Author's Note: SO EXCITED FOR THIS NEW FIC! Now that Will I? is complete, I have moved on to a Mark/Roger fanficiton which I am pretty excited about! As you can probably tell, I SHIP IT! Please enjoy!
CHAPTER 1: ORIENTATION
School started on September 4th 1970. Mark kissed goodbye to his mom and waved to his father, before standing up as straight as he could, and walking into the open doors of the school.
He hadn't been drafted yet, but his parents suspected he would be, and sent him off to a military boarding school. Technically, he couldn't get drafted until he was 17, and he was 16 at the time...although his birthday was approaching.
He carries his few small bags inside and goes to talk to the scary looking man at the front desk. He couldn't even get a word out before the man asked for his name. "Mark...Mark Cohen." He tells him. The man nods slightly and looks through a long list of names. After a couple page turns he puts down his clipboard and reaches for a key. "Room 204 B." He says, handing mark the silver key. Mark nods and thanks him, before wandering around, and hoping to stumble upon his room.
Eventually he finds the B wing, and has to walk all the way down the hallway before finding 204. He tries to open the door with the small silver object he held in his hand. This is unsuccessful at first, but he finally manages to get the door to budge. The wooden door opens to reveal a room with two small beds, which share a night stand, as well as ONE dark brown dresser leaning against the opposite wall. Each bed has an antique looking chest at the foot of it. Mark thinks of a treasure chest when he first sees them, until he realizes the only 'treasure' he'll be putting in there will be his underwear.
Mark spots a door that leads to a small bathroom with a shower, a toilet, and a sink surrounded by white, cracked marble, with a dusty mirror hanging above it. Mark sighs, already missing his luxurious house in Scarsdale...but ends up smiling at the fact that he'll never have to go back there.
Suddenly he hears someone trying to open the door, with some trouble as well. Mark drops his bags on the carpeted floor outside the bathroom, and goes to open the door for whomever was outside. He opens the door and sees a boy, much taller than him, with dirty blond hair that goes a little past his ears, and gorgeous green eyes. He seems already quite built, unlike Mark, who although he was skinny...did not have much muscle.
"Thanks." The boy smirks and walks into the room, that is being illuminated only by the sunlight shining in through the two small windows. The tall boy looks around and then sighs. "Not very big, but it will do." He says already stretching out on the bed on the left side of the room, which he had already claimed his.
Mark smiles. "Yeah, I'm Mark." He says shyly. Roger smiles. "Nice to meet you Mark, I'm Roger." He holds out his hand for Mark to shake, and mark does. After a moment Roger starts talking again. "So are we the only ones in this room?" He says, glancing around again.
"Unless someone's gonna sleep on the floor, then I guess so." Mark says. Roger chuckles. "Great."
Mark and Roger then begin busying themselves with unpacking their stuff and putting clothes into the drawers of the creaky old dresser. Roger takes the top two drawers (probably because he's at least two inches taller than Mark) and Mark takes the bottom two.
"When's dinner?" Roger asks, halfway through stuffing things into his trunk which sat situated at the end of his bed. Mark shrugs. "No idea, we should probably go down soon though, we don't want to get in trouble on the first day." He tells Roger. Roger nearly laughs.
"Oh Marky, my middle name is trouble." He puts his arm around Mark's shoulders and they both walk out of the room, heading down the marble staircase which leads to the dining area.
Mark could tell right then and there, that he and Roger were going to be great friends.