A/N: Just a little blurb I wrote with EvilEatingSanta's help with some of the ideas. I hope you guys like! T for a little language.
Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson's.
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"Take your AZT" Mark says, coming out of the bathroom and wiping his bright blond hair dry with a towel. He's fully clothed, water dripping from his nose and hair, but leaving no damp patches on his outfit. He places his glasses on his nose, pushing them up to meet his forehead, sighing.
"Mark, I've been taking my AZT for years." I respond moodily, even though I haven't taken it for the day quite yet. I always count on Mark telling me to take my AZT, even if I do remember for myself. It's become a constant. Today I just feel like fighting it.
"I know that." He moves to the kitchen, opening the empty fridge and then migrating over to make sure the cabinets are also empty.
"Then why do you have to tell me everyday to take it?" I look over at him from my seat on the couch, shifting my guitar in my hands and leaning my head back against the cushion behind it. Mark simply shrugs, grasping the only box of cereal left and slamming it down on the counter next to him.
"I don't know, I just…I just want to make sure that you take it." He pours the cereal into the bowl, letting a few pieces fall haphazardly around, then just staring at them instead of picking them up. His blue eyes shine in the sunlight, but I can still see the bags under them from waking up so late in the morning. Hell, I doubt I'd call one in the afternoon the morning.
"Well I will. Don't worry about me." A small blush creeps towards my cheeks, but somehow I'm able to press against them and stop it from spreading. I've been hiding this too long, begging for a moment to say something. For a moment when I would be alone with him. I've had so many opportunities but for some reason I didn't say it. I knew that it would ruin things. But I'm ruining myself keeping it all built up.
Most people could handle this, but not me. I have to take action. I'm surprised I haven't done anything before. I'm surprised I haven't let something slip at least once over the past month. Has it been a month? Holy fuck.
"Just take your AZT and I won't worry about you." He says smiling, and handing me the bottle. His smile is so sweet, so caring and loving, it just makes my problem worse.
"Mark…I love you." My words come out more confidently than I would have imagined, with more force than I've ever used before. His reaction is predictable, a brief uncomfortable laugh, a shake of the head, his mind spinning with confused thoughts before a hesitant stutter rushes from his blubbering mouth. I take the bottle out of his hand and he stares at me, but all I can do is smile.
"Wh…what?" He scoffs, backing away from me slowly as if I'm about to make some aggressive move.
"I…just…it's been in the back of my mind for so long…I've been denying it. But…I can't…anymore." A smile forces itself onto my lips, looking false and petty, but a part of me is relieved I could finally get it out.
I open the bottle, remove one pill, and swallow it. That wasn't so hard.
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Notes: Like? Short, I know, but the rest is up to you. Review please? Love comes with! Thanks!