Okay this is my first fanfic (that I've submitted.. I've written some other things when I was bored about how Mark and Roger met but they sucked) so please don't be cruel. Oh and the question mark on my key board broke, so this thing, is now a question mark. Oh yeah and half way through the chapter I got sick of typing "Roger thought" so just know when the sentence begins with a… one of these.. 'And ends with one of these' its Roger's thoughts…ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own RENT. I don't rent it either.

Roger woke up. He didn't hear anything outside his room. 'Yes!' he thought. 'Maybe this means that Mark is still sleeping!'

He tip toed out of his room so Mark wouldn't hear him. The door to Mark's room squeaked slightly as he pushed it open just enough to stick his head in. There, lying on his back in bed sleeping like an angel was Mark. 'He's so cute when he sleeps.' Roger thought, with a huge smile sweeping over his face. 'Adorable. I love him so much. Today I'm gonna let him know. I hope he feels the same way.' Suddenly, something he had never considered came to mind, 'What if he isn't gay What if he's disgusted with this- with me- and wants to move out. God, I don't know what I'd do if he left. Maybe I shouldn't tell him. Maybe I-'

Mark began to move. Roger ripped his head out of the doorway and heard Mark yawn from the other side of the door. Roger ran over to the couch and pretended to be tuning his guitar. The door to Mark's room swung open and Mark walked out in his boxers.

"Morning Rog," Mark said smiling. 'Oh god. Oh god. He's so HOT! And he's got the cutest smile' Roger thought. 'I can't stand him not knowing. I just can't keep doing this! I've got to tell him.'

"Hey Mark, can I… um…ask you something " Roger asked quickly with a nervous smile on his face.

"Sure, what " Mark asked happily.

"Well, would you ever consider- I mean, Mark I- err…," he looked into Mark's eyes, which were curiously searching his face. He saw those eyes and couldn't think.

"Skeef," Roger said thoughtlessly.

"What the hell does skeef mean " Mark asked laughing slightly.

"You know… never mind," Roger said. 'Not now,' he thought. 'I can't right now,'

Right then someone knocked at the door.

Come in!" Roger yelled, glad someone had come in to stop the ocwardness of this conversation.

The door swung open. "Morning boys!" Angel sang.

"Hey Angel," Mark said. "Haven't seen you in a while. How was vacation with Collins " he asked.

"GREAT!" She said. She obviously meant it too.

"That's good," Mark said laughing.

'He's got such a cute laugh.' Roger thought.

"Well," Angel continued. "Collins had to pick his brother up from the airport and drive him somewhere in New Jersey so I was bored and came here!" She looked around at the boys' smiling faces waiting for them to come up with an idea of something to do "Let's go to the Life. It's almost noon we'll go have lunch," she said getting up and walking towards the door.

"Okay," the boys said, almost in unison and started to follow her across the loft to the door.

"Pants," Mark said, realizing he was still in his boxers and walked back to his room to get dressed. Angel and Roger looked at each other and laughed.

Thoughts… good bad what