A/N: Alright, this story is completely different; I'm sure, than any story out there. It's completely A/U and is not going to be following the seasons 4-6 at all. With that said, I love seasons 4-6, don't get me wrong lol. See, the other night this idea popped into my head, and it has to be written…during Marco's 11th grade, but it's just…well, very A/U, as I've said. I don't know why I'm doing this to myself because I just finished two of my stories, started another, and I vowed that it would be the only one I was writing at this time to take the stress off of me lol, but now…this idea came to me and I could NOT ignore it. I hope you like it :) If you do want to read my "Pellie" story, it's called "After All". Thanks…
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"I can't believe you're leaving tomorrow…college, Dylan? I feel so young," Marco sighed, leaning into his boyfriend since June.
He laughed, pulling Marco closer, "You're not that young, babe…but it is weird that I'm leaving. Will you miss me?" He asked, flashing that award winning smile of his.
"Of course, Dylan," he kissed him softly. "I miss you already,"
"Aww," he kissed Marco, with much more passion this time. "I promise, we'll see each other all the time, or," he paused, "as much as possible,"
"I guess," Marco agreed, "We'll be fine,"
Although Marco was happy that Dylan was finally going to be going to college, something he always wanted to do, he was a lot more afraid than he let on. It wasn't that he couldn't live without Dylan for a month at a time, even though it would be hard, but he didn't want Dylan deciding that…some eleventh grader wasn't good enough for him. See, Marco knew that in twelfth grade and tenth, it had seemed logical enough because Dylan didn't even know any different…or anyone older, but now…now, Marco worried.
When Dylan had graduated, Marco wasn't even thinking of these possibilities, but now that he was leaving the next morning, it was finally hitting him. His boyfriend…was now a college guy. He wasn't sure how much he adored this idea.
"Marco," Dylan pleaded, "I can't do this…it won't all fit!"
Marco turned his head to see his pathetic boyfriend trying to shove everything messily into a fifth suitcase.
He rolled his eyes, "Baby…it's called folding. Ever heard of it?"
Dylan took out one of the offending pieces of clothing, and threw it at his head, "Smart ass," he laughed, "Help? I BEG of you,"
"Of course," he laughed as well.
About an hour later, the packing was finished, and it was time for Marco to leave. Dylan was trying to persuade Marco to stay the night.
"Dyl…I can't," Marco said slowly, trying to make him understand.
"Why not?" he asked sadly. "It's my last night here. I want to spend it with you. Oh," he sensed a fear of Marco's, "We won't like…do anything. I just want you to stay with me, please?"
Marco thought for a moment, seriously thinking about staying, but in the end, shook his head. "I'm sorry, Dylan. I wouldn't know what to tell my parents."
He sighed, annoyed, "Tell them you're staying for Paige," he pressed.
"Hello! They think I'm straight. That would sound worse. I'm staying overnight at a girl's house? Come on, be serious. It's a lose-lose situation here. I can't explain what an awesome friendship we have…it would make no sense to them. I'll come tomorrow. We can drive out together, or whatever."
"Oh," he said angrily, "And that wouldn't bother them? It seems like you're making this up as you go along, Marco,"
"Dylan," he put his hands on his shoulders, "Stop. You know that isn't true,"
At the feel of his touch, he slightly calmed. He put his strong arms around Marco's waist, and brought him closer.
"Marco, I'm sorry, but I really hate this…this hiding stuff,"
He smiled, "I know you do. I'll come tomorrow?"
He shook his head, "No, I'm not mad, but I'd prefer you don't drive all the way there with me, drive all the way back, and then have to be ready for the first day of school a day after. There's no point,"
"Yes, there is. I want to say good-bye to you,"
"Say good-bye now…and I'll call you when I'm there tomorrow, okay? And I'll see you soon, Marco; it's no big deal,"
Marco threw his arms around Dylan's neck and kissed him with as much heart as he could throw into him. "Well, bye…I guess,"
"Don't sound so sad," Dylan said, smiling. "I'll miss you, but as I said, I'll see you soon,"
"Okay," he smiled. "I'll try. Oh! And, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, anything,"
"How did you like eleventh grade?"
Dylan laughed, "Well…I was older than tenth grade with twice the work,"
Marco sighed, "Not much to look forward to, eh?"
"No…not really. Goodnight, Marco,"
"Night, babe,"
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"So, Marco…today is the month anniversary of Dylan being gone,"
"Must you remind me, Paige?" he asked, annoyed. "He didn't even call me this morning,"
Paige pretended to look shocked, "Dylan forgot to do something?! Those people down in hell must be pretty unlucky without their jackets. I'm sure they weren't expecting it to freeze over,"
"Alright, I know he's forgetful, but I thought he just might remember my birthday,"
"Miss Michalchuk, Mr. DelRossi, I might just be holding class up here, if you'd like to listen," said Mr. Armstrong, clearly annoyed at the interruptions.
Paige looked as though she was about to talk back, but Marco nudged her, "Don't,"
She sighed, whispering, "Look, you and Dylan weren't together last October, right? So…maybe it's no big deal,"
"Yeah, I know. I don't care," he said, trying to pay attention to the board at the front of the room, "It's just…it makes me feel, I don't know…it's stupid," he bit his lip.
