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Mark's Point of View
You were dressed in a light blue polo shirt and khaki cargo pants with your black backpack on your back. Angel had dressed you obviously; he also took pride in dousing you with some of his 'fragrances' as he liked to call him. Aside from your smell you thought you looked pretty good. You rounded the corner and saw Rex standing outside the café.
" Hi" Rex smiled at you. He had been standing outside the café waiting for you. That was nice of him; you think and are rather surprised when he opens the door for you.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to get me in your bed" you mutter playfully as you walk in and find a table with two chairs by a window. You're shocked when Rex grabs your hands and navigates you in the opposite direction. Rex's hands are warm and soft. Not like Rogers at all, which were rough and calloused by his guitar playing.
"Booths are better" he flashed you a daring smile. You try not to swoon too loudly. Who couldn't when they saw that smile of his? Once again not like Roger's smile, but in a good way. Roger had a sexual smile and he smiled with his eyes. Rex's eyes would usually glaze over for a second and seem to wink an arrogant smile of its own. Roger's smiles made you want to jump the guy right on the spot. It was tough to restrain yourself. Roger's smile was sexually, yet honest. It was strange how you kept comparing everything about Rex to Roger.
"Are we expecting more people?" You ask now nervous at how close Rex is. He knows you aren't gay right? Well that's pretty stupid. You obviously like boys as well but still. Rex knows that Rex Isn't gay right? And you decide to tell your brain to shut up because it's not making any sense at the moment… It must be the fact that Rex is currently trying to fit inside that protective bubble you've put around yourself.
"Not really" he smiled again and moved closer to you. You suck on your bottom lip, wanting to scoot away but wanting to get closer at the same time. You can feel Rex's breath on the side of your face "You smell like sweet babies" he tells you in your ear. You can't help but laugh
"What" you say, laughter in your voice
Rex shrugs with a smile on his face "Like baby powder and tangerines" he tells you again taking another sniff, his warm breath tickling your neck. Rex is awfully close to you, a little too close. Only Roger is allowed to be this close to you but…
"Maybe" you shout suddenly backing away, putting space between the two of you "We should order- I'll go" you said with a nervous smile and tried to make a run for it.
Rex laughs and shakes his head "It's alright- I told Danielle we were coming, it's already on its way" he smiles at you and you smile back nervously.
"Rex this is really-"
"Weird" he laughs "I know but I wanted this to be right ya know"
You lick you lips with a confused look on your face "Wanted what to be right? We're just hanging out, I-"
"Its" he clears his throat, you aren't sure what he is about to say, you're not sure what you want him to say "Its more than that for me" he looks down at you with his crystal clear eyes " It shouldn't be this hard to tell you this" he laughs and quickly kisses you on the mouth. You barely felt it but Rex is turning red in the face and you smile brightly back at him
"I like you" he whispers into your ear and kisses your cheek and chuckles "I actually like you a lot, its funny that you haven't noticed by now" he laughs again
"I like you too" you smile at him "but I'm not sure I'm ready for you know…a boyfriend and all"
Rex bites his bottom lip, his fresh blonde hair falling in his eyes "No, that's cool, I wouldn't be so quick to rush into a relationship either if I was with Maureen" he laughs and grabs your hand underneath the table "is this okay?" he looks at you with the first honest smile he's shown you since you got here, and you heart flutters.
"Yeah" you smile softly "it's alright" and you squeeze his hand gently. You sit in silence for a moment to enjoy this. Rex suddenly goes bitter when he sees Roger stride in. The moment is gone.
"Would you look at that- Mr. Rock-star and his arm candy came to eat with the peasants" he tilts his head towards the entrance, sure enough there Roger stands all tan, tall, bleached hair, and leather. You don't even acknowledge that Rex is still next to you, for you get so lost in those green eyes of his that shine so brightly, but it dies when you see Mimi hanging on to him like a leech. As always.
"Oh boy" Rex sighs as Mimi spots them in the booth, She points and waves and walks towards the front desk "You can let go if you want" he tells you and he truly sounds hurt, you would have said yes but knowing that that would hurt his feelings, you lie straight through your teeth.
"Why would I wanna do that?" you smirk "It's not like he's my boyfriend or anything"
You're a pretty good liar.
He chuckles as Roger makes his way over to your table. Roger's eyes go straight to you. He's smiling. You love his smile, its intoxicating; you could get wasted off of it. His hands are in his sagging dark denim jeans pants pockets and he's looking at you. You smile back.
"Hey" and its like Rex isn't even there. Rex doesn't exist right now.
"What do we owe the pleasure of this visit from our king" Rex says sarcastically with an arrogant smile on his face.
Roger frowns "Who was speaking to you?" he looks back to you with folded arms "Mark I wanna talk for a second" he smiles again
"Sure- what about?"
"Maybe we could talk alone"
"Okay um Rex-"
"Sure, it's not like he's you boyfriend or anything" he smiles at you and slowly unthreads his fingers from yours.
"Yeah" you slide your way out of the warm booth and walk with Roger outside the café with you hands in your pockets. You make you way around the back of the building. You're a little weary on where this is going. Where you want this to go.
"You look nice" Roger compliments you and you laugh.
"Thanks?" you chuckle and watch your best friend nervously.
"Welcome" he looks down and kicks a pile of dirt in front of him "I've been so fucked up this weekend" he looks at you "I'm not even sure who I am anymore and I'm confused and I don't know what the hell I want"
"Maybe you should talk to Tom" you laugh "I'm not the best at giving advice"
Roger laughs, his green eyes sparkling "This is gonna sound so fucking crazy but I think I might be maybe developing some weird sort of um" Roger is becoming antsy "uh Just-"
And before you know it, Roger's warm rough lips are on yours. Your eyes go wide and you can't believe what's happening. Is Roger actually kissing you? Is his tongue actually pressing against your closed lips? Is his hand caressing the side of your face, is he truly pressing you against the brick wall letting his hand cup the back of your neck? Roger is moaning quietly into your mouth, his hand going up the bottom of your shit.
This can't be real. You close you eyes and pull Roger by his leather jacket closer to you and pray that you aren't dreaming.
