A/N- Here's Roger. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer- AHHH.. I haven't done one of these yet. Bad me. RENT doesn't belong to me.
"April, hurry up!" Roger yelled, absently looking down at his arm. He hadn't had a hit in a couple of hours and he wasn't enjoying the way his skin was now crawling.
"I'm coming.. Damnit.." April muttered from the bathroom.
After a few more minutes, April walked out and stared at him. "What are you wearing?"
"Clothes.." Roger muttered, looking down at his outfit. It was usually the type of thing he wore out. And since April hadn't done laundry yet, he was running low.
"You're wearing leather pants to go meet my parents?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips.
Roger groaned and stood up. "Fine.. I'll go change. I don't think I've got anything else though.. I could go naked."
April rolled her eyes before she walked toward the kitchen. "Just don't take forever."
Once Roger was in the bedroom, he closed the door behind him and opened the window, letting the sun shine inside the dark room. He looked out for a minute, laughing when he saw a group of prostitutes down on the street. This was prime real estate, he was sure. Los Angeles had to be the worst place in the world.
He walked over to the dresser and pulled the drawer out. After he searched through the piles of socks and underwear that crowded it, he found what he was looking for. His last stash.
Roger had been hiding it from April, just so he'd be able to have a little fun on his own, without sharing.
It didn't take him long to get his high. And once he felt better than before, he walked out of the room.
When April saw him in jeans, she smiled and nodded. "Nice. Looks a lot better."
Roger looked down, since he didn't even remember changing. He looked back up to April and nodded. "Yeah.."
After a minute, he walked toward the door and pulled it open. He walked out of the apartment and down the stairs as quick as he possibly could. Once he was out on the street, he looked up at the sun and sighed.
He was sure that April's parents were going to hate him. Parents usually didn't like him. Besides, they wouldn't enjoy him scratching at his crawling skin for the whole night.