A/N: Small little one-shot. One-shots make me happy. Kind of pointless, just some unrequited MR. Hope you enjoy!

October 26th

Mark decided on that date. That was when it happened. When Roger crawled back in from the fire escape, acoustic guitar held firmly in his hand and a look of frustration plastered on his young face.

It was late. Probably 1 or 2 in the morning. Mark's watch had broken months ago, so he got used to estimating what time it was. He hadn't realized he was staring. Not until Roger said something. Mark wasn't even sure what he said, something like, "What?" Or "Why are you staring at me like that?"

All Mark could do was smile and shake his head.

October 26th was the day that Mark Cohen was certain that he fell in love with Roger Davis. Something about the way that Roger's blond hair fell across his emerald green eyes, or the way that he leaned against the loft windows or the confused smirk he gave walking back to his bedroom.

Mark almost shouted after him, almost begged him not to leave his sight, but bit his tongue. He was well aware of Roger's sexual orientation, as well as his reputation with women.

As if by some small miracle, Roger reappeared out of his bedroom. "Did you call me?"

Mark thought. Did he actually say something?

Roger furrowed his eyebrows. "You're acting really strange tonight."

Mark let out a small laugh. "Yeah...must be something I ate..."

Must be love.

"Oh." Roger said. What else could he say? "Well, I'm staying in tonight."

Mark's head shot up. "But...what about Mimi? I thought you had plans."

"Um..." Roger averted his eyes to the loft floor. "I think um...I think Mimi's cheating on me."

Mark's jaw dropped to the floor. "But why?"

Roger quickly shook his head, obviously uncomfortable. "Ask her."

"But you two were-"

Made for each other. As much as it killed him inside, that's what Mark was going to say. And sadly, he meant it.

But Roger cut him off. "Mark...please?" He looked up at him with desperate eyes. "Can we not talk about this?"

Mark nodded. "Sure."

Roger nodded in suit. "I'm um...I'm going to go to bed. I'm not really up for anything fun tonight. See you tomorrow."

Mark said something. What it was, he wasn't really sure. Maybe a "Yeah," or a "See you then,".

For the first time in...ever, Roger left him tongue-tied.

Tongue-tied for the one person who's off-limits.

Mark retreated into his bedroom and fell asleep as well, dreaming of blonde hair and emerald eyes.