A/N: Okay, my second ever fic. I'm really happy with this one so far. Mark's camera does not break until soon (like I will tell you when,psh),so the only way I'm updating is if I get some reviews. What's the point of updating if nobody reads it? Anyway,I hope all of you like it and please please review :D And yes, I actually know somebody who hates cheese but loves cheese pizza. Her name is Jenna and she is the complete shiz
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Rent, do you honestly think I'd be writing fics about it? No suh.

"Close on Roger. His girlfriend is gone away to her Aunt's funeral, so he probably won't be getting any for a few weeks." Mark Cohen smirked behind is ever-precious camera as his best friend Roger Davis flipped him the finger.

"I swear, you are like, attached to that thing. Permanently." Roger said between loudly chewing the BBQ chips he was eating.

Mark rolled his eyes and continued filming the loft randomly. It was raining and he certainly could not film outside, and he didn't think he had ever filmed the loft before. Not that it was exciting or anything.

"You are such a nerd." Roger laughed, continuing to chew the snack loudly.

Mark sighed and set down the camera on their kitchen counter and began to rummage through the fridge.

"God, we don't have any food at all. Except…this milk, that's long overdue." Mark swished the milk around in its container. It was clumpy for the most part, and thick, not to mention.

"Mhmmm…" Roger mindlessly acknowledged what Mark was saying. Roger always seemed content with food. Especially when it was the last thing they basically had that was edible.

"I think I'll go to the store and buy some cheese or something." Mark suggested, rummaging around in his pockets for some money.

"With what?" Roger snorted with laughter, "Dude, we don't have any money. Plus I hate cheese."

"You like cheese pizza."

"That isn't the point."

"Whatever."

Mark shook his head at his sometimes mindless friend and put on his coat and his trusty scarf.

"How are you planning to pay for the food?" Roger asked Mark in a taunting tone.

"I'll steal it."

Roger's eye's grew wide then snapped back to reality and laughed at his friend. "You?? Steal something?? Come on, Cohen."

Mark was about to lose it. Instead of punching out Roger, which he probably couldn't do, considering the fact Roger was quite taller then him and slightly (only slightly, in Mark's mind), stronger then he was, Mark took a deep breath and open and slammed the loft's door.

It was still raining so Mark had decided not to take his bike. With his luck, he'd get hit by a taxi or something. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked along the busy sidewalk to the small store that sold everything from milk to razors. He was preparing to buy a huge block of cheese just to make Roger mad.

A bell rang as he walked into the store and he smiled at the cute cashier who was standing at the counter, and she smiled back. He made his way to the back of the store where they kept the dairy products, and picked up a block of cheese especially for Roger and a bag of milk. All of it was cheap, which made Mark a bit happier. He grabbed crackers too. He brought the groceries up to the cashier and paid with the last of his money.

Mark made his way back to the loft, a lot less mad then he was before. Maybe it was because Mark would be eating cheese for a month and Roger would probably be very pissed off at him. But Mark didn't care. If worse came to worse, Roger could always mooch off of Maureen and Joanne….

"Hey!" a rather cheery Roger greeted Mark. Mark could swear Roger was bipolar.

"Oh hey. Guess what I bought."

"What?"

"Cheese." Mark grinned from side to side.

"You son of a --"

SPEEEEEEAK

Roger glared at Mark with the 'I'm going to kill you in a second' look.

Maureen's voice screamed over the answering machine.

"OHMIGODMARKROGER! WEHAVEN'TSEENYOUGUYSINSOLONGANDWENEEDTOGETOGETHER --"

In the background Mark and Roger heard a rather annoyed Joanne.

"Jeez Maureen, keep it down. They can hear you in China."

Roger snorted and Mark rolled his eyes. Maureen's message continued.

"Anywaaaay, we were wondering –pookie and I-, were wondering, if you guys wanted to get together at The Life 'cause we haven't had a drink together in like, a million years. Anyways, we really hope you guys can make it and Marky, bring your camera!"

"So are we going?" Roger asked Mark.

"Sure, why not. It'll be fun. And about the cheese…"

"Just…. forget it." Roger sighed. "I guess I'm gonna have to eat crackers for the rest of the month."

Mark smiled as his friend picked up his guitar and went into his room. Mark had won, again.

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