"You feel unnoticed, right? Don't worry, I'm sure it's fine," she smirked, turning around.
He raised his eyebrow, "Okay,"
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"Hey, Marco…" Ellie said, catching up to him at his locker. "I feel like I haven't seen you all day. And…the sad part is, I think I'm in ALL of your classes," she laughed.
"Yeah, just give me a minute, and we can walk home," he went to grab his math textbook, and almost everything fell out. He sighed.
"This has not been a good day,"
Ellie bent down to help him put the books back in his locker. "Well, Paige asked me to ask you if you wanted to go to her house,"
Marco looked confusedly at her, "Why wouldn't she ask me herself?"
"I think she wanted to prove that she was 'asking me too' to be…polite or something like that," she rolled her eyes. "Who knows? She's a freak. So, if I'm going, you had BETTER be going,"
He laughed, "Okay, it's just me and you there with Paige? I find that highly unlikely,"
"Well, you know Paige…a lot better than I do, if I might add, so obviously, she'll have Spinner there…maybe Jimmy? Who knows, she likes people! Don't ask me why!"
He laughed, "Okay, let's get going, then,"
Marco was silent during the walk to Paige's house. He was absolutely positive that Ellie would remember his birthday. She always did. Everyone was so completely stressed out with school. That was it.
Still, Paige seemed to understand it was his birthday. At least she remembered. That was more than he could say for his best friend and boyfriend. He tried to give Dylan a break…he was stressed out with his first month going by at University and, obviously, he was busy. Marco, though, didn't want to admit that their relationship was going to fall just as Dylan promised it would not. He tried to make excuses for it, but he was just a tiny bit irked that no one was acknowledging it.
Marco rang the doorbell, and they waited patiently. When the door finally opened, he was grateful…only it wasn't Paige.
He stared at his smiling boyfriend, almost afraid he wasn't there. He threw his arms happily around him, hugging him tightly.
Dylan laughed, "Happy birthday, Marco,"
"Oh, my go…I hate you!" he laughed. "Thank you, though!" he hugged him, all the more tighter, refusing to let go.
"Hey! What about me?!" shouted Paige. "I was in on this too; don't I get a hug?"
He let go of Dylan for a split second to embrace Paige, when he realized, a lot of hugs were going to have to get around.
"You all knew about this?!" he looked to see many of his friends hanging around the living room.
"Ellie and Paige planned it. It wasn't me," said Dylan. "I mean, I was planning on coming, anyway, and calling you to tell you, but…no, Paige said not to,"
"See, Paige!" Marco shouted, "Those people down in hell actually aren't going to need those jackets,"
She laughed, "Oh, no, they will because I was being sarcastic. When the devil hears he actually DID remember, the jackets will be coming out,"
Marco was, once again, attached to Dylan for the rest of the evening. He only had one night to see him before he was gone again. He vowed that, next time, he would be visiting him at his dorm.
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"Let me get this straight, you told your English teacher, that Marco and I are dating?" asked Dylan incredulously.
"Well, the conversation came up," she waved it off.
Spinner laughed, "When the hell does that conversation just…come up?!"
Ellie looked confused, "Ms. Kwan?"
They all laughed, "Welcome, Ellie, to the weirdness of the conversation," Marco answered.
"Alright, baby…I'm sorry, but I've gotta get going," Dylan said, getting up from the couch.
"No!" he held onto him tightly, "You can't leave!" he laughed.
"I'll call you tomorrow. As much as I'd love to take you with me, you have to stay for school and everything. I'll miss you," He leaned in for a kiss.
Marco turned away, putting his arms over his chest childishly, "Nope,"
"Marrrrrco," he whined.
"You leave-no kiss,"
He sighed, "Alright, everyone…then, I guess, I'm out. Buh-bye, Marco," He said, slowly walking out of the house
"Wait! I changed my mind!" He chased Dylan out to the car.
They all laughed at his enthusiasm.
Marco kissed Dylan as he let him sit into the car. "We…well, we need…I…."
"Yes?" Dylan asked slowly.
"Nothing,"
He didn't look convinced, "You sure? Something wrong?"
"Forget it. You said you'll come visit next weekend, right? It's not too long a drive, is it?"
"Nope, not too long. I'll be here, Friday to Sunday…I promise. Instead of three hours, like tonight, we'll get to spend three days, okay?"
"Yeah, but…today's Monday and I have to wait four days for three days?!"
"Marco…"
Marco refused to let an argument begin before he left. That meant he wouldn't even come Friday and that would make everything worse.
"Bye, babe…love you," he said the last part quietly, seeing if Dylan would respond to these words never spoken.
"Love you too, that's a much better way to end the night," He smiled, and drove off.
Marco was happy, but far from okay. They needed to talk…and it was getting increasingly harder for him to do that.
A/N: Yay! That was very…uh…happy until the end, there. Next chapter, the drama starts! Oooh! I am so happy I got this done today! I make my catholic confirmation tomorrow, so I would love some reviews to look forward to as a present. Since I mentioned my confirmation there, I'd like to take this moment to point this out: I'm a TRUE CATHOLIC. And…look what I'm writing? I am NOT A HOMOPHOBE! I am so sick of people thinking that. Anyways…please review :)