Gone and Alone

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(Ignore Star in the picture. An left in this story so it wouldnt make sense but just to show you how Marco's room looks like.)

Tom waited two weeks for Marco to be free yet, he never seemed to be. He woke early and went to bed late. "When are you free?"
"I don't know, I'm still busy."
"Doing what?"
"I have to wash dishes." "I have to clean the clothes." "I have to put up the clothes." "I have to vacuum." "I've got to cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner." "I'm going to the Dojo to do my classes." "I'm going to practice my Karate more." "I've got homework." "School is today." "I have to get that trash together and take it out." "Sorry, I've gotta go get the groceries and put them up."
Tom groaned everyday, insisting Marco stop for at least a day. "I can't Tom! It's not that easy! What do you know? You've got people doing everything for you!"

Tom had already almost moved into Marco's room, bringing his magic mirror, beanbag my chair, suitcases, and a mattress. His suit cases were by the desk, the luggage trying to be found a place in room. The magic mirror was usually hidden in a suitcase as Marco always seemed to get emotional when seeing it. The brunette had moved his desk so his beanbag chair could sit next to it with Tom's by his side. The mattress took place at the end of Marco's bed, where his beanbag used to be. Even with his own mattress, Tom usually slept with Marco.

Tom decided to let the brunette sleep in on Saturday, thinking it would be a good idea. Knowing how Marco reacted to the first noise of the alarm, he changed it to an hour later with a soft sound, to seven o'clock.
"Marco, wake up. Come on." The demon called, shaking the brunette who began to stir. "What time is it?" Marco groaned, sitting up to yawn. "Seven." With that said, the brunette went wide eyes and jumped up. He ran out of the room shouting, "Tom! What the hey?! What's wrong with you?!" The demon still sat on the bed confused until he heard a crashing noise. Rushing out the door, he saw Marco standing up from the bottom of the stairs and limping to the kitchen.
"Marco, you obviously can't walk properly so just sit down and don't go to Karate class today." Tom said, trying to reason with the brunette who was making eggs and bacon. "I can't just sit around! I've got lot's of things to do!" Marco argued. "Just tell me why you can't take one fucking day to take a break?" Tom asked, slamming his fist on a counter next to Marco. The brunette remained quiet, setting up the table to place the food before limping to the couch, plopping on it. He patted the spot next to him with a sigh as Tom slowly did so. "You know, I feel like it's all weighed on my shoulder, like I have to do it." Marco muttered, looking up to see his parents sitting down at the table. "Do you remember the other day? When I asked if you could stay with us. Did you hear what they said? My Mom said 'why didn't you tell me?' She was gone all day and she asked why didn't I tell her? What does she expect, I was busy cleaning and she wants me to hunt her down just to tell her that? Just watch what happens if I keep sitting here and not like usual." Marco said, looking at the ceiling with boredom. "Marco, hijo! Look at those dishes!" Came his Father's voice. "Marco, we're going out to bowl and eat tacos later, are you coming? If you cook, can we have some meat please?" They knew the brunette had karate, whether they forgot or not, it always seemed as if done purposely. Marco groaned inwardly, standing up and waking to the sink. He ignored the pain as he gave a brief 'no' and washed the dishes. Tom sat still until Marco's parents came up to him with a smile. "Tom, are you going to come with us? We're going to play some bowling then eat some tacos." His Mother offers politely, smiling. "Uh, no. Sorry but I'm going to stay with Marco." Tom said, standing up. "Oh, it's fine. I'm sure he can handle himself, he's a big boy now." Tom just shook his head with smile.
The demon watched the brunette cleaning the house, they were in the living room as the brunette was dusting the television which Tom was trying watched. "Marco, I can't see." The demon complained, earning a scoff. "Then go watch it in my room. You know I have a t.v. there." Marco said, turning around to put his hands on his hips. "Nah, I like this veiw better, it's much more entertaining." Tom said with a grin, catching Marco's blush. "Whatever Tom." Marco sighed, walking away and past Tom before was brought back by the demons unmistakable fire. "Hey! Tom!" The brunette said, being place in the demons lap. "Come on, just stay here with me." Tom begged, hugging the brunette tightly in his lap. "Only a bit." Marco said, laughing with a light blush.
