Title: My Marco
Chapter: 6: Paige the Eavesdropper
Rating: PG
Fandom: Degrassi
pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, Sunglasses at Night
Summary: My version of Darco, Season 7.


Paige opened the door to her former home, in hopes to get the boxes of warmer clothes she left, as spring was just around the corner. Paige had never moved all of her stuff since moving into her brother’s old room at Marco’s. Or take over, really. You can barely even tell a boy used to live in there. Paige had covered most of the hockey posters with fashion and music posters. Plus, most of Dylan’s important stuff was either in Switzerland or in Marco’s room. Dylan knew Paige had moved into his old room, which was really only used as a show for Marco’s dad, who now knew that Dylan was Marco’s boyfriend.

“Hi, Mom, Dad,” Paige greeted her parents in the living room.

“Oh, hi, dear, what you are doing here?” Paige’s mom asked.

“Just getting some clothes I forgot.” Paige told her. She nodded, as Paige noticed another person in the room with them. She looked at him strangely, as he looked familiar. He looked an awful like Dylan’s old hockey coach, if Paige remember correctly. ‘Didn’t he coach some college hockey team now,’ Paige thought to herself.

Paige went up the stairs, but she didn’t go to her old room, She knew they were talking about something, as it looked like Paige had interrupted something when she came in. Paige hid at the top of the stairs, like she always did, when she wanted to get some gossip.

“Sorry about that, Mike,” Paige’s dad said.

“Might need to be discreet. I don’t want this to get to Marco.” Paige’s mom said, looking up the stairs. “Not yet, anyway.”

“You don’t think she needs to know?” Dylan’s old coach asked.

“She’ll find out soon enough. But Paige can’t keep a secret for two seconds, much less a week, and she lives with Dylan’s boyfriend. I’d rather be safe than sorry.” Paige opened my mouth in shock at her father’s remarks. They were only somewhat true, but still.

“Well, I will call you as it gets closer to the date. I can’t make any promises, Mrs. Michalchuk, but I can speak for everyone in my department that we would be thrilled if this could occur.”

Paige continued onto her room as her parents let Dylan’s old coach out. ‘Why were they being so cryptic? Why couldn’t I know? What did this have to do with Marco? I hate being left in the dark,’ Paige thought.

As Paige put more clothes in the box she had started a few months ago, she wondered if her big brother was in trouble or something. She grabbed the box and went downstairs, setting it down on the living room table. Paige walked into the kitchen, where her parents were.

“Who was that?” Paige asked. “Isn’t that Dylan’s old coach?”

“No one and yes,” Paige’s mother said.

“What was that all about? Is Dylan okay?”

“Nothing. Dylan’s fine, honey,” she patted Paige’s shoulder.

“Wait, you heard from him?”

“No, but Mike talks to the coach in Switzerland at least weekly. He gives us reports on Dylan.”

“How come you never told me this?” Paige questioned her mother.

“Because.” Paige’s dad said.

“Because why?” Paige turned around to look at her father. “He’s my brother! My only brother!”

“Paige.” Dad motioned for me to sit down at the kitchen table next to him. “Do you really think it is wise for us to tell you every detail that we get? Every injury, every fall?”

“I don’t see why not.” Both of Paige’s parents raised on eyebrow at Paige. “What?! I won’t tell Marco.” They raised their eyebrows again. “I won’t!”

Mrs. Michalchuk came to sit down next to Paige. “Paige, we love you, and Dylan.” She tucked a part of Paige’s hair over her ear. “But Marco is stressed enough as it is with Dylan gone. He doesn’t need to know when Dylan sprains his ankle.”

“Dylan sprained his ankle!??” Paige exclaimed.

“No, that was an example.” My dad said. “Paige, this is what we are talking about. Try to calm down. Everything’s fine. Dylan’s fine. You are fine. Marco’s fine.”

“I am fine, yes.” Paige said, standing up to leave. But Marco and Dylan are not fine. They are miserable without each other.”

“I think its time,” Mrs. Michalchuk said to her husband, after Paige exited the house, who had forgotten the box of clothes she had come for originally.

“That, it is,” Mr. Michalchuk said, in agreement.