-1So yeah- my attempt at some normal stuff here. So its basically a teen mark/roger story and this is just the prologue so read and let me know if I should go on or not. I own nothing

Roger's view point

You knew from the moment you laid eyes on this man that he was something special. You didn't know what it was about this boy that got your heart thumping like crazy when you were alone. It was bizarre to yourself how infatuated you were about your friend. You felt bad for keeping this secret from him but it was better this way. Of course you knew for a fact that Mark wasn't particularly your way and even if he was why would he risk the friendship for something like lust? So why kill the dream with reality, You could hang onto your thoughts of Mark without the cruel reality of knowing none of these things would ever come true. Then again You always could be wrong.

"And I just told her that…" Mark ranted on about his previous misadventures with his on again, off again girlfriend Maureen Johnson.

You listened to Mark with a smile on your face and your chin in the palm of your hand. You nodded, not quite sure what Mark was talking about but rather enjoying the sound of his voice. Now your looking into Mark's eyes, taking in every little thing about him. You adore the way Mark's lower lip sticks out just right when he pouts. You can feel yourself drooling as you begin to ponder the thought of having Mark's lips on yours. You head slowly cocks to the side as you lick at your lips.

"She was all like…" He continues now using elaborate hand motions to help tell his story

Mark continues unbeknownst to him that you aren't taking in a single thig that is being said. You nod and stare intently as Mark removes his MIT sweatshirt to reveal the solid white tee that hugs Mark's body perfectly. You've told him this before but only in a teasing manner but still you feel that Mark's wears it just to get you going. You're so full of yourself. Mischeavious thoughts float around you as u look at the cold ice water place before you and You feel yourself blushing and unable to keep a smile off your face as little thoughts pour into your head, how you could easily knock over this glass of water in front of you, which in return would reveal Mark's toned body.

"So I just said fuck that and then I…" Mark quirks a grin at you "Rog? Are you even listening to me?"

"Wha- Oh yeah um" you look down and laugh "I'm sorry" you smile and reach across the table and stroke the backside of Mark's hand softly. This isn't anything new to you, you've shared these moments before but for some reason this feels different.

Mark's lips parted slightly before he smiled and pulled back "Eh no reason to get all girly on me Rog" there was a moment of silence before Mark reached back across the table to take your hand in his again "Big hands" he commented

You pretend to be offended at this "They aren't big…you just have tiny hands"

"Anything to justify your freakishly huge hands" He laughs softly

You match your left hand with Mark's and try not to think about the sweat droplets forming at your temple and the rush of blood coursing through your veins, Mark has soft hands, you think as you feel this undeniable spark ignite between the two of you and stare straight into Mark's crystal blue eyes. You hesitantly began to entwine your fingers with Mark's but was cut short when your beeper decided that this was the perfect moment to go off.

You swear under your breath as you pulled away and to the belt loop of your pants to check your beeper. It was Mimi. You smile at the thought of your gorgeous girlfriend and suddenly what you felt for Mark had vanished in just a short time but nonetheless they were still there. You look back up to your friend who at the moment was adverting his eyes in any direction but the man in front of him.

"Let me guess- Mimi right?" Mark said knowingly

"How'd you know?" you smile tucking your beeper back inside your pants pocket, which really are too tight for you to be putting anything in them

Mark sighed "You get that look on your face every time you think about her" he said standing up and finishing his chamomile tea and pulling his sweater back on "I'll see ya around"

"Mark" you frown as he all but runs away from you. "Where the hell are you running off to? We were talking ya know" you turn around in your chair and let your eyes follow him out before you get up and follow him outside where the cold wind swipes across your bare arms and your thinking that maybe you should have put your leather jacket back on before you rushed after him.

"I remembered that I-" He tries to compose a lie

"You didn't remember shit, you're trying to get away from me…I can tell" You say as you fold your arms across your chest and stare back into those mysterious blue eyes of his once more. You wish you could read them better.

"I am not" He states boldly "Just- Don't you need to call Mimi or something" he shivers against the cold "I have to meet Maureen" he says quietly

"Y-Yeah" you mutter as you take a step closer "You'll call?" you ask shyly which seems weird to both of you, the way you say it so intimately, and you can't tell if it's the cold air or you that's turning Mark's cheeks a light shade of red but you like to think that its you.

Mark shrugs and looks around the two of you "Yeah of course- I'll call" he gives a half smile for your sake.

You nod and watch the blonde walk away from you and the feelings you had for your best suddenly come back, and stronger than ever.