Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, They belong to the late, great Jonathon Larson and we should all be thanking him for them!
Authors Note: Sorry about the spacing problem before, it saved like that for some reason ::shrug:: anyway. I know some of the tenses are messed up, I'm working on that I swear. I just wanted to post to see what people think. I have the rest of the story done its just a matter of getting over my laziness and typing it out. So keep the reviews coming guys!
'I met my soul mate today. Well, I guess met isn't exactly the word, I've known
him my whole life. I never thought about Roger this way before. He was always
just Rog, my best friend since high school, but when he touched me tonight that
all changed. I'm in love with my best friend.' When Mark thought those words it
hit him hard. He was in love with his best friend.
- - - - - - -
"Wake up ya lazy bum!" Roger smiles cheerily at Mark as he jumps on the foot of
his bed and starts jumping up and down.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to jump on the bed?" He sleepily smiles at
his own wittiness.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah" Roger jumps down with a big thud. "Well, pookie, are you
going to get up or what?"
"You're never going to let me live that little nickname down are you?"
"Oh hell no, it's just too good to pass up" Roger grins.
"So, Roger buddy, what's going on today?" he looks at his friend questioningly.
"Well, Mimi has to work so I was thinking we could do something today. It's been
a long time since it was me and you"
"Yeah I know, SOMEBODY has become too busy for lil' ol' Mark!"
Roger starts to stay something in his own defense but quickly changes his mind
"Well today I'm all yours babe!"
"Yay!" The sarcasm drips from Marks voice as he slips into a smile. Roger
playfully punches his arm.
"Oh you know you love me"
"Hmmmm, love, right yeah that" Mark is smiling. Roger wants to keep this up
because it is a rare occasion to see him smile.
Mark loved Rogers smile. He had the type of smile that could wash away all of
his problems. He was always jealous of Roger's looks. He had the spiked blond
hair, ice blue eyes, gorgeous smile. Roger was gorgeous, that was the only word
to describe him. Mark recalled one time when him and Roger were in the park and
these two girls walked up to them and started talking to Roger. They completely
ignored Mark, then again most people do. He once saw a shirt that said "I dig
pale scrawny guys". He vowed if he ever saw a girl walking around the city
wearing that shirt he would walk up to her and pretty much throw himself at her.
It has yet to happen.
"Mark!? Earth to Mark!! Are you there" He snaps out of his daze to Roger calling
to him and waving his hands in front of his face.
"Wha- huh- oh sorry" Mark blushes mildly.
"Well come on lets do SOMEthing!" Roger is getting impatient.
"Okay, okay. Let me go take a shower then I'm all yours." He gets up, gathers
some clothes and smells them. "Hmmm, I think these are clean" He shrugs giving
Roger one last grin before disappearing out of the room and into the bathroom.
Soon the sound of Mark singing fills the loft. Roger just smiles and shakes his
head to himself.
"I'm going to get some coffee from down the street" Roger calls out towards the
bathroom "I'll be back in a few"
"Okay" He hears Mark barely yell back between the words to some unknown song.
The phone rings as Roger starts walking out of the loft. He screens.
"Roger- It's Collins." He runs over and picks up the phone
"Hey Col-Collins what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Sudden urge is apparent in
Rogers voice "Did something..what? No, that's impossible, no! that's not right!
She can't!" Roger hangs up the phone and sinks to the ground. His arms are
wrapped around his knees with his face buried.
Mark comes out of the bathroom still humming "So how'd you like my singing? I
was thinking of taking over the musician half of this friendship" Mark is standing in the doorway of the bathroom with one towel wrapped around his waist and another roughly rubbing his hair dry. "So where's the cof-" He sees Roger sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth his eyes wide with terror. Mark runs and sits next to him. "Roger what happened?" Roger slowly turns his head towards his until they are eye to eye. "Mimi's dead." He collapses into Marks arms and weeps.
He lets Roger lay in his arms until he finally comes out of his hysterics. Mark slowly pulls Roger away and looks him on the eyes "What happened?"
"I-I don't know. It was an accident. I don't know everything but she got into a
car accident. They did all they could but by the time they got her to the
hospital she was- she was-" Roger broke into hysterics again. "Shh..shh....it's
alright. Just let it all out" Mark tries everything he can to comfort his best
friend "Roger it's okay. We'll get through this together" Mark looks at his best
friends tear stained face. He holds back his own tears knowing that he has to be
strong for his musician. "Come on Roger, lets get you to your room to lay down"
Roger just nods mechanically. Mark helps him to his feet and into his room. He
gives his hand a quick squeeze and turns to walk out. Roger grabs his arm and
with panic in his eyes shouts " Please don't go. I don't want to be alone" "Of
course Roger. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere" Mark sits beside his bed with
one arm draped next to him. Roger begins silently crying again. Mark wouldn't
have known it if not for his shoulders violently shaking. He strokes his head
"It'll be okay Rog. It'll be okay". Roger reaches up and grabs his hand giving
it a gentle squeeze. Soon he falls asleep still holding Marks hand in his grasp.
