Well, hello everyone. This is the first in my little collection of Mark x Roger oneshots. Some of them will be little stories from someone's POV like this one, maybe a little poem, or things like that…But they'll all be Mark x Roger. Some of them could just be taken as friendship..Some not XD So, enjoy
Disclaimer: I don't own Rent…I'm just renting it.
"A Starving Artist" (Roger's POV)
You could definitely say we live the lives of starving artists. There are nights when the temperature in the loft drops to below zero. There are mornings when I go to the cabinet for breakfast and I find nothing. There are times when I'm sick and bedridden, and I can't even afford medicine. But I wonder, is that what a starving artist really is? I mean, is the artist starving for food, for warmth? Or is the artist starving for something else? Well, I had never really thought much about my question. Maybe I had given up on finding an answer. But on a day where Mark walks out the door, tells me he's going to go film, and I stay home to play my guitar, I realize something. There are nights when its freezing, and Mark cuddles up to me under the covers, just to keep me warm. There are mornings when I find no food in the cabinet, and Mark helps me search the loft for spare change to buy some. There are times when I'm sick and bedridden, and Mark doesn't leave my side. So there it is, my answer; all a starving artist needs is another starving artist.