-1A: /N- Guys do me a favor and review, how else will I know if my story is crap without you telling me!
Chapter Two
Roger lays in bed again alone. It's so cold. Roger thinks and wiggles himself deeper inside the mountain of blankets on top of him. Mark had called about three hours ago saying that he wouldn't be home on time. Roger didn't think he had meant that he'd be four hours late. Roger had half the mind to walk all the way to CTN and drag his boyfriend home. Damn slave drivers. Roger turned over on his back and stared up at the cracked ceiling. Roger wasn't one to worry over things such as this, besides it was Mark's job, and it wasn't like this hadn't happened before, even when they weren't together. Roger was just getting worked up over nothing. Roger sighed and threw the blankets to the floor. He wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.
He padded his away out of the dark bedroom and into the bathroom across the hall. Roger looked into the dirty mirror hanging just above the rusted sink. He never knew how shitty this place was. Roger stared at himself in the mirror until he finally came upon the nearly visible bags underneath his eyes. He cursed silently. Saying something along the lines of him being too young to be having bags under his eyes and swore to stealing Angel's foundation when he visited her and Collins again. He slowly turned the cold water on and splashed it across his face when he heard a soft knocking on the door.
Roger's ears immediately perked up and he smiled lightly. Mark must have forgotten his keys. He mused to himself as he walked into the main room to let his friend in but was very disappointed when he slide the door open to see a pale looking young woman with blood red hair and dark eyes dressed in tight leather. Roger raised an eyebrow at the strange girl at his door. He kept his hand on the door incase he had to shut it for whatever reason but now he's thinking that he should have asked who it was before opening the door to all kinds of weird people this time of night. A staring match commences among the two and Roger clears his throat nervously.
"Can I help you?" He asks the stranger at his door
"I'm looking for Mark" She says slowly "Who are you?" she begins to glare at him.
"I'm his boyfriend- who the fuck are you?" he doesn't mean to swear at the girl but her tone of voice is laced with bitch.
"That doesn't concern you" She glares at him again "Mark didn't tell me he had a boyfriend" She says more to herself than Roger.
Roger frowns "Who the hell are you and what the fuck do you want with Mark?"
"I said that doesn't concern you- Tell him Vicky stopped by will ya pretty boy?" The red head reaches out and strokes the side of his face softly before clenching down hard on it and pushing him backwards into the loft. She laughs cynically. Roger wants to go and kick her ass even though she is a girl but before he can he even blink the girl dressed in black leather had disappeared. Roger frowns with confusion at what just happened. Roger decides to go back to sleep. His mind must be playing tricks on him. He rubs the back of neck and shuts the door closed with an eerie mechanical creek.