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[sup]Monday morning, right around 6 AM
[@LovelyComplex] & [@metanoia][/sup]
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[indent][indent][i]That dream came up again. 

Danny was on the court shooting back to back to back at the free throw line. He’d toss the ball in, another ball would bounce to him from the surrounding darkness and he’d repeat. It was him, the ball, and the net. He wore his uniform, number 27, and he focused in so those watching were impressed. 

There was no one watching. 

There was only darkness.

His basketball shoes hugged his soles, his shoelaces were tied tightly out of fear of them loosening and him tripping, his uniform was pressed and unwrinkled. He was clean, untouched, and full of life. Danny was young. Danny was dumb. Danny was happy.

[color=005d9e]No luck but what we make.[/color] He repeated in his head as he continued to shoot consecutively into the hoop not missing once. He was on fire and he knew he’d make it to the big leagues. Danilo Belmonte was born great and was destined for great things. He just had to keep his head in the game. 

That is until the mantra turned into a voice, all around him, and his ball bounced off the rim. The voice he heard was his father’s: [color=887b6e]“Some day you’re going to look back at this and want it all back again. Don’t ruin what you have, son. You have a good thing. We Belmontes, we don’t fail. We can’t afford to.”[/color] 

Another ball bounced back to him. Every time it hit the court floor it resounded and echoed, taking over his heightened senses. Danny caught it and took a moment to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He was tired. He couldn’t breathe.

[color=887b6e]“Do it again. Shoot twenty five more times. Make all of them. If you miss, start all over again. Do it until you can’t feel your arms anymore, you hear? What is it I tell you, son?”[/color]

[color=005d9e]“Don’t get bitter, get better,”[/color] Danny exasperatedly breathed as his shoelaces tightened around him, strangling his feet, forcing him to stay rooted to the gym floor. This was all on him and he couldn’t let his old man down. 

Listening to Taz give him constant criticism caused Danny to shrink into his child self. Exhausted but desperate to make his father proud, Danny refused to stop. There was no way he’d stop. Not when he’s made it this far. Not when the net was this close and if he made the shot, he’d win at life. He’d win and be exactly who he was supposed to be.

Little Danny tossed the ball once more but instead of it going to the rim, Coach O’Hara grabbed it, [color=bf755c]“What are you doing 27? You’re supposed to be running laps with the rest of them!”[/color] Fervently and nervously nodding, Danny rushed forward past John and saw the Elite marching like toy soldiers. Tailing behind them, he matched their movements as they went around the gym, going in circles. The darkness faded and the blaring lights came on. They were surrounded by the crowd and the cheerleaders were loudly chanting and crying for them. 

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The Elite broke off and jogged to people in the crowd, playing the part the town gave them. The shiny bright Stars in the night sky that everyone put so much faith and hope in. That was the Elite. 

Aside from Russell and himself, the rest wore patches on their jacket sleeves to show they were not just stars, they were history. They were part of the founding families. Highly respectable, with so much to carry. The weight of the world, the burdens of this town, and the expectations from their families. They truly were toy soldiers. 

The only weight on Danny’s shoulders was the shadow that followed him that resembled that of his father. The shadow that never seemed to leave him alone and was constantly watching his every move. The shadow of the man he knew he could never embrace and be. The shadow of his past.

Francis grabbed onto Allison, kissing her deeply, all the while glancing at Russ with lust in his eyes. Rhett was talking to his family and David. Rhett, who was a barricade of a man, made sure there was space in between David and Caitlin. He made sure that no one could get near his sister. He made sure David knew his place. He made sure Cece stayed safe, at his side, away from the male gaze. He made sure to be seen. Clay, on the other hand, was flirting with all the cheerleaders, like he usually did. He seemed happy and in absolute delight at being in the middle of all the beautiful creatures. He seemed happy.

The buzzer went off and everything flashed in front of Danny’s eyes. Allison was convulsing on the floor, Vivia holding onto her crying, Francis was making out with Russel, Clay was sitting on the bleachers by himself, and David… 

Alert, Caitlin ran to Danny crying and the whole team looked toward the direction she was pointing at. The gym doors burst open and water came rushing in and as the gym overflowed with water, David’s dead corpse slid in front of the Elite, Cece, and Danny. His weeping best friend buried her face into his chest. 

