So..new chapter. Up so quickly 'cause I gave KT this huge chuck to do RIGHT away. She loves me so she'll get over it...ILY HAHA.

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Roger's POV

"Mark?" I said to empty space. I knew he wasn't here. But then I heard footsteps coming from the stairs. "Mark?" I repeated. Knew good and well that is was him. I smiled at the thought of being able to see Mark. He was really helping me through all this.

"Yeah. Rog? Could you let me in?" Mark asked from the other side of the door.

"Yeah. Stupid filmmakers… always forgetting their stupid keys..." I mumbled.

"Oh, so I'm a stupid filmmaker now, huh?" Mark said with his patented smirk.

"Yup. But you're my stupid filmmaker." I said, draping an arm over Mark's shoulder. I loved being close like this. Only far enough away that it seemed friendly. I didn't want to just be friendly with Mark. Actually, far from it...

"So guess who I ran into today?" Mark said. My arm falling as he walked into the kitchen. I frowned.

"No one comes to mind." I mumbled, barely coherent.

"Collins was driving next to me on my way to work. I saw him and pulled over. We talked. He's worried. Like normal," Mark told me. I didn't want Collins worried. Not over me. Not over anyone. Even if I am going through withdrawal a second time. Mark is here for me, and he has been from the start. Will be to the end, I hope.

That last thought burned my skin.
Of course Mark's going to be there. Duh! Why wouldn't he?

"Hello!? Roger?" Mark's hand was waving in front of my face. That snapped me back to him.

"Yeah? What?" I asked.

"I asked if you wanted to come with me to Life tonight. Collins, Maureen and Joanne are meeting me there and he asked if you wanted to come with me tonight. So... what? You're not feeling up to it?" Mark asked to my now paled face.

It was like the gang was back together. But no Mimi. No Angel. The only straight minded was Angel, and the only real straight person was Mimi. I had figured Mark was for a while. And yes. I admit it. I'm gay. I didn't figure this out, or didn't want to figure this out, until recently when Mark started taking care of me again. I loved Mimi. I still do, but not the way I love Mark.

Wait! Hold Up! Did I say I loved Mark? Crap!

"Um… no, no. I can go. It would be nice to see a woman. Even if Maureen barely counts." I laughed.

He laughed too. I loved that laugh!

"Okay, well… we'll go at around 8 to meet them." he smiled again, my knees turned to jelly, and my heart fluttered.

--Life--

"Hey, boy!" Collins said as he hugged me.

"Hey Collins!" I hugged him back.

"How you been? Mark told me you haven't been feeling well." Collins said to me. Mark was nowhere around. And I liked that. Being able to talk to Collins was good. Especially because he was the only one that knew I actually wasn't straight and I liked Mark.

"Nope. Not good at all… Marks taking care of me, though. That helps." Yeah, seeing Mark. Having him hold me like that. Loving me. Caring for me...

"Roger. Um... have you told him yet?" Collins asked. He face was uncomfortable. Only meaning he knew something I didn't. And it was probably about our favourite filmmaker.

"No. I haven't had the strength or the courage to tell him. I don't think I can. What will happen? I mean GOD! It's Mark for Christ-fucking-sake! Why can't it be you? I know you're gay..." I laughed at my own horrible joke.

"Rog. You know I love you, buddy, but you're not my type. "He laughed. "But I think you should get over the whole 'courage' thing. You've got enough strength left to tell him. At least tell him how you feel. Don't think about the consequences." Collins, being a teacher and all, could give a pretty damn good lecture. I got to tell him now.

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The poem got bit cutout...'cause it really wasn't good...at all.

Love you all

DC