Not JL.


"Where would you be if you never came to New York?"

"You are one sick bastard."

"Come on. It's a serious question. So much of who we are is because of NY. If we changed just that one decision, to never come here, who would we be, where would we be, what would we be?"


"What the hell is going on out there?!?" Mark fell off of the bed yet again, this time at the screaming tenors coming from below the window. This brought about yet another round of laughter from everyone in the room.

"It's the frat boys singing to the sorority girls. You know that." One of the girls (Emma) replied throwing a pillow towards his now bruising head.

"Just one more reason I hate homecoming" Mark grumbled as he pulled himself up off of the floor.

"And frat boys." Emma added.

"Naw, there okay, as long as they keep THE HELL AWAY FROM MY WINDOW" the last part of that was yelled out of the aforementioned window which was tightly shut against the cold fall winds (yet a nod toward the volume of the frat boys)

"Come on, this is my favorite part of the movie!" Sarah, yet another girl (there were eight girls and four boys all stuffed into the room as it is) interrupted holding her remote.

"I can't believe we are watching a chick flick." Andrew mumbled (he was somehow underneath one of the beds between the mini fridge and the wall, even I cannot figure out how he got there)

"Now, I agree with the girls on this one, it's a classic." Mark defended.

"It's two years old."

"Princess Bride will go down in history… Besides, Buttercup is kinda hot" At that several pillows and other objects were thrown at Mark's head, one from his girlfriend and the rest belonging to the the room.

"And here I thought I had a chance." Emma started, feigning hurt.

"Oh, come on!" He pulled her into a kiss, impressive as the room was packed with five dorm room's worth of pillows, blankets, and popcorn, and ten other people to boot. The parted for a moment and Mark whispered, "That's why you're a theater major?"

She corrected, "Theater Education Major. Mr. Newsman."

"Not yet, I've got" He counted for a second, "Five more semesters, that is if I don't take summer classes, and I am…"

"Ka-Pa Ka-Pa SIG" Fifty-plus voices began across the street.

"OH FOR GODS SAKE! IS EVERY SINGLE FRATERTINITY GOING TO SING AT EVERY HOUSE TONIGHT!"

Sara replied by turning up the TV.


It's short, but I hope you get the idea with him there; the frat boy's singing across the street from my room inspired me
(note to anyone who cares, I didn't use the names that are here at least, and I do like frat boys, but not like that... not to say that I don't…. AH! Never Mind!)
(ps, sorry for all of the little extras, I've been reading too much Victor Hugo (les mis rocks))
I hope your kinda getting the drift with where I'm going, Mark just kinda came to me, but I could really use some ideas for others…