Present Day

"Hi, Mark Cohen here; yes, the man behind the camera. Over the past 7 years, I've been chronicling my friends' lives. Now, I've been instructed, from someone who shall remain anonymous…" Mark paused for a few seconds here. He'd edit in a photo of Roger later. "…under the penalty of death, to work on a film of my own life. This is completely ridiculous in my opinion, but I quite value my life…so here goes….

"You know, it's funny. People take one look at me and go 'out of place kid from Nowhere, Suburbia'. They can't quite figure out why I haven't yet gone crying back to my parents. Ha. The next time I go back home, it'll be in a box. My parents cut off all communication with me after I stopped returning their phone calls. They don't approve of the way I live my life? That's fine with me. It was my decision for once – not theirs.

But it's not that what people most often interpret wrong about me. It's how I ended up here; in this loft. They honestly believe that Roger found me huddled on the street, freezing and without money. While the 'without money' part may certainly be true, let me assure you, I was not simply wandering through Alphabet City and sleeping in a cardboard box, freezing my ass off. And it was most certainly not Roger who found me…."

A/N: Gotta love plot bunnies xD I actually have a lot more of this written in longhand, and even more still swimming through my brain. Unfortunately school obligations are keeping me from typing it all up. So here's where you come in. I think this story could really go somewhere, but I need to know that you think that too, and I wouldn't just be wasting my time. So click that little review button? I don't really care if all you say is 'Interested!' I'm not very needy. I can work on those conditions. I don't really expect much more considering the shortness of this 'chapter' anyways. So quit reading this, and review!