Authors Note: Sorry about the spacing problem before, it saved like that for some reason ::shrug:: anyway. I know some of the tenses are messed up, I'm working on that I swear. I just wanted to post to see what people think. I have the rest of the story done its just a matter of getting over my laziness and typing it out. So keep the reviews coming guys!
'I met my soul mate today. Well, I guess met isn't exactly the word, I've known
him my whole life. I never thought about Roger this way before. He was always
just Rog, my best friend since high school, but when he touched me tonight that
all changed. I'm in love with my best friend.' When Mark thought those words it
hit him hard. He was in love with his best friend.
- - - - - - -
"Wake up ya lazy bum!" Roger smiles cheerily at Mark as he jumps on the foot of
his bed and starts jumping up and down.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to jump on the bed?" He sleepily smiles at
his own wittiness.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah" Roger jumps down with a big thud. "Well, pookie, are you
going to get up or what?"
"You're never going to let me live that little nickname down are you?"
"Oh hell no, it's just too good to pass up" Roger grins.
"So, Roger buddy, what's going on today?" he looks at his friend questioningly.
"Well, Mimi has to work so I was thinking we could do something today. It's been
a long time since it was me and you"
"Yeah I know, SOMEBODY has become too busy for lil' ol' Mark!"
Roger starts to stay something in his own defense but quickly changes his mind
"Well today I'm all yours babe!"
"Yay!" The sarcasm drips from Marks voice as he slips into a smile. Roger
playfully punches his arm.
"Oh you know you love me"
"Hmmmm, love, right yeah that" Mark is smiling. Roger wants to keep this up
because it is a rare occasion to see him smile.
Mark loved Rogers smile. He had the type of smile that could wash away all of
his problems. He was always jealous of Roger's looks. He had the spiked blond
hair, ice blue eyes, gorgeous smile. Roger was gorgeous, that was the only word
to describe him. Mark recalled one time when him and Roger were in the park and
these two girls walked up to them and started talking to Roger. They completely
ignored Mark, then again most people do. He once saw a shirt that said "I dig
pale scrawny guys". He vowed if he ever saw a girl walking around the city
wearing that shirt he would walk up to her and pretty much throw himself at her.
It has yet to happen.
"Mark!? Earth to Mark!! Are you there" He snaps out of his daze to Roger calling
to him and waving his hands in front of his face.
"Wha- huh- oh sorry" Mark blushes mildly.
"Well come on lets do SOMEthing!" Roger is getting impatient.
"Okay, okay. Let me go take a shower then I'm all yours." He gets up, gathers
some clothes and smells them. "Hmmm, I think these are clean" He shrugs giving
Roger one last grin before disappearing out of the room and into the bathroom.
Soon the sound of Mark singing fills the loft. Roger just smiles and shakes his
head to himself.
"I'm going to get some coffee from down the street" Roger calls out towards the
bathroom "I'll be back in a few"
"Okay" He hears Mark barely yell back between the words to some unknown song.
The phone rings as Roger starts walking out of the loft. He screens.
"Roger- It's Collins." He runs over and picks up the phone
"Hey Col-Collins what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Sudden urge is apparent in
Rogers voice "Did something..what? No, that's impossible, no! that's not right!
She can't!" Roger hangs up the phone and sinks to the ground. His arms are
wrapped around his knees with his face buried.
Mark comes out of the bathroom still humming "So how'd you like my singing? I
was thinking of taking over the musician half of this friendship" Mark is standing in the doorway of the bathroom with one towel wrapped around his waist and another roughly rubbing his hair dry. "So where's the cof-" He sees Roger sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth his eyes wide with terror. Mark runs and sits next to him. "Roger what happened?" Roger slowly turns his head towards his until they are eye to eye. "Mimi's dead." He collapses into Marks arms and weeps.
He lets Roger lay in his arms until he finally comes out of his hysterics. Mark slowly pulls Roger away and looks him on the eyes "What happened?"
"I-I don't know. It was an accident. I don't know everything but she got into a
car accident. They did all they could but by the time they got her to the
hospital she was- she was-" Roger broke into hysterics again. "Shh..shh....it's
alright. Just let it all out" Mark tries everything he can to comfort his best
friend "Roger it's okay. We'll get through this together" Mark looks at his best
friends tear stained face. He holds back his own tears knowing that he has to be
strong for his musician. "Come on Roger, lets get you to your room to lay down"
Roger just nods mechanically. Mark helps him to his feet and into his room. He
gives his hand a quick squeeze and turns to walk out. Roger grabs his arm and
with panic in his eyes shouts " Please don't go. I don't want to be alone" "Of
course Roger. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere" Mark sits beside his bed with
one arm draped next to him. Roger begins silently crying again. Mark wouldn't
have known it if not for his shoulders violently shaking. He strokes his head
"It'll be okay Rog. It'll be okay". Roger reaches up and grabs his hand giving
it a gentle squeeze. Soon he falls asleep still holding Marks hand in his grasp.