The water reached his knees. 

[color=b8860b]“Don’t do this… Not now, Danny.”[/color] Cece, the Elite and David’s corpse vanished and now, Danny was holding onto Marco. He was in the tux he wore from junior prom. They both were. This was the night he broke up with him. Lifting Marco’s chin up, dejected and depressed, Danny tried to convince himself to kiss him but suddenly his shoulder was whipped around and there his father was again. 

Screaming. 

[color=887b6e]“You were benched?! What’s gotten into you? This is supposed to be YOUR year, Danilo. No longer will you be in the shadow of those boys they called the Elite. You're the captain now. Start acting like one.”[/color]

Instead of clapping back, Danny turned away from his dad and frantically looked for Marco. 

Where was he? [/i]

When his dad tried to grab him again, to prevent his son from running around to find his lover, that is when Danny’s eyes snapped open and he woke up. His body was sweating. He anxiously searched his bed and when he felt the tousled hair beside him, Danny sighed in relief. Turning his body, he pulled Marco close to him and kissed the back of his boyfriend’s head. He was okay. He wasn’t hurt. He was here in his bed beside his boyfriend. Glancing past Marco’s head and to the clock, Danny noticed it was ten minutes before 6 AM, which means soon they would need to roll out of bed and go for their jog. Rather than aggressively wake Marco up, Danny started to trail his lips on his boyfriend’s body from his head to his neck to his bare shoulders. The sweetest of alarm clocks. 

Marco groaned. He was deep in sleep and had muttered something about top, mid, bot. Words that may have sounded like “nexus” left his lips moments after the sensation of soft lips trailed against his skin. He kept muttering things relating to what was a dream on his end about winning and almost listing a series of matches in League of Legends. But the lips went from neck to shoulder and Marco groaned again, one of his eyes partially opening. He was still in a state where he hadn’t realized what was actually happening until he felt those same lips go further down to his right shoulder blade, a part of his body he was particularly ticklish.

[color=b8860b]“Mm…”[/color] Marco made a sound, this time both eyes were open and his awareness of what was happening started to become clearer. Danny was kissing him and he smiled (albeit lazily). [color=b8860b]“Well good morning…”[/color] He said huskily, his hand slowly coming up on the side and cupping his boyfriend’s face. [color=b8860b]“Best thing to wake up to.”[/color]

[color=005d9e]“Hate to ruin your beauty sleep, pup, but it’s almost time for our jog.”[/color] Even after all these years, Danny was dedicated to his workout regime. He wasn’t in basketball anymore and he didn’t do much with himself aside from work at Palermo and enjoying the town from time to time. His morning workout was the one thing that he had that was consistent and predictable. Nothing else in his life was either of those things. His family was chaotic. His relationship with Marco was fresh, even if they dated in the past. And at least once a year, something historical happens in this town which is more often than not followed by a death (or several). See? Unpredictable and inconsistent. 

Contrary to the words he just said about getting up and getting ready, Danny pulled Marco close, burying his face into his lover’s back. Closing his eyes, the once-upon-a-jock replayed the dream, the images jumping between father yelling at him, Cece’s crying face, and David’s pale, rigid corpse. [color=005d9e]“You don’t hate me right? You still like me even though I’m not some huge basketball star?”[/color]

[color=b8860b]"What?"[/color] Alerted by what his boyfriend just said, Marco turned his head to face Danny, holding his lover’s face. [color=b8860b]"No! Of course not. You are one of the only people in this world I could never and would never hate. Nothing in the whole entire universe would make that even a slight possibility.”[/color] He kissed Danny on the lips. [color=b8860b]“Who I fell for wasn’t the athlete but, you, the person who broke every single stereotype one could imagine, not the huge basketball star.”[/color]

