Marco's eye lights went out breifly as he watched Drake run,he then lit them again,fully,and slammed a hand downward palm down,slamming Kirk to the ground on his back before running off to make sure Drake was okay.

Drake cowered in the farthest stall from the door, his back pressed against the door. His heartbeat echoed against it, as hot tears rolled down his face. He didn't know why, but his heart was racing. I mean, he was embarrassed, sure, but it was more than that. The way that kid had stood up for him, had helped him...
He shook his head out of it. There was NO way that he liked a DUDE. That was just...
Well, he WAS kinda hot.. in a... dude way...
No no no no no no no, absolutely not. Not happening. No. There was no way...

Marco came in,looking around and noticing Drakes shadow under the stall door. He didn't approuch,as not to be pushy,and called in a soft gentle tone. Different from how he'd spoken before,tho it wasn't 100% kind because he wasn't used to being nice. "Hey,you okay?"

Drake bit his lip, sucking in his breath to hide his shakiness from crying.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine, thanks for helping me out earlier..."
He wiped his face with his food-covered sleeve.

"No prob,if you'd like,I could clean that mess that jerk made on you." He offered,walking to a sink and sitting on its brim.

"Um... sure..."
Wait- what?! He didn't want anyone to see that he'd been crying, especially not this kid. Speaking of which, what was his name, anyway?
"Hey, uh... what's your name?"
Drake asked as he unlatched the door, trying his best to hide the crying from his voice.

Marco didn't notice the faint hint of crying in Drakes voice,he just watched the ground with purple eyes that shifted with light to dark shades of glittering lavender. "Marco...Marco Flordaz."

(Wait what's Drake's last name?)
"Oh, uh... well, thanks for helping me out, again... Marco."
He felt his face flushing, but forced it away. Something about this kid- er- Marco was just... he couldn't help it...
NO. His father's voice echoed in his head, "Drake, remember, if a boy likes a boy, both of them go to (heck)."
He forced all the flurrying thoughts out of his head, and focused on a dirt spot on the floor.

(Jackson) "No problem." He said,lifting his eyes to gaze at the other boy. Before it went away,he noticed the flush of his face but he just kicked his own left calf to keep anything weird coming to his head. He agily jumped off the brim of the sink and came over to Drake,lighting his eyes faintly and making a gently flicking motion toward him and causing gentle lavender light to come and wipe away the mess,the remidants swirling a bit before Marco flicked his wrist and sent them down a sink drain.

"Um... thanks..." he mumbled again, chewing the inside of his cheek. He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, and hoped he would chalk it up to embarrassment.
(Also nice use of agily)