Note: There's one massive change here. I totally forgot about this fanfiction, and after seeing the emails related to this fanfiction appearing in my mail I decided to finish it. Unfortunately, I have to say, that while I DO remember the plot line (luckily), I can't reference anything from season 2 and season 3-4. For the show, last year, I kept up with season two to about of half of it(that was skimming it, b/c I got absorbed by school), before I lost track of it. This was written before the airing of Season 2 (Which I was looking forward to), so if there are anything in here that was disproved, then, I can't include it whatsoever, as, I haven't watched it. Also because I started tling, I had to put a pause to my writing stuff.

Eh?

"Uh… I like you too? I guess? I mean I don't hate you anymore…?"

Marco fumbled around, clearly confused.

Tom gave him a slightly annoyed look.

"Marco, I don't mean that kind of 'friends' like. You know it."

No way… That's not possible…

Marco sat on the couch absolutely petrified. He was no longer panicked but was instead staring at Tom with a look of absolute shock.

"Uh… well… that's a great joke, Tom! You… definitely got me there! Haha!"

He slapped Tom on the back while nervously laughing. Tom was jolted slightly from the unexpected amount of force from Marco's hand. He recovered quickly from the sudden hit, and a somewhat angry frown had appeared on his face.

"Marco, this isn't a joke, I'm being-"

"It's getting late, Tom. It's should be time for you to leave."

Marco rose from his seat, wearing a forced smile. Tom glanced at a nearby clock, it clearly read the time 9:45. While it could be considered "late", for a healthy 16 year old in Highschool, it wasn't really a problem for Marco, nor was it a problem for Tom for him to be away from the Underworld. Of course, Tom knew what Marco was trying to do.

"Marco, you can't avoid answering me," Tom stood up in frustration, "You have to give me an answer-"

While Tom tried to get some kind of response out of Marco, Marco had been busy pushing Tom towards the door. Tom tried to struggle, but he didn't want to use any of his abilities on Marco to stop him. Marco gave one last shove that sent Tom stumbling out the front door.

"Alright, have a good night, Tom. We'll hang out… some other time, okay?"

"Wait! Marco-"

Marco shut the door abruptly, cutting off Tom. Tom stood there in a stunned trance. He wasn't sure how Marco would've reacted to his confession, but he hadn't expected nothing at all from Marco. He scratched his head in frustration and his three eyes blinked in confusion, as he pondered what to do.

I could break open the door with my powers… but Marco won't like that. He wouldn't like it if I were to get angry. Even though I really want a response, I don't want to force it with violence or anything…

Tom gave a heavy sigh.

I guess it was a shock for him… I can wait a bit for a response. I'll leave him be to think about it for a while.

He gave a loud click with his tongue and turned around, walking to a carriage and proceeding to step into it. The skeleton horse gave a snort of fire and raised it's hooves. The door of the carriage swung shut with a click.

...But I better get a proper answer from him.

The carriage sped off, leaving only two flaming scorch marks on the ground.

No way… This can't be possible…

After closing the door on Tom, Marco was curled up into a ball on his bed. He was rocking back and forward, with his eyes closed tightly.

I'm sure it's just a dream. Tom didn't just confess to me. It didn't happen. It's just my… weird imagination. If I open my eyes, everything will be okay again.

He opened his eyes slowly, of course, only the cold unforgiving reality faced him. Tom's confession was real, and it was something he would have to deal with. Marco gave an exasperated sigh, and spread out like a star-fish on the bed. He spent a solid half an hour staring at the ceiling in a blank stupor. Just in a stunned silence, not thinking or anything. Finally, his mind whirred into action.

Do I… like Tom? The same way he likes me?

The question made him feel like tearing the roots of his hair out. Tom was one of his best friends after they began to get along. He felt like a trusted friend, that he could tell about his troubles, his relationships… He didn't want things between them to be awkward. But, he also knew, that as a friend, he had the duty to give a proper response. However, he seriously had no clue whatsoever about his feelings towards Tom. Sure he had thought that Tom looked quite se- that was besides the point. He didn't know if he was prepared to date Tom.

Well, he's not a bad dude. He's pretty nice, and he cares a lot about those close to him. Also, he's handsome, pretty much royalty, and stuff... I don't hate him, and I don't think I would have a problem dating him… but… Am I good enough for him? I mean look at me. I'm just a normal human from Earth, not some demon or anything. Sure I'm friends with Star…

A bad thought intruded into his mind.

Is he maybe trying to get revenge on me for that fiasco with Star? Maybe he still likes her, and that he secretly hates me?

Marco shook his head.

No, Tom isn't like that. He's never been that sinister. When he's angry or wants revenge, it's typically pretty obvious. He's not the type to be able to keep such a deep revenge under the wraps.

Marco rolled over and buried his face into the pillow, letting out a frustrated groan. Why were relationships so freaking complicated. He felt the drowsiness hit him from thinking about this matter. He set his alarm for the next morning.

I can't think about this right now… it just hurts too much… I'll think about it tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow… I'll find an answer…

Like that, Marco drifted off into dreamland.