Title: My Marco
Chapter: 3: Confronting Ellie
Rating: PG
Fandom: Degrassi
pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, Sunglasses at Night
Summary: My version of Darco, Season 7.
A/N: Warning to Ellie fans, I do not portray Ellie in the best light here. I feel she was incredibly out of line, and I do not feel that Marco was mad at her long enough in “Standing in the Dark.” This story will not follow the storyline in Season 7, though it will make references to the scene where Ellie tries to set Marco up. Hopefully I am writing the characters to be believable.


“What the hell was that yesterday, Ellie?” I confronted Ellie the next afternoon, when she got home from class. I was in the living room working on yet another dang paper.

“What?” she asked, acting like it was no big deal. “I was just trying to help.”

“Help with what, exactly?”

“Get over Dylan.”

“Why would I need to get over him?” I inquired. “I don’t know if you noticed, Ellie, but Dylan is still my boyfriend.”

She sat across the table from me. “Oh come on, Marco. It’s obvious to me that he doesn’t care. He never calls, he obviously doesn’t want anything to do with the relationship.”

I took a deep breath. I stood up, and walked over to the wall where there was a map. I pointed to Switzerland. “Ellie, what’s this?”

“A map.”

“I’m not in the mood for jokes, Nash. What am I pointing to?”

She started to shift her eyes. “Europe.”

“And where is Dylan?”

“Europe,” She said very softly, looking at me. “Marco, I’m just trying to help you see what I see. It’s just so painfully obvious to me.”

“What is so obvious?”

“That he doesn’t want to be in this relationship anymore.”

“Oh, really?” I asked, dumfounded. I sat back down, combing my hands through my hair. This was going to be a long night.

“So, when he said he loved me on the phone last night, that was just some cover-up?” I said, annoyed.

“He may. I don’t know. I just want you to open your eyes and see what’s going on, Marco.”

I just glared at her.

“Look, I’m sorry. But I’m just telling you how I see this.” She moved to sit in the chair next to me.

I put my head down on the table. I put my hands through my hair.

“Uhh,” I groaned. “You just don’t get it, Ellie!”

“What? What don’t I get?”

I looked up. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because you are my friend, and I care about you!”

“Why don’t you start acting like a friend!” I stood up, in anger. “You belittle my boyfriend, you try to set me up with that doofus-”

“You wouldn’t even give Eric a chance.” Ellie explained. “You were really rude to him.”

“I don’t care! He is not my concern. My boyfriend is my concern!”

“Well, Dylan is being an ass!”

“Oh, really?” I said, exasperated at how hard headed Ellie was being.

“He never calls, you barely hear from him. He treats you like crap.”

“He’s in SWITZERLAND!” I yelled.

I paced into the living room. I saw Paige in the corner of my eye, listening in.

“Ellie, sit. Let me talk. Don’t say anything until I finish.”

She followed me into the living room, and sat on the sofa.

I sat down. Then I sat up. I had to pace. God, I was so mad. I didn’t even know where to start to try and explain it to her. Nothing was getting through to her.

“First of all, Ellie, I don’t know what’s gotten into you. You never had a problem with Dylan before. I am not asking for much here. Just respect my wishes and start acting like a friend. Friends don’t try to set up their friends up on dates when they already have a boyfriend. A dedicated boyfriend.”

I heard her scoff.

“What the hell is your problem with Dylan? He’s in Switzerland. His schedule is jam-packed. He barely has time to sleep. He’s lucky if he gets 5 hours a night. It’s long-distance, Ellie. I don’t expect you to understand what we are going through, but I do expect you to respect it.” I sighed. “And it’s hard. I didn’t know it was going to be this hard, neither of us did. But I’m not going to break with him just because it’s hard. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay here to be with me. I told him to go. I was not going to get in the way of him pursuing his dream.”

“Now, I will admit he’s been an ass before. But he apologized for that a long time ago, and we have both gotten past that. And he’s been trying, ok? Just lay off of him already. He treats me just fine, ok. It’s not the most ideal situation. Just let me ask you something.”

She looked up at me. “Have you ever been in love, Ellie?”

She looked at the ground, sheepishly. “No.”

“Then you can’t possibly understand what we are going through. As hard as this is, some days unbelievably hard, it’s worth it, as mushy as that is. Because I love that crazy, curly-haired hockey player. Dyl makes everything worth it.”

I stormed out of the room and passed Paige, at the foot of the stairs, who had her arms crossed against her chest, glaring at Ellie.

I stormed up the stairs to my room, and slammed the door, to make sure Ellie knew how mad I still was at her.