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Fanfich Story Chapter One
Chapter One

Way up north, in a country called Canada, lived a teenage boy named Marco Del Rossi.
Marco was your average teenage boy. He like listening to music, hanging out with friends, and almost everything else a normal teenager enjoys doing. He had also has his share of up’s and downs in life. Starting a new school, making new friends and…oh yeah, coming out of the closet that he was gay. He had many friends who supported him and still do. But as time went on Marco’s so-called “gay-ness” grew on to everyone and it became a normal thing. And so did Dylan. Dylan was Marco’s former crush, now boyfriend. He was also one of Marco’s best friends, Paige, brother. Marco and Dylan we’re always together. And now summer was here! No More School. Now they had all day to spend together……

“Hay Dylan, it’s me, Marco. I was wandering if you wanted to go see a movie tomorrow. “Sure! And after that we’ll go to the mall,” said Dylan, as he was brushing his teeth getting ready for bed. “K, cool! So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” asked Marco gleefully.
“Yes, you will,” said Dylan. His voice was muffled from the used tooth paste in his mouth. “Dyl, what’s wrong with your voice. It sounds like someone is holding a towel to your face,” exclaimed Marco curiously. “I was brushing my teeth. I’m gonna go to bed,” said Dylan in an exhausted tone. “Hay Dyl, I know we have only been dating for about a month, and we only met a little while ago, but I wanted you to know that……” Marco cut off what he was saying as a result of thinking that Dylan would reject what he was about to say. “Know what Marco?’ asked Dylan. “To know. To know that I really care about you and I think you’re SOOOOOO cute! I. I just wanted you to know that.” said Marco still a little un-sure. “Marco!” said Dylan screaming into the phone. “I love you!” “What?” asked Marco, a little surprised. “I love you,” said Dylan in a more calmed tone of voice. “I love you too. Dylan,” said Marco, his ands and legs starting to shake from the strong joy he was feeling right now. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Chill’s we’re running through his entire body. His heart racing. He felt like he could not control the strong love he felt inside. “I love you too,” he said again to Dylan. “I mean it.” After about a minute of joy and silent screaming, Dylan finally broke the silence. “I am going to bed. Good night. Sweet dreams. Or, at least they will be if I am in them. With you,” said Dylan in a loving voice. “Good night. Sweet dreams. Oh and don’t worry! You will be.” said Marco in a reassuring voice to Dylan. “I wish you we’re here with me or I was there with you.” said Dylan. “I know. Me too.” said Marco sleepily. “I love you,” said Dylan. “I love you too,” said Marco, starting to grin once again from that feeling. “Bye.” “Bye.”

Later that next morning, Marco was in his bathroom fixing up his hair, making sure it looked just right for Dylan, when he heard Dylan’s car pull up in front of his house. Then came the nock. Marco ran as fast as he could to the door. “Who is it?” said Marco in a playful way. “It’s the delivery man,” said Dylan. “What’s he delivering?” asked Marco playfully. “Oh, something tall, blonde, and handsome.” said Dylan. “Oh really,” said Marco as he opened the door. “I’ll be the judge of that.” he said. He pulled Dylan inside roughly, slammed him against the wall and kissed him forcefully. “Whoa. What was that for?” asked Dylan in a cheerful tone. “For you being so cute! Marco said. “What do you got there?” he said peeking behind Dylan’s back. “Oh, yeah! I have a surprise for you.” said Dylan as he pulled a bag of Italian food out with a label that read: “Anthony’s Gourmet Italian Cuisine” in bright maroon letters. “Italian food! I thought instead of a movie we could snuggle up and watch a movie here. Alone.” said Dylan. “Great idea. I love it.” said Marco pushing himself up against Dylan’s tall, warm body. “And you got food. Italian food.” said Marco happily. “Lasagna. My second favorite thing Italian.” said Dylan. “Oh yeah, what’s your first?” asked Marco. “You” said Dylan kissing Marco on the cheek. “ Come on. Let’s take this up to my bedroom. We will watch it up there.

When they got up there and Marco opened the door, Dylan immediately grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the bed. They set the food on Marco’s bed side table and they laid there all twisted together. They started “A Walk To Remember” [Marco’s favorite movie] and started to eat. As soon as they we’re done feeding each other, they got all twisted up again and Dylan started playing with Marco’s hair. Marco looked up into those deep blue eyes. He reached up and kissed his. Dylan rolled over onto Marco and forcefully pushed him into the mattress and started looking into those cool, creamy, chocolate colored eyes. Marco stared back. Dylan dove down and kissed Marco exactly how Marco had kissed him about 30 minutes ago. Marco’s eyes lit up and. They got into it. Stroking each others bodies. By now they had already started putting there hands up each others pocket, and Dylan slipped his hands into Marco’s pockets. Both shirtless, they continued to stroke each others bodies. “This is it. This is the moment” they both thought out loud, when suddenly they heard the front door open. “Marco, are you home son?” came his mothers voice calling from the floor below. Marco and Dylan threw themselves off the bed and immediately started to dress themselves. The foot steps of Marco’s mother grew louder and louder. Until finally, they we’re right out side the door.

Please comment and let me know what you think! I might re-write this chapter.

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Current Music: "Tear Drops On mY Guitar" By Taylor Swift

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