The two spent ten minutes on the couch which became fifteen and then tweenty. They spent a few hours on the couch eventually, watching television and cuddling. "I've gotta get up now Tom." Marco said, beginning to move until Tom gripped into Marco's waist, keeping him in place as the brunette let out a squeak. "How do you make those noises? They're so cute, just like you." Tom said, kissing Marco's bright red cheek. "Quit it." Marco pouted, pushing away the demon playfully. "I'm serious." Tom said, burying himself in the crook of Marco's neck. He then released the others waist, pulling away from the brunette. He could see Marco blushing even more. Then Tom did something that he never thought he'd do, he just suddenly got up and rushed out of the house. He didn't know why. And he was becoming so close with Marco and he was just hugging him, he thought about kissing the brunette. But, he couldn't bring himself too. He knew Marco was confused and worried, that was just how he was.
When Tom finally did come back he found Marco crying his eyes out in the kitchen before he stopped suddenly, wiping his eyes and sniffing. "They don't care. He doesn't care and you should've known. Your parents do seem to care. But, they're my Mom and dad so they should." Marco muttered, taking in shaky breaths before looking into the sink to see piles of dirty dishes. "I knew I should've been cleaning." Tom just stood there, not knowing what exactly to do. Should he comfort Marco? Maybe announce his presence? Maybe just go to the room him and Marco now shared? Or just go back to the underworld? Marco began to hum again it sounded like but then listening closer, Tom realized he was singing. But his voice continued to crack as he would stop and breath. It was the song they danced to the other day.
"Marco?" The called brunette jumped, letting out another squeak, dropping a glass plate that shattered on the ground. Immediately, as if on instinct, the brunette dropped to his knees and began picking up the pieces. He gathered up the large ones and doubled bagged them before sweeping up the smaller ones and placing it in the same bag. He tied it and carried it outside with the other trash. When he returned, he continued doing the dishes. Tom walked up by his side, looking into the others face which was blank. As if he was unconscious to the real world, as if deep in thought. "Marco, are you mad at me?" The demon asked, almost fearful. "What? Why would I be mad at you?" Marco asked, looking up to Tom. "I don't know. Cause I bolted out on you?" Marco only shook his head before going back to the task beforehand. "That was your choice. I can't do nothing about it." Marco said. "But I was just... nevermind." Tom said before they both went silent. It ws only broken when a ring caused the brunette to dash for the home phone, putting it to his ear before hanging up. "It's my parents, they're saying that they'll stay out even longer. They also said we could go over there with them anytime we want." Marco said, looking down as he continued to stay there. "Marco?" Tom whispered, afraid the other was upset at him. The brunette just began to move and finished up the dishes before he dried his hands. Marco then walked upstairs, leaving the demon be in the kitchen. He was up there for a minute or two, seemingly quiet besides a creak. When he finally returned, he had a peice of paper in hand and tape. Marco walker passed the other and outside before coming back in. Tom watched still as the brunette seemed to go in his room until there was another creak. Maybe he wasn't in his room? He knew Marco's room door didn't creak but didn't want to think about that at the moment. He was just standing there, unsure of what to do next. Should he go comfort the other? But he already messsed up by ditching Marco earlier. Check the note? Maybe.
So that's what the demon did. It was written on a sheet of notebook paper with pencil, reading:
'Mom, Dad, I'm taking a break and going to stop doing things for the rest of this day and tomorrow.
Tom, I know you're most likely reading this because I know you're a nosy person or demon. Just so you know, I'm really not mad at you. And no, I'm not free either.'
Tom sighed out. How Marco was so smart, he'd never know. The brunette obviously had been studying him closely or else, like others, wouldn't have known he was a bit nosy. He also knew the demon would wonder if he was free. The demon entered the house, going up to Marco's room to find it empty. He checked other places until there was only Star's old room to look.