You guys so gonna hate me after this... O.O

Anyhow, FINALLY! CHAPTER THIRTY... late update :'( I hope you forgive me, but it's just that I've been pretty stressed out lately and writing while stressed out it's not good. I mix the words and the ideas don't flow in like they should.

Again, forgive and I'll try to update sooner next time! :D

THIRTY

The week passed quickly, but it was mostly because I was distracted all the time: I began to do the homework which kept me busy, I stayed up late playing PS3 and the soccer practices were doing its effect on me. I felt stronger and more capable, my body was more toned; a girl even asked me if I was single. The girl was hot, I admit, but girls didn't have that same effect on me anymore and it was weird. I ended up lying to her though.

Other than that, mom and I's quarrel was the same, but now she spends all day sleeping. I really can't believe her; she scolds me that I'm too vague and look at her. About Dad… he has me worried. Lately, he's been dull and not himself, he looked sad all the time and very thoughtful. I asked him one day, but he put up a fake smile and said everything was okay, I told him that was bullshit and never asked him anymore.

So now, I was in front of Marco's house, -"Hey, son…,"- Dad called me before I dismounted his car. I looked at his dull face, -"About what you asked me… we need to talk. I'll tell you when you get back."

I just nodded and watched dad leave. Then, I stood staring at Marco's house, did I arrived too early? God, my stomach churned. I was actually nervous, mostly because I couldn't let pass the fact that I had to tell Marco… you know. It was today or never, but first things first: the model. With my hands, I was holding a bag with the wood, UHU, Sharpies, sticks and other stuff. Quickly, I was "greeted" by Marco's huge black and white Siberian Husky dog Sky. He told me he named him Sky because of his sky blue eyes. Apparently, he didn't like me and the feeling was mutual. He kept barking at me, probably telling me to fuck off while with Marco he was a sweet baby.

I tried to slide past the son of a bitch, but he kept dashing forward in an attempt to bite me or kill me and his teeth had me shivering, they were long and sharp like a saber tiger's. I could take on Bulldogs and other creatures, but a huge Siberian Husky? I wasn't sure, besides, it was Marco's dog.

-"Sky!"-That's when my savior arrived. Marco walked and knelt in front of Sky, securing the way into his house. The dog quickly sat and licked him sweetly, his eyes shone at Marco and I realized something, -"What's the matter, big boy? Jean isn't a bad guy, he's a friend."- Marco placed his head into Sky's, nose with nose and caressing it.

Why the hell is he speaking to that asshole? Dogs like that don't listen to anyone… I couldn't believe I was actually jealous. I clicked my tongue and headed inside, not wanting to see Marco cuddle with that…creature.

Inside, Marco's mom quickly greeted me, -"Hello, Jean. It's nice to see you again."- She gave me a small hug and a kiss in my cheek.

At least she said hello to me, unlike someone…, -"Nice to see you too."

She smiled and opened her mouth to say something, but Marco entered and greeted me, -"Hey, Jean,"- He brushed off the dog's hair from his pants, -"Sky really needs a cut."- He chuckled and looked at me. His face fell though… did he actually notice I was a bit mad at him? He didn't say anything.

-"Yeah, I think I'll take him today,"- She walked to the lounge and took her purse, -"Can you two stay and be nice boys?"

I stared at her and Marco nodded cheerily, -"Sure."- My nervousness increased. Marco and I were staying… alone.

-"Okay,"- She walked to the front door and opened it, but not before pointing at the kitchen, -"There's a lot of food, so don't doubt about getting a snack or preparing anything, alright?"- With a wink she left and took Sky with her, mounting him on her car.

She left. I was alone with Marco…

-"So um… how you've been?"- Marco asked me, breaking the silence, but I was staring at the car leaving with the dog. We were so much alike…, -"Oh, I think I haven't introduced you to Sk-"

-"No thanks,"- I quickly said and I parted my eyes from the car that completely disappeared now, -"Uh… I brought the stuff. We should start."

Marco and I again went to his room. We began working on the model. With UHU, I pasted soft black foamy paper around the wood box and blew it so that the hoax hardens. Marco was working on tiny, different shape boxes, painting them. I brought those as the buildings. He had lots of materials on his desk: paints, brushes, pencils, crayons… I wondered where he bought all that stuff; I mean, I knew a professional artistic tool when I see one and Marco's were unique, not an ordinary pencil from Walgreens. He was making every detail on those buildings: the windows with the lights on, others shut off, some even had withered flowers hanging over windows and doors open, closed or broken. Step by step, he was making the building realistic with tiny details and colors, adding here and there. He was working on the third one, almost finishing and I was painting the roads on the wood.

We divided: Marco was doing Gotham's side and I was doing Metropolis'. I already had my buildings done; they were easier because Metropolis was a brighter place than Gotham and needed less concentration. Gotham was a dark city and black was a hard color to deal with, so I let Marco handle that. Other than that, Gotham was a place where bandits and bad guys lured, so they crashed everything and Marco specialized in details like that.

