A/N: Okay quick random little Mark&Roger FRIENDSHIP (I can't stress this enough) OneShot. I know this idea has been played out in many other fics (Actually I can't name names but I'm sure it has). This so does not mean Mark the Latte Boy is stopped or anything, I just wanted to write this cause…because I can! Anyway, yesh, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Mhm. If I owned Rent, I'd be….swimming…in a pool of coolness. But I'm not. I'm writing this fic.


"Ugh, Roger, you just drank the rest of the coffee! I told you to leave me some!"

"No you didn't."

"Um, yes, I did."

"Nuh uh."

"How old are you? Six?"

"How old are you? Six?" Roger repeated in a mocking voice.

A now caffeine-less Mark Cohen rolled his eyes at his best friend and tapped his fingers on the counter.

"Well, that was our last can of instant coffee, and if you haven't noticed, we don't have enough money for any more."

"Oh well, live with it."

Mark sighed and shook his head. "But you don't get it. I asked you to do something and you didn't do it like you were supposed to."

As of now, Roger was lying on their couch, sipping the last of the coffee, but as soon as Mark started to over-pronounce his words, he knew he had to sit up.

"Look man, it's coffee. We can get some more later. Did it have your name on it?"

Mark bit his lip. "No, but it could of."

An idea popped into Mark's mind.

"What?" Roger asked, slightly confused.

"You'll see."

In a matter of minutes, Mark had gone into his room and grabbed some sticky post-it notes, and began to stick the post-its all over the loft, making sure to write his name in big bold letters so Roger could be sure to see it.

He started out with the kitchen, sticking one on his hotplate, another on a pack of bologna, a few on some water bottles (although he wasn't too sure if the notes would stay on them, but he knew the fridge wasn't too cool anyway), one on the coffee pot and finally he was sure to post some on some coffee cups so they could be reserved for him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Roger asked in awe and confusion.

Mark just smiled and moved to the rest of the loft.

He stuck one on his bike, on his camera, the chair beside where Roger was sitting, on his scarf (of course), on his shoes, his coat, his gloves, a few on the walls just to annoy Roger, and finally he put one last note on his door.

When he was all done, Mark slyly went out into the living room.

The first words out of Roger's mouth were:

"Are you nuts?"

"No," Mark paused. "I'm smart. Now my name is on everything."

"…so I can't eat, touch, take, steal, 'borrow' anything?"

"You can do any of that if it doesn't have my name on it."

Roger just shook his head. "You are weird, man."

Mark patted him on the back. "Maybe so."

"Whatever," Roger rolled his eyes and grabbed his guitar, "I'm going to Mimi's, a little sanity is left in her loft."

Mark just shrugged his shoulders and watched as Roger walked out the loft.

Mark thought about telling Roger that he had a 'Kick Me' post-it on his back, but decided against it.

After all, he did drink all of Mark's coffee.


So I think the moral of the story is to never drink Mark's coffee.
Or you'll get a kick me sign on your back.
ROFL like I said, it's random. Please R&R!