Authors Note/ I know where this story is going and yet...i don't. Please bare with me. We can be confused together oh and excuse any mistakes, i just wanted to post this now
Chapter Four
The loft smelled of onion powder and burning tomato sauce and green peppers. Roger was now stirring a pot of mischievous contents, god only knows what was in that pot, but Roger figured that it smelled good enough to be edible. The small kitchen area had sparked fired twice that afternoon. The first time Roger had left the plastic spatula to close to the burning eye on the stove; the spatula was engulfed in flames by the time anyone noticed. The second being when Angel's perfectly sewn skirt caught on fire and Tom cracked jokes about Angel having a hot ass for the rest of the day.
Roger smirked a little, well actually a lot, remembering how frantic Angel had been prancing around the loft trying to put out the flames on her ass. Roger laughed under his breath, knowing that Angel, who was now perched by the large bay window with her legs tucked underneath, was still kind of sore about it. Angel shot him a look from across the room as if telling him to 'shut the fuck up already'. Roger laughed softly to himself and continued his cooking in the kitchen.
He was so excited that after a long week, that he and Mark would finally get their romantic dinner. No stress and no worries. Roger thought about the previous week and thought about how silly he must have been to even think about Mark being with another person while with him. Mark just wasn't that kind of person. Roger knew that Mark loved him too much to even think about doing something as hurtful and deceitful as that. Roger was lucky to have such a person.
Roger checked his wrist watch and saw that it was only about half an hour before Mark got home tonight. He clapped his hands together with a smile and began setting up the small table in the middle of the kitchen floor that Collins, and himself had stolen off the streets about two months ago. Roger stood back and looked at his work. Mentally and physically patting himself on the back for doing such a great job and not burning the loft down to a crisp. Angel rolled her eyes with a smirk seeing how proud her friend was of himself.
"When is Mark supposed to get here?" Angel asked, still staring down out the window, her electric blue fingernails making designs in the fog of the windowpane.
"About…fifteen-minutes" Roger smiled in thoughts of his boyfriend. Angel got up from her seat by the window and inspected Roger's work. She smiled and grabbed onto his shoulders.
"I gotta admit Roger, this looks fucking good" She laughed "My little romantic boy" she gushed and Roger swatted at her with a smile.
"Mark should like it right?" Roger asked, now getting that nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach as Mark's arrival neared closer.
"Are you kidding- he's gonna eat this up" She giggled "He doesn't want you to know but he likes when you do things like this for him" she smiled warmly "He's gonna love it" she reassured him, before the familiar sound of the answering machine filled the loft.
The sound of the answering machine might have been familiar, but the voice on the other end was an anything but. It was a man, speaking with what sounded like either a British or Australian accent, maybe Italian. Roger wasn't too sure; he had never been good with accents. His voice was thick and dark. Roger did not like the feel of this. Roger swore he could feel a cold wind blow over him at the exact moment the stranger began to speak.
"Mach darling" The stranger on the phone spoke "Why you no answering the telephone baby?" the speaker paused for a second "Last night was very good Mach, I see you next week no? Jast remember to stay in tonight okay love? We don't want you getting hurt out there."
Baby? Last night? Mach!? Roger's mind was going crazy, it was a twister of thoughts inside his mind asking questions and wanting explanations. Mark wouldn't- he didn't- I know he wouldn't. Roger tried to calm himself down, not letting his anger get the best of him this time.
Roger's eyes were narrowed and Angel's mouth agape. Angel bite her lip and walked over to the window. She could see Mark in a rather 'friendly' embrace with a bright red head girl she knew as Vicky. I can't believe this; I swore we were through with this. Angel picked at her red jacket and put a smile on for Roger's sake. She stood away from him, knowing that look in Roger's eyes was not to be taken as a joke. She saw this look plenty of times with Mimi. Mark was in for it.
Angel shook her head "Roger…just calm down…we don't know who that-"
"Well obviously whoever the fuck that was has some connection to Mark." He was surprisingly clam as he said this. But the flames of anger were still burning rapidly in his eyes. "Mark should be here in a minute…I'll- We'll ask him about it" Roger's words sounded so broken. Angel wished he'd be mad, tossing the couch over, and using every curse word in the book instead.
Angel bite her lip again and walked back over to the window. Mark was still outside with Vicky, as Angel could tell, Mark could see him give the girl a kiss before tucking his arms around him and heading inside the apartment building. God Mark. What are you doing? Angel racked her brain to find anyway to help Mark out when he got in. More so about explaining Liam. He did it on purpose.
She fiddles with her skirt and watches Roger pace around the busted couch, just as Mark came pouring in through the door. His face blush red from the cold winter air. And other tings. Angel added. He smiled and waved at the two of them. Angel shook her head to signal that Mark was in deep shit at the moment. Roger looked up from his pacing and blew the fallen hair out of his eyes. He came over to Mark and kissed him deeply, his hands massaging both sides of his face. Roger was panicking. I won't lose Mark- I can't. This kiss was hungry and wanting. Something Roger knew that Mark loved. Roger wouldn't ask Mark about the strange guy who had called earlier. He didn't want to risk anything right now. This was supposed to be their 'romantic' dinner tonight. But once again, Roger got screwed over. Roger decided just not to think about it, ignore it. It probably meant nothing anyway.
"I made dinner for us- Angel helped" he smirked down at his boyfriend, grabbing his hand and leading him over to the table. Pecking him lightly on the lips.
Angel watched the scene play out before her. She knew exactly what Roger was doing. Trying to make sure that Mark was his and his only. Angel frowned slightly, knowing that it was already too late. Mark had fallen into their game again. Four years later…and we're back where we started.
