Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi, but I do own the rights to –pulls out customized action figures- Molestable Marco and Seductive Spinner! I not really sure what I want them to do, but I do know I should start writing this fanfic.
Title: The boy is mine
Summary: After Marco came out of the closet, he thought He'd lost Spinner as a Friend forever, but when his relationship with Dylan starts to go down the Tubes, Will Spinner's true feeling start to show through?
Pairings: Marco/Dylan, Marco/Spinner. (Basically a Spinner/Marco/Dylan love triangle)
Warnings: This fic resides in the wonderful Suburb of Slash fanfiction, at the corner of Love triangle St. and Degrassi Blvd. Read at your own risk.
Also, it may be a little AU, because I haven't seen any episodes since Last Year's Winter Holiday Special.
I've decided that since I'm not really sure where to go with the CCS fanfic, I can write this and pick up Ideas from this Fanfic. I dunno, it's just that that particular coupling is hard to right, plus I always feel guilty about going into slash there because of the series' innocence, but I'm getting off topic.
After finding the wonderful pairing that is Sparko, I wanted to write my own Interpretation on the possibility of a Marco love triangle. Both Dylan and Spinner will compete for Marco's affections. Not to mention that…..
Spinner: Blah, Blah, Blah. Ok, they get it. It's a contest for Marco's Heart, that I win.
Dylan: Oh really, what makes you say that? He's still my Boyfriend.
Spinner: Yeah, for now. Besides he's writing this fic while being inspired by my pairing with Marco. Who else do you think would win?
Dylan: Whatever. Turns to me I don't intend on giving him up without a fight, a fair fight.
CosmicPudding: No one ever said it wouldn't be fair. That would be a shallow victory for whoever won. It has to be fair.
Spinner: Ok, ok. Bring it on; I can take anything pretty boy throws at me.
Dylan: oh, really –Jumps on top of Spinner, starting a moving fight cloud-
CP: ;;;
Marco:………… . ; y'know. Right now, I can't see myself dating either one.
-Both stop mid-fight, each sporting an anime sweatdrop-
Dylan: Erm, sorry? -big grin-
Spinner: Yeah, what he said. –same big grin-
Marco: -rolls eyes, sighs softly- Boys…..
CP: Right, now on to the story!
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Prologue
(Sunrise)
(Marco's POV)
Sunrise, sunrise
Looks like mornin' in your eyes
But the clocks held 9:15 for hours
Sunrise, sunrise
couldn't tempt us if it tried
'Cause the afternoon's already come and gone
"Bye Marco. Great Party! See you at school Tommorow!"
I looked out the window as I waved goodbye to Ashley, noticing that we were both tired and unprepared for the day ahead. It was 10:00 at night and, unfortunately, school started the next day. 'God' I thought as, while taking out a massive trash bag, dropping it in the plastic trash can in my backyard, 'Where did all the time go?' Just then I felt myself being picked up by my boyfriend Dylan, who then gave me a long, passionate kiss . 'Oh, that's where.' Gasping for breath, I giggled softly, smiled fondly as I remembered the various activities we had done together the past few months.
It had been our first summer together as a couple, and our one-year anniversary was fast approaching. Most summer days were spent pretty much the same way, with me waking up at 10 and receiving a good morning call from Dylan, who then asked if I could 'come out and play'. After that, We'd meet up with everyone else at the Dot and go from there. Some days, We would all go to the beach, other times venturing on the boardwalk, or just walking lazily around the mall. This would last till about 6 or 7 everyday where all of the different couples would split up, Jimmy with Hazel, Ashley with Craig, Dylan and I, and Spinner with Paige. Dylan would then drive around town with me as I would reflect on their day together, while tracing invisible circles lazily on his arm. And before I knew it, we were at my house. I'd always lean over to kiss his cheek goodbye, only to be pulled into a bear hug and a passionate kiss. He would always wait in his car, until I got to my room, before going home himself. It was great.
Possibly the best part of that summer was that I became friends with Spinner again. Every once in awhile, he'd come over and we'd hang out, just the two of them, like old times. He would always bring over some snacks and movies that we had wanted to go see together last year, be it a comedy or psycho killer movie.(Although, all too often it would be the latter, because he loved to see me cringe in fear with each slaying, affectionately calling me a 'big girl', just like he used to.)It was nice to have him back in my life again. I could really tell that Spinner felt bad and really wanted to make up for lost time.
Everything was perfect. At least, I thought it was.
I was set down suddenly, taking me out of my current train of thought. I was inside, on the couch closest to the TV. Dylan was- wait, where was Dylan? - walking back towards me for what seemed like forever. I started to smile at the corners of my mouth as he began to get closer, but I was suddenly kind of nervous as I began to see the expression on his face. His eyebrows were knotted together like he was deep in thought, and his mouth was in a slight pout. His eyes were looking at the floor until, after seeing my worried face, quickly changed along with the rest of his face, into a softer, more happy expression. He sat down next to me, throwing his left arm casually over my shoulder. I leaned into him and looked into his eyes, seeing only one thing for certain.
Something was wrong, he was sure of it, and he could tell Dylan was desperately, thought unsuccessfully, trying to avoid the problem, at least for now. Finally, the silence got to me and I asked the question we were both trying to avoid, but needed to be asked.
"What's wrong? Is everything ok?" I asked softly, sitting up slightly to hear him better.
"Nothing's wrong Marco, what would make you say that?" His replied seemed to come from a distant place, not in body, but rather in state of mind. 'Liar' I thought quickly, before continuing,
"I can tell. Please tell me what's wrong. I can't make it better if I don't know what it is. Let me help you." He sighed softly, locking his gaze with mine as he answered my query.
"It's nothing really, I just realized how much I gonna miss you during the week. I mean, sure we have the weekends, but it just doesn't seem like enough."
I could tell he was telling the truth, but not all of it. Did something so bad happen that he didn't want to tell me, or if he should tell me the entire problem, would I want to know? Or was he just saving me from a saddened response to his whole truth. I wasn't sure what to say next, but decided to leave the issue alone for now, along with giving him needed assurance.
"Oh. Yeah. But it's ok. I mean the college isn't so far from town. We can do it. " I spoke clearly, before kissing his cheek and continuing "Don't worry, we'll be fine. I'm always here if you need me. Always." I finished putting extra emphases on the last word.
"Ok?" I asked, not really sure what to expect, but wanting to know all the same.
"Yeah, I'm ok." He said before kissing me, afterward standing up to stretch.
"I've got to go. After all, we both have school tomorrow, and I don't want you starting off on a bad note with any of your teachers. Ok?" he said as I nodded upon the completion of his comment.
"Good. I'll try to call you tomorrow, is around 7 ok with you?"
"That's fine." It all I could say. Well, at least all I got the chance to say, since he pulled me into one final goodbye kiss, and let me to catch my breath, and prepare for school tomorrow.
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-OMG! I think, dare I say it, that the prologue was decent!
Spinner: Believe me, no one is more surprised than I.
- Hey! That's no way to talk to the author. Keep that up, and I'll just write you out of the story completely.
Spinner: O.o Can he do that?
-Marco and Dylan nod silently in unison-
Spinner: Erm, sorry? -scared smile- please tell me I can make it up to you.
You can relax Spin, I'd never do that, but just remember, I could.
Marco: Moving on then.
Dylan: please review. I want more time with my boyfriend.
Marco: by the way, what are you hiding from me?
Dylan: Erm.. I couldn't tell you. It wasn't been written in yet. And I not even sure if he –points to the author- know yet.
- He's right, I don't. But I'll be inspired to write more so that we all know. So please