I was bored…And thus I have decided to do a Rent100. 100 drabbles on various topics, posted in cute little related groups. I have another story that takes priority, but between getting chapters of it out, (honestly, go read and review Home Coming. It and Happy Christmas are like my babies) there will be more drabbles posted, mostly of the Mark/Roger variety. They also range emotional genres, so just sit back and enjoy the ride, I suppose.

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Beginnings

Pairing- Mark/Roger-ish

He was stupid. Well of course he was stupid. He had a promising life ahead of him. A girlfriend, even. But he chose to throw all of it away to follow his dream. Like a stupid dream was going to put food on his table, and a roof over his head. At least that's what his mother liked to remind him. But it was true. Film making supported only a lucky few, and while he had been told he had talent, he was no Spielburg. But any excuses that might have been were forgotten with one look in his eyes.

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Middles

Pairing- None

He was stupid. He was so fucking stupid. He could have been something important, something great. But he wasn't. He was suck in this shit hole of an apartment, playing his guitar, screaming at the only person willing to sit with him when he was shaking, and hold his hair back off of his face when his breakfast wanted to make a reappearance, and he was still brooding over his girl friend. The one who caused everything in the first place. But she was gone, and the only thing he could do was try and hold on for dear life.

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Endings

Paring- None really

He was stupid. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid. He had never given the slightest hint that there might be some emotions under the surface, so why the hell would the song be for him? There was no reason. So he stood, and looked all happy and choked up with everyone else, set up the projector, played his little movie, again got choked up with everyone else, and went through all the motions that a good friend should. He tried to be happy for them all. They all had someone. But he was, like always, completely, utterly, alone.

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Well isn't that a bowl full of angst with a little emo kid tear on top? They won't all be like this, though… I have some fun prompts coming up…