By the time Marco finished his buildings, I finished the road. Two vertical separated roads, one of Gotham and the other of Metropolis; at the end, they crashed together as an intersection… literally. I brought tiny rocks and placed it there like a mountain, the road ending there. I also placed tiny police action figures investigating that. Carefully, we pasted the buildings, Gotham's on the left and Metropolis' on the right. Gotham's road and alleys were darker and Metropolis' were brighter. We added a few more stuff here and there, other small details and at the end, there was only Batman and Superman left.

I threw my body back and lifted my arm, staring at my painted with white and grey hands, -"My hands are pale."- I laughed.

Marco too slumped on the floor and showed me his black hands, -"Mines are black,"- He laughed too and sat up, -"You can watch your hands in the bathroom."- He pointed at it.

I stood up and mindlessly danced a bit at the music. Marco had Pandora on his laptop and right now, I was hearing an Assassin's Creed track, the one it plays when you're in the rooftops chasing guys. Marco laughed at me and I blushed, heading to the bathroom. There, I looked at myself in the mirror; God I looked so pathetic in front of Marco, all goofy and dummy. But who am I to judge? It's not my fault I'm in love with him! Geez… saying I was in love with him felt a bit too much, I mean, we didn't had anything and love was a word with so much meaning to it, meanings which were unknown to me. One thing's for sure: Marco was the guy I liked and was really attracted to, the guy that made me have boners, which says a lot. Apart from that, I cared for him… a lot. He was like the little brother I had to protect.I went into cholera with a guy that didn't even touch his hair for God's sake.

I felt like I had to look good in front of him, I felt like a girl in a bathroom checking my face, nose, ears, eyes and even eyebrows. Today, I had a really attached black T-shirt with Batman's logo. It was really small, but I really wanted to use it and hey, I didn't look bad, I mean, I was showing off my toned arms which Marco had been staring at for some time. My white ripped skinny jeans and black Converse really matched with it. I had no beanie, but I brushed my hair this morning nicely.

After checking I was okay, I began to practice how to tell Marco my feelings for him… with the mirror. Typical thing, but what could I do? Who could I talk to aside from myself? –"So, uh… yeah, Marco, hey, I wanted to tell you that I… um…, shit,"- I cursed over and over again, because I kept spluttering like an idiot or a coward and I wasn't like that, I had to straighten my balls right and tell him for good, -"… that I, um, like you a lot and I want to-"- Suddenly with a pang in the heart, I harshly turned around and peered from the bathroom door. Marco was working on something else, totally distracted. My heart beats went full on gasoline, -"Like I was saying, yeah… I-I like you, really like you and I want you- I want us to be … together."- That sounded horrible and I looked pathetic saying it here. I just had to be myself in front of him and it'll come out sweetly… I hoped.

I swallowed up my nerves and walked to him, -"Hey, Marco, um…"- I stared down on him. He was sleeping… again. I think and I hoped. I figured he was really tired since we've been doing this for hours straight, non-stop. He did complain about having a headache. He took Tylenol, but I guess it didn't do him any good. So much for practicing… I told myself. He looked awesome as always: he had a blue shirt with Superman's logo and a grey over shirt that had buttons, he didn't had it buttoned though and the blue jeans with Superman's Converse looked neat. Like me, he didn't had a beanie and his hair was quite messy, but nonetheless cool. I really tried not to look at him, because he was really defenseless and vulnerable right now. The thought of stealing the kiss from him crossed me, but…

He moaned and shifted into a cute position which I kept staring at. One of his hands was covering half his face while the other rested beside his head. His head was tilted swiftly to the side, breathing peacefully, his chest going up and down. His freckled cheeks flushed lightly and both legs were straight and…

I looked away, not giving into temptation but then, in the corner of my eyes… I saw something. I began to walk closer to him and knelt a bit. Were those… were those abs under his shirt? My finger slightly slid his shirt up until touching a hard surface. Oh my God. I harshly slid it up completely and stared at his naked chest. He had abs and the good ones because they weren't so toned, like those that looked faked, instead, they looked natural, abs he worked for. Of course, they weren't like mines, I had more, but damn… I didn't expect Marco with abs and holy crap… they were perfect. I almost gasped when I noticed small dots on his chest, he had freckles there too! Little cute ones!

I began to wonder what the hell Marco did to acquire them because he isn't the type of guy that spends all day in the gym. Then I realized that I was actually drooling and… it went up again. All other thoughts were eradicated from my mind as I had a mental fight of this… this dilemma. I couldn't evoke this boner, not this one. I bit my lip and held my quivering arms on my knees, looking down, I was even sweating, ignoring the fact that the air conditioner was on. How have I gotten into this particular situation? I mean, Marco was just in front of me, exposed and vulnerable while I had a boner and trying to contain myself. This… was too much…

Marco moaned and fluttered his eyelids open, sitting up, -"Uh… Jean…?"- He mumbled sleepily, brushing his eyes awake with his arm. He looked so fucking cute…!

