"Close in on Roger Davis, desprately attempting to nap on the couch," Mark spoke dramatically, hovering over his best friend, camera seemingly attached to his hands as per ususal.

"Zoom in on Mark Cohen with a bloody nose because he wouldn't leave Roger Davis, alone," grumbled Roger irritably.

Mark laughed, Roger's eyes never opened as he tried to master the technique known only as

'Ignore Mark and maybe he'll go away'

Roger decided he needed a new technique, because this one never worked.

So as Mark continued to film him and commentate on the sad little life that they lived, Roger only grew more irritated.

"Tell the folks back home what you're doing, Roger." In reply, Roger threw up his middle finger. Mark only smirked,

"Come on Roger, the camera loves you!" suddenly an idea sparked in Roger's head, a brilliant one at that. He sat up and grinned at his friend.

"Well, Mark you're technically the camera, considering its an object not a person. Therefore it can't 'love' anything, right?"

"Uh..right.." Mark, feeling caught off guard and was certaintly not liking the direction that the conversation was heading.

Roger only continued to grin.

He stood and walked over to Mark, who now had his arms at his sides, his camera positioned to film the ground, Mark was suddenly aware of how close Roger's face was to his, and he felt his breath catch in his throat.

"Are you sure it's the camera, and not you that loves me?" Roger spoke finally, a smirk evident on his face,

"I..uh, that was just a figure..of..of,"

Mark stammered, normally Roger and his playfully flirtatious antics never made him react this way..but today..today was diffierent.

Roger's smirk only grew more as he stepped backwards a few inches, his hands rung together behind his back.

"Looking for this?" Roger asked, as he held up Mark..Mark's camera..

Mark looked down to find that his camera was missing from his hand, how? When did..what?

For that short moment he had caught Mark off guard, Roger had stealthfully snsnatched the object out of his hands. Suddenly the nervousness and embarrassmeant vanished from Mark's face, he narrowed his eyes and now, only anger was shown.

"Give it back, Roger," Mark's tone was dangerously low, Roger only looked at him innocently, holding up the camera.

"Oh, you mean this?" Roger smiled mischievously, "Come get it."

He ran, and Mark chased after him.

The songwriter dashed around the corner with the cameraman dead on his heels, when Mark cornered him to the back wall, Roger made sure to successfully secure the camera behind him as Mark came closer and closer. Suddenly, Roger himself felt very intimidated by..Mark! Of all people..but Mark's face was a few inches from his and..smirking? Mark is smirking!?

Then their lips touch, and Roger closes his eyes and he finds himself resting a palm against the filmmaker's cheek, kissing Mark is like..wow..Roger didn't even plan for this to happen, he just wanted to screw with the guy! And now..well, he's kissing his best friend, something that he never expected he'd do.

And then the contact is gone, Mark is standing a couple of steps away from him and he's smiling like Mark always does and he's holding up his camera.

"Don't mess with me, Davis." Are the man's only words as he turns around and walks into the other room.

Roger is still leaned against the wall an hour later, trying to figure out just when his best friend got so cocky..and attractive..