's locker, he spoke gently, "Well, this is tough…I might have to think about it for a few days…" he said, pretending to be thinking it over.

Marco shook his head, and rolled his eyes skyward. "That's nice. Embarrass me more, please?"

"I'm kidding. I'm sorry," he laughed. "I had to do it."

"Had to, of course," Marco grudgingly agreed. "So, what do you say?" he asked, going back to the important conversation.

"Definitely. Who's to say who actually asked whom out?"

"That was really confusing," said Marco. "Who cares who asked whom? We're going to do it, aren't we?"

"Yes!" said Dylan, smiling brightly, pulling himself off the locker, and looking down at his watch. "Uh…Marco, I really---"

"You've gotta go," he interrupted. "I'll talk to you later. So…Friday? We'll talk about it?"

Marco nodded. "Definitely. Friday sounds good."

Dylan nodded, walking back down the hallway. Marco sighed happily, falling back against the locker, he slid down to the ground, as he rested his head against the wall behind him.

He could still hear the breathing and feel the eyes of the many students still standing by. He rolled his eyes.

"Am I that interesting?" he asked, giving them a hint to stop staring. "You saw the show, now GO."

They all scurried away, seeing that Marco meant business, and hurrying to maybe make it ten minutes less than ten minutes late to their seventh period classes. Marco laughed slightly, too happy to care about any of the worries he knew should have been on his mind. Everything just seemed so…good. He didn't know the details yet, but he had something that was going to happen with Dylan, and that thought settled everything.

"Hey, you," said Ellie, her voice almost scaring him to death. "That was quite the performance."

"He thought we were going out!" Marco yelled, trying to make her see how strange it sounded. She took his hand, ready to lead him to the cafeteria again.

"Imagine that," she rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I wonder what idiot told him."

"You told Dylan I was going out with Ellie?" Marco asked, shocked that Spinner would do such a thing.

"Well," said Spinner, trying to defend himself, "it wasn't all my fault. I was just the first one to talk about it," he shrugged, as though there was nothing wrong with it.

"Spinner," said Ellie, trying to calm herself before she said something she'd regret, "you can't just say things like that to people! You know Marco and I aren't like that."

"It kinda looks like you are," said Jimmy innocently.

"Well, we're not and, if we were, we'd tell you. Were you trying to ruin Ma—I mean…" she caught herself, receiving a look from Marco, "it was just a dumb thing to say," she finished lamely.

Spinner shrugged again, more interested in his food than anything else. Apparently, no one at the table (to Marco's delight) had heard yet about the hallway scene. They must have gotten to lunch early. Though Marco knew he'd find out eventually, he wanted him to find out in a much better way.

"Hey, guys," said Paige, taking her normal seat beside Spinner.

"Hey, Paige," they all chorused.

"I heard there was some big scene in the hallway pretty close to the cafeteria…does anyone know anything about this?" she asked, curious.

"No," said Marco quickly, "we don't. Do you?" he asked, praying she had no idea what had happened.

She shrugged. "Not really. Manny wants to tell me all about," she rolled her eyes. "I'll find out more later."

Marco wished so badly that he could communicate with Paige telepathically to tell her that she didn't need to find out because he'd tell her, and that the rest of the table didn't need to hear about it. He knew Paige wouldn't mean any harm by it if she told Spinner, and that she knew about his slight homophobia, but she didn't exactly care what he thought, and probably assumed Marco didn't care either. However, Paige didn't even know yet that he was gay, so…that might pose a problem.

"I'm sure that the scene was something incredibly stupid," said Marco, waiting desperately for the day to be over.

Marco found himself, as he always did at the end of the day, struggling to get his books inside the locker, wondering which he had to take home. He felt around for the thickest textbook, knowing that it was his math textbook. He sighed, and threw it in his bag, waiting for Ellie to come get him.

"You ready?" she asked, showing up right on time. Despite the new school, (not so new anymore) friends, and…hopefully, soon to be, (boyfriend?) or at least, Dylan, things were slowly falling back into routine. That was just the way he liked it.

"Yeah, sure," he threw his bag over his shoulder, hoping to catch a conversation with Dylan, though he was probably busy.

"So, list of things I have to do: Call Paige and make sure she's not so stupid to tell Spinner, hope to God that…he doesn't find out on his own…"

"Even though he probably will," said Ellie, pulling him away from a crack in the sidewalk.

"Then," he went on, "Talk to Dylan…about this date."

"So happy for you," said Ellie, smiling.

"And…yeah, that should be it," he laughed. "Oh…I also might have to do my homework at some point."

"That sounds fun. Want help?" she asked.

"Please," he begged. "We can do it together…it's easier to do it with you than Cathy. She gets so frustrated when reading the math problems."

They walked through the front door of his house, surprised to find his mother home, sitting at the table. She smiled up at both of them.

"Ma, we're just going to go to my room," he said, walking past her.

"As always," she laughed.

Marco sat down comfortably on the bed, smiling. "Aww, how cute," said Ellie. "You're in love!"

"I'm not in love," he argued. "I like him, but I'm not in love, El."

She nodded. "Sure."

Marco put his arm around her, happy that life hadn't completely turned to crap the way he feared it would.

"My phone," he said, getting up to grab it from its place on his desk. Ellie looked at him in awe.

"What?" he asked, grabbing his cell.

"It was vibrating under, like, ten pairs of pants on the other side of the room. I don't understand how you hear these things," she muttered, as she realized he was no longer listening, but deep in a conversation held in Italian.

He was pacing the floor, bumping into things every once in a while, as he had to concentrate deeply when he walked, and he wasn't really doing that. He looked extremely concerned.

"Non posso fare appena quello; ho scuola!" he said, sounding quite troubled. Ellie wondered what was going on.

Marco sighed. "Sono…" Ellie watched his face grow even more upset. "Ciao." He ended the call.

"What's wrong?" asked Ellie, watching him as he threw the phone at the wall angrily.

"Nothing," he put his head in his hands. "I have to go to Italy, okay?" he said. "For the week…apparently, my mother didn't tell me of this. Look, I'm not sure what day, exactly, I'll be back, but…definitely by next Monday."

"Um…alright," said Ellie, confused. "I assume this means you'll have to reschedule whatever it was you were planning on doing with loverboy."

"Don't remind me of that right now, please," he sighed. "Let me just call my dad…"

"That wasn't your dad?" she asked, more confused than ever.

"No, that was my aunt," he picked up the phone again, putting the back on again, considering it had broken off when it was thrown at the wall.

A/N: There we go…chapter. Please review!