Nope. That was it.

I clicked my tongue and stomped toward him. Kneeling over him, I pushed him back down, gripping his wrist with my hands and pinning them down hard above his head. He winced, closing one eye, fully awake now. His eyes widen at me and I looked down first, avoiding his eyes, but then I looked straight at them, -"Marco… I wanted to tell you something,"- I bit my lip and allowed my heart to speak, -"At first, when everything started, I had the perfect life… or that's what I thought,"- I made a face, -"And that's when you came in and screwed everything up,"- I couldn't help but smile at his devastated face. He tried to wiggle off, but I squeezed harder, -"And yet, you made me realized just how much of a jerk I was and you changed it, you changed me, you changed… everything around me."

I had to stop for a second and look down on him to study his expression: he was calmed but desperate for me to continue, not knowing if what I just said was a compliment. Did he actually knew what I was going to say?

I went for it because I naturally had to say it, I couldn't hold it any longer. My heart beats increased as the moment of truth was getting closer, -"Marco… there's something- well, many things that I have to say so just listen,"- I took a deep breath, -"I haven't really been honest to you- shit, I've never been honest to you,"- I corrected myself and almost laughed, -"But everything Marco, I… back in the supermarket, I was fucking jealous, alright? Yeah, I was spying on you because I was fucking jealous and I'm not sorry,"- I spoke fast, not sure how I actually sounded; I must look like an idiot or a derp, -"I really wanted to strangle your cousin back there; er, no offense,"- He looked at me slightly surprised and gaped his mouth to speak, but I didn't let him, -"There are a lot of things in which I wasn't honest with you and I'm sorry… for everything; it's been really hard dealing with a pigheaded guy like me but you still did and that's how a friend is, a best friend is…,"- Just go to the fucking point, Kirshtein, -"But… things change again I guess and now it turns up you had a crush on me since… well, you know and that you've been looking for me since I abandoned you which I would have send me to hell if I was you. Like always, you do the right thing and kept looking for me and wow… I just can't believe it no matter how many times I think about it. Tell me Marco… are you still looking?"

His eyed widen and he glanced back at the poem he wrote about me in the wall. I smiled and nodded. His face reddened, -"Y-you shouldn't have, it's just…,"- He looked away, embarrassed, -"I never let anyone read my poems, much less… you."

-"It's okay Marco…,"- My face heated up too, -"You haven't answered my question."

He looked up again, meeting my eyes. With a slight nod, he bit his lips and held tears back. His hopes were bursting out of him, but he didn't wanted them to… not yet.

My chest tightened and I too bit my lips as the words just slipped out from me; it was time, -"I can't deny it anymore, Marco… you're a part of me now,"- His eyes glittered at me and I nodded, -"I fucking accept it; I… I like you. I feel the same way towards you… since the fucking begging, you freckled idiot."

Marco's eyes watered and he smiled widely, but it shrank back when I brought my face close to his, lips slightly touching, -"C-can I?"- I asked through deep breaths.

He slowly nodded and I could hear his heartbeats in my ear, pounding loudly and lively, his hot breaths reaching me. He had been waiting for this. I gulped and kept bringing my head lower and lower, each movement making me quiver… until our lips finally met.

God, his lips were so warm and stuffed. My heart wanted to burst out from my chest and when he answered back… shit. I thought I was going to faint as that electricity shook ran through me along with all the warmness. It was all overpowering me. It meant… I really loved him and wanted him.

The kiss went in a slow paced move, but we escalated and it got more intimate. Fuck… he definitely knew how to kiss, which bothered me a little. It was hard to keep up with him, but I never backed down. Nonetheless, it was one hell of a kiss, one Trisha could never give me. Fuck, fuck, fuck… I wanted so much more. I pushed in deeper until I was touching his tongue with mines. They danced and Marco stopped to take a deep breath, but I didn't stop; traveling down to his neck, I sucked hard which made him moan, -"I'm sorry, Marco… I won't hold back."- I didn't know just how far I'll get… I wanted to do this for so long.

I raised my head and met his eyes. He was breathing heavily, his face reddened and sweating; he looked like me, about to explode, but he never told me to stop so I continued kissing his neck until reaching his ears and lips again, tasting his skin. It was so smooth and delicious, -"Jean…"- He moaned out my name.

That send thrills through me as I slid down my tongue to his chest, biting here and there wherever I could find freckles. I even bit his abs, -"You gotta tell me how you got these."- I said as my hand ran through his abs.

He was too numbed by my touch to answer.

After that I kept kissing him while still pinning him down and he didn't complained, until my hand moved on its own to his lower part where he flinched. The more I touched him, the hotter I felt and I wanted to feel more than that, but not if he didn't want to. I figured it was too soon… maybe? I look at him wistfully but when he didn't say anything, I figured that was a yes…

Until we heard car sounds and a barking dog.

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