I Just Peed a Little
Summary: Collins brings over a plate of special brownies, and Mark had a few too many. OneShot!
Disclaimer: Didn't I tell you? I wrote RENT. I did, I know you're jealous.
Thank you, Jonathan Larson
"Yo," Collins said, walking into the loft. Angel's arm was looped through his. He held a plate of brownies in his empty hand.
"What's that?" Mark asked, motioning to the baked goods.
"Brownies," he answered, "my special recipe." He grinned.
"Great," Mark said, taking the plate. He put it on the table, and took one for himself. As he bit into it, he moaned with pleasure. "God, man, these are good."
"I told you," Collins said, "they're special."
Mark plopped on the old couch next to his old roommate and his lover. After scarfing the last of his piece, he stood. "I need another," he laughed.
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After a little while, six brownies had been eaten by Mark alone and he began to feel the "specialty" of Collins' recipe.
"I'm starting to feel those brownies," he said.
"I know," Angel said, "Aren't they delicious?" she stood, and kissed her lover on the cheek. "I have to go pick up our ATZ," she told Mark, "I'll be back in a bit."
As she left the loft, Mark stood and removed his zip-up jacket. "Man, I'm roasting," he said, and took off his scarf, too. "Aren't you hot?" he asked Collins.
"No, I'm fine. I am a bit hungry, though." The teacher stood and walked to the kitchenette.
"I'll grab a snack, too," Mark said, joining him. He opened the fridge, and peeked at the food inside. "Pickles!" he shouted, and pulled out the jar. Collins looked disgusted as he watched his friend pull out the pickle slices one by one and shove them into his mouth.
Collins just took out a beer, and followed Mark to the couch again. He sat down, and opened the can. His friend jumped onto the cushion next to him, causing the liquid to spill out. Mark giggled. The giggle turned to a laugh, which turned to him thrashing in laughter.
"Oh my God!" he roared, "That's hilarious!" He took a few deep breaths as his friend sipped his beer. After a moment, he to Collins, "Sorry, man. I think I just peed a little."
He began laughing hysterically again. "I peed! It was so funny that I peed!"
Angel walked in the front door with a little bag in her hand. "What's going on?" she asked.
Mark stood op on the couch and started jumping. "You should have heard what Collins just said!" he shouted, "It was so funny that I peed!"
Angel looked skeptical. "What did he say?" she asked.
He stopped laughing and though for a moment. A grin broke out on his face. "I don't remember!" he said. "It was so funny, that I forgot!"
She leaned up to Collins' ear and whispered, "What's with Mark?"
"He thinks that he's high," he explained.
"Oh," Angel responded, "but doesn't he know that by 'special,' you mean your grandmother's recipe?"