Staring intently into Marco’s eyes, Danny gave a half smile. His boyfriend’s words were sweet and kind. They always were. Still, that dream haunted him for a good two weeks now. He didn’t know how to react to Marco’s optimism. He didn’t know how to be - how to officially come out. Part of him died on that court and the other part of him was lost and afraid. [color=005d9e]“I have nothing going for me, Marco. I don’t know where I’ll be in the next five years. I don’t know what I want to do with the rest of my life… all I know for certain is I need you. Without you, what am I doing?”[/color]

It damn near broke Marco’s heart to hear Danny speak the way he did. Maybe because he was hearing similar words he said to himself six months ago. Before he and Danny rekindled any kind of relationship. Before he followed his then-ex on the jog, Marco was a husk of his former self - he still was, but he was getting better. He and Danny had been exercising together again. Like actual exercise and not what happened when the door closed and lights were dimmed, but he had a long way to go, so he knew the mindset that Danny was in, regardless how much it broke him to hear his boyfriend say that about himself.

Smiling gently, he kept Danny’s face in his hand. [color=b8860b]“You don’t need to know what you want to do. Listen, I have gotten so much clarity in my life in the past month than I have in the past year. I thought I wouldn’t find happiness and love again, but now I do and it’s because of [i]you[/i]!”[/color] Marco’s eyes looked as though he was about to tear up just thinking about it all.  [color=b8860b]“Don’t worry about the what ifs, Danny. You don’t have to think about any of that because I promise you, as long as I can control it, I’m not going anywhere.”[/color] He kissed his boyfriend again.

Once Marco pulled away, Danny turned on his back, resting his hand behind his back, staring at the ceiling. [color=005d9e]“I’ve been having this dream for the past week or so… it’s the same thing. Same visuals. Nothing changes. It makes me realize if we didn’t meet freshman year, I probably wouldn’t be the same person I am today.”[/color] He glanced over at Marco and gestured with his head for his boyfriend to place his head in the nook of his shoulder. 

Today would be a later start than usual, but that’s okay, he wanted to spend some time talking with his lover. [color=005d9e]“My pride and ego… it’s something I was constantly told to protect. That would get me places. Not my heart. Don’t get bitter, get better, dad would say. Having been in the shadow of the Elite, all I could see were burning stars that I wanted to be. I look back and I realize, that whole time for us? That was like… the best time of our lives. A speckle in our past that doesn’t hold any importance to anyone that wasn’t us.”[/color] Danny’s brown eyes focused on the ceiling, as he continued to formulate the thoughts coursing through his mind, [color=005d9e]“Allison died. David died. The Elite… they went and lived their lives. And I stood there, waiting. I don’t know for what, maybe to grow up, maybe for another tragedy to hit, I don’t know. I’ve just been [i]waiting[/i] to win at life like I did back then.” [/color]

Wrapping his arm around Marco, more open than he’s ever been with him since they’ve known each other, Danny admitted, [color=005d9e]“None of it matters. The winning. The game. The hardship. We just wanted to be young, dumb, and free. You taught me it’s okay to be sensitive, it’s okay to show some emotional intelligence, it’s okay to… love and not be ashamed about it. All that other stuff? The last game I had with the Elite? My father’s disappointment? That’s all confetti.”[/color] Who was it that taught him that? That love and enjoying yourself was the single, strongest most important factor in life? That the relationships were important, not the add-on celebration, the background noise, the icing on the cake? 

He couldn’t remember. 

Life is full of excitement that often comes to an end of a bigger journey. The last game of freshman year. Graduating Edenridge High. Finding out his mother has a terminal illness that was one hundred percent guaranteed to kill her. Good and bad, there’s always some kind of celebration to end the chapter. What mattered during that time was he got to play ball with people he loved. He got to spend most of the night trying to get home with the boy next to him. He got to dream peacefully before finding out the next morning Allison died. What mattered was he lived and took in the moment, like how forgiveness feels like standing in the rain, living life was kind of like a party. People came, people stayed, some left early, and some showed up late. In the end, after all the fun, games, and everything else in between, the people remaining there, help clean up the mess. They’re here to help sweep the confetti away, even if they didn’t make it. 

