A/N: Jonathan Larson is still a God and I still think that Adam Pascal and Anthony Rapp should go gay together.
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I hope Mark is okay, he looked mad earlier. The summer heat, in addition with moving, carrying and unpacking left me sweaty and I can't take a shower until everyone is done. I pick up my guitar and go outside in the backyard. I sit in a lawn chair and strum. Then I start playing the song I wrote in rehab.
I'm writing one great song before I ...
My fingers play the music and my lips sing the song that helped keep my sanity through rehab.
One song glory, one song before I go
Glory, one song to leave behind
Find one song, one last refrain
Glory, from the pretty boy front man
The music follows through me as the heat of the day melts into peace.
Who wasted opportunity
One song, he had the world at his feet
Glory, in the eyes of a young girl
A young girl, find glory
April. How she hated me for dragging her into rehab. But I thought that it was needed, to get us back to what we were like before heroin. But she was to lost and slit her wrists in rehab, leaving me with withdrawal, alone.
Beyond the cheap colored lights
One song, before the sun sets
Glory, on another empty life
Time flies, time dies
Glory, one blaze of glory
One blaze of glory, glory
That's all I want, one blaze of glory before I die. My name to be remembered.
Find glory in a song that rings true
Truth like a blazing fire, an eternal flame
Find, one song, a song about love
Glory, from the soul of a young man
A young man, find the one song
Before the virus takes hold
Glory, like a sunset
One song to redeem this empty life
The virus of mortality, dragging us all into Death sooner-or-later. How we fear Death, when we should fear life. All the pain, confusion and hate. Death is a gift that is earned.
Time flies and then
No need to endure anymore
Time dies
Time, enemy to so many. A gift to so many who don't have enough. Time does die, along with humans.
"HEY, ROG! WHAT YOU DOING OUTSIDE?" I turn to see Mark leaning half out his window, smiling at me. I smirk as I sat down my guitar and jumped the fence.
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, come join this prince and ride in the sunset forever!" I shout, my arms held up in the Romeo-beseeching-Juliet pose, kneeling. He laughs as he climbs out the window and down the tree next the his bedroom. I remember climbing that tree so many times. He jumps off and lands on me sending us to the ground.
My arms wrap around his slim waist as I fall back into the ground groaning. I look up at him to find his clear blue eyes staring into mine. His arms are around my neck and his hands are in my hair, and he's straddling my waist. His chest is heaving, his cheeks flushed and his hair was sinfully messy. His pink tongue darted out to wet his pale pink lips. We both made to get up at the same time and ended up sliding against each other. I bit my lip to keep my groan in, but Mark did something I didn't expect.
He whimpered! Actually whimpered! He threw his head back, ground his hips down into mine. I couldn't hold back my groan, well I could but I didn't see why I should. I gripped his waist and arched my hips forward. His eyes flashed to my face.
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I jumped off and landed on Roger, sending us to the ground.
His arms wrapped around my slim waist as he fall back into the ground groaning. He looked up at me. My arms around his neck and my hands in his hair, and I'm straddling my waist. We both made to get up at the same time and ended up sliding against each other. Then I did something stupid, through I thoroughly blame Roger.
I whimpered. Actually whimpered! I threw his head back, grounded my hips down into his. I heard his deep, throaty groan. I felt his large calloused hands grip my waist. His eyes flashed to my face.
"Did you like that, baby?" he purred seductively. His hands gripped tighter and I nodded frantically, my hands gripping his hair tighter and my hips grinding against his. I moaned breathlessly and I felt his hands leave my hips. I opened my eyes confused until I saw his face. His beautiful green eyes were filled with passion and fire. His hands grasped my face, oddly tender and loving. He slowly brought our faces and gently kissed me and I knew there was no way we could deny this. I melted against his lips, against his body, against him. The kiss started to pick up speed and his hands slide up my shirt, over my stomach, over my ribs, to my shoulders. His forearms flat against by back, pressing me down harder. His tongue found it's way into my mouth, rubbing against the roof of my mouth. My nails dig into his shoulder blades, arching my back. His husky groan vibrated deep in his chest, we being so close I could feel it. I pulled away for air and he attached himself to my neck. His rough tongue licked from my Adam's apple to my ear. He took the lobe in between his teeth and applied pleasurable pressure.
"Oh, God. Roger, please, please." My voice trembled as I pressed tighter to him. My hips rolled, begging for more friction, as my body shuddered. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should stop, but that thought flew out of my mind when Roger lightly scratched his nails down my back while rolling his hips. His chuckle bubbled in his chest.
"You want more, baby, don't you?" He cooed tantalizingly, his voice rough with desire. "More heat, right babe? More friction. Just more" I nodded, moaning wantonly. "More pleasure, sweetheart? Don't worry, love, I'll deliver." He murmured the last of it, lovingly. My hands seized his face and I kissed him. Slowly, enticingly, provocatively. His hands took hold of my face and kissed me possessively, flipping us so I now lay on my back, Roger leaning over me. One of his hands slipped into my jeans, grasping my hip firmly, his thumbs rubbing circles in my skin. One of my legs wrapped around his waist, bringing our bodies impossibly closer. This was different from before, all teasing gone. Now it was… loving.
"That's enough" a voice from above commanded. We broke apart and saw Mr. Davis looking stony. I looked away, blushing. Roger slowly stood up, helping me up as well.
"I think you should go back to your, Mark" he stated. He looked at Roger and indicated towards the door. Roger took a step to me and gave me a sweet kiss.
"Sweet dreams, my darling Mark." He wore the brightest, most loving smile I'd have ever seen and it was directed at me. I watched as they made their way to their house. Before he went in, he turned and sent me another smile. I felt my lips rise into my own smile. I stood there for a while , until I realized I had to tell Mo. I ran to the back door, yanked the open, rushed pass my mom and sister Cindy who was visiting from college and barged into my room. I fell onto the bed on my stomach, reached for my phone n the table by my bed and dialed Mo's phone. It rang three times, then when it was picked up I heard very loud rock music.
"Yeah?" Mimi's voice was barely loud enough for me to hear.
"Sleep over?" I asked, flipping over. They did this randomly, so I wasn't surprised.
"MARKY!" the squeal was louder than the music could ever dream to be. The music abruptly was turned off and buttons were pressed on the phone.
"MARKY!" Now all three of my girls, Mo, Mimi and Angel.
"You'll never guess what just happened!"
A/N: Sorry I took so long!! Forgive me! Comment and review PLEASE!