Hm.

Danny had a lot on his mind.  

All Marco did was listen to everything Danny said. He gave his boyfriend his undivided attention as he listened to the details of the dream. To all the things Danny admitted from who he would be if they never met to the many tragedies that Edenridge had to endure. Through it all, Marco couldn’t help but almost feel sad because he didn’t know that Danny had all of these thoughts in his head or that he thought about it.  But then that sadness that he almost felt was reverse uno’d.  

When Danny said that Marco was the reason he could love without shame, there was such a wide smile on his face that Marco didn’t even realize it until he met his gaze. [color=b8860b]“I’m sorry you had such a terrible dream, Danny…But thank you for telling me. Thank you for letting me know about it. We both have such horrific memories that haunt us, but..”[/color] He just stared at Danny for a few more seconds. He wasn’t just thinking about what he wanted to say but he took in the moment of his boyfriend. [color=b8860b]“..but it’s not something that should or would define us. We are better men than we were two, three, four years ago. And if I haven’t said it before, I’m just…so proud of you!”[/color]

[color=005d9e]“And I’m proud of you, Marco. For all I’ve put you through… for all the traumatic things you’ve been through. I’m proud of you.”[/color] Danny’s eyes, lips, and his spirit all shined at once, begging to come out and spend a day in the light, [color=005d9e]“You’re still here…”[/color] Danny leaned forward and pressed his lips against Marco’s forehead, [color=005d9e]“And I wouldn’t change that for the world.”[/color]

Marco had to let that sit for a long moment as he stared into Danny's eyes. It was almost ludicrous to think about everything that they went through and to not only be in a positive state in their relationship but that Marco wouldn't change any of it. Sure, one could make the argument that it was a lot of pain for both of them to go through and maybe it could have been avoided, but at some point pain is a hell of a teacher. Marco understood that more than anyone.

[color=b8860b]“I wouldn't either. We went through that so we could make our way back to each other and be here,”[/color]  he said with an almost-grin. 

That’s right. 

They went through too much to let any of this go.

As much as Danny’s dream did suck and did spook him a little, he was feeling better. A lot of it was thanks to his boyfriend. What would he have done if he didn’t have Marco to lean on? [i]That[/i] was a good question. Glancing over at the time, Danny acknowledged the fact that they indeed needed to rise and shine. They both had a day to conquer. 

[color=005d9e]“Okay,”[/color] Danny graced Marco’s face with more love through tender pecks, something he couldn’t help doing since they got back together. [color=005d9e]“This is what’s going to happen. We’re going to get up, get our steps in, and then I’d like for you to come with me to see my mother.”[/color] Danny took a moment to observe Marco’s reaction, hoping it was only positive, before asking for confirmation, [color=005d9e]“Okay?”[/color]

Danny always had this superpower of leaving Marco speechless. Usually it was for something he said or did when the door was closed and locked and it was just them, but right now it was for a whole different reason altogether. Mrs. Belmonte (Marco felt weird even thinking about calling her Silvia) had always liked Marco, or at least he [i]hoped[/i] she did. His own mother raised him the right way to always be respectful and his father doubled down on that. But even that aside, he always held Danny’s mother in high regard. She was amazing in every sense of the word, but there was also the fact that Marco only found out about her being sick when the two of them had become official, so there was that part of his mind that was entertaining a thought that [i]this[/i] was a big deal.

And if that didn’t make Marco just love his boyfriend even more. [color=b8860b]“Sounds like a plan!”[/color] He smiled, sitting upright. [color=b8860b]“And Danny..”[/color] Marco kept his eyes on his boyfriend, holding his hand and squeezing it tightly. [color=b8860b]“I love you.”[/color] It was much more than a casual showing of his feelings. In his eyes, Marco conveyed that he deeply appreciated Danny wanting to go see his mother. Together. He couldn’t find the words how much that meant to him.

Whenever they exchanged those three words, Danny became ever more devoted, ever more certain, and ever more madly in love. One day, he was going to marry this boy. He just had to convince his father beforehand. 

[color=005d9e]“I love you too.”[/color]

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