Okay, I didn't like the last chapter, but being the lazy person I am, I'm toooo lazy to make a rewrite. But I do like this one. It ends good with everyone happy. Hope you like it! 8D

Oh an I lied before...Sorry! xD This one isn't Mark spending the night at Roger's, that'll be next chapter.

That week of school went by fast and before I knew it, it was the weekend. Wondering if Roger wanted to make plans, I walked the halls of Parker High to head to his locker. Of course, with the bad luck that runs through my veins, Benny was in veiw. Before I could rush to the other side of the hallway his arm slammed into my shoulder almost knocking me over. "Fag," he mummbled under his breathe, but making sure I could hear. I wanted so bad just to turn him around, make him look into my eyes, and make him understand that I was a human being too, but I knew that was only a wish. But that wasn't my only wish. I wished that I had the strengthe to take my fist and slam it in his face, and acually do some damage.

Trying to ingnore my hatred for Benny, I kept walking focusing on my destination: Roger.

The halls seemed extra busy today, or maybe I just never noticed the comosion. There was tons of students rushing to their lockers, casually walking out the doors, and just talking to friends. As I looked at some of the students, I realized that each clique looked the same wearing the same stuff with the same style. Then I looked at myself. I didn't wear the baggy pants and ghetto hats that the "cool" kids wore. And I didn't wear the tight jeans and skater shoes that the "emo" kids wore. And I deffinetly didn't wear the mini skirts and tube tops that the "preps" did. I didn't seem to fit in anywhere.

High school has so many cliques. Theres the "cool" kids, the "emo" kids, the "preps", the "jocks", the "geeks", and a thousand more cliques. ...And then there was me and my friends. We didn't fit in anywhere. We have Maureen, the diva drama queen who wants to make a name for herself. We have Joanne, the timid over-achieving planner. We have Angel, the creative outgoing drag queen with an expressive personality. Then theres Collins, the kind caring sarcastic man with the hat. Mimi, the crazy wild outgoing girl with a lot of spice. The newest memeber, Roger, the extremely cute rocker whose every move made me smile. And then me, the shy filmer thats in love with the cute rocker. We're all extremley different, but maybe thats why we fit together. Then I realized what clique we belonged to, the "rejects". But to me, that wasn't a bad thing. That just ment I was who I wanted to be, and not a part of the mainstream.

Rapped up in my thoughts, I found myself walking past Roger's locker and I probably would have kept going if I didn't hear my name being called. "Mark!"

"Oh, hey, whats up?" I asked reaching Roger.

He gave me a strange look and I could tell he was trying to read my expression. "Is something wrong?"

"No...I guess my thinking face and my sad face look alike..." I replied.

Roger chuckled. "What were you thinking about?"

I shook my head. "Nothing." And with that conversation over, Roger started a new one asking me if I wanted to come over and spend the night. "Of course I do."

Roger smiled. "I knew I was irresistable." I smiled along with him. He was right. He is irresistable. Everything he did made him that way. The way he talked, the way he walked, the way he smiled, the way he laughed...everything about him was simple irresistable. And I found myself staring at him not even thinking about moving. "Are we gonna go to my house?" he asked.

My face flushed with redness. "Yeah...Sorry."

He just laughed at me and the to of us began to walk out the door. I looked around at the students again, but not looking at the cliques, looking at the couples. It seemed like every couple in the hall at that time, was holding their boyfriend's or girlfriend's hand and showing they were together and that they loved each other... at least for the moment. I mean, this was high school. Not many relasionships go past high school. I didn't want that to happen to me and Roger, but still I wished I could switch places with them for once. Being able to hold the hand of the person I loved with out being criticized or hasseled, we be great.

Then I looked down at Roger's hand, hanging at his side next to mine. I wished I had the guts to grab it and feel the sensation I feel everytime I do. And I almost did, but I thought about Roger. He would want that. I mean, he liked holding my hand, he was always the one to grab mine first, but not in public. He still wasn't ready to face the world and I was okay with that. I didn't want to preasure him, so no matter how hard it was not to, I didn't grab his hand.

"Do you know where Angel is?" Collins asked stopping me and Roger.

I shook my head no. "I think I saw him by the pop machines in the cafeteria," Roger said. Obviously we had gone right past Angel and I hadn't even noticed.

"Her," I said.

"Huh?" Roger asked, obviously confused.

"You think you saw her by the pop machines," Collins corrected once more answering his question.

Roger looked down. I could tell he was embarassed by the way his cheeks turned beat red. "Sorry...her," he repeated still looking down.

"Naw, it's fine." Collins titled his head and looked behind me. "Here she comes now."

Both me adn Roger turned around and spotted Angel skipping with a bottle of soda in each hand. "I got you one too," she said when she reached Collins handing him the Pepsi in her right hand.

Collins grabbed it and looked at her. "Thank you baby," he said. Then pulled her in and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Homos," I heard someone grumbled as they went by. I turned to see who it was.

Of course, one of the Benny's little bitches. "I hate them," I groaned turning back and facing Collins and Angel with Roger at my side.

Collins made a face and shruged his shoulders. "Ah, whatever. They just jealous cause I got me a sexy girl at my side." I looked over at Roger. His face wasn't red anymore and I hoped he was becoming more comfertable with my friends. "We gotta go," Collins said. "I'm taking Angel shopping." She giggled. Collins just rolled his eyes. "Girls and their shopping..." Then, holding hands, they left.

"Wow, they're amazing," Roger said as we began to walk again.

"What do you mean," I asked, still wishing I could hold his hand in mine.

"How they kiss and hold hands and are acually together. It's just amazing." He explained.

I nodded. "I know. It really is."

We walked out the school doors and reached his truck and got in. But we didn't leave. We just sat there in the parkinglot out side of the school. I guess he was too wrapped up in his thoughts."Aren't they affraid?"

I sighed. He made me think a lot. "Sure they're affraid, but obviously there love is strong enough to drown the fear. What they think of each other means more than what outsiders think." Then I realized I kind of said that in a snotty voice, but it did make me kind of angry that they could do that, but we couldn't. I was ready to. I've been ready to, but we been through this before. It wasn't going anywhere. It can't be fixed over night.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked raising his voice sounding annoyed.

"Nope, nothing," I said sarcasticly. As much as I wanted to tell him how I really felt about not holding his hand in public, I wanted our conversation to stop even more. I didn't want this to evolve into a fight and ruin the evening ahead of us.

Roger let out a sigh, and this time, with a soft voice he said,"I'm just not ready okay? I'm sorry. I'm not perfect. I need time."

He closed his eyes. I could tell he didn't want to get into this, and truthfully niether did I, but the words just spilled out. "How do you know you have time? Something could happen to you...Something could happen to me."

"That's not gonna happen," Roger replied.

"How do you know Roger?" he sat there, silent, still closing his eyes. "That's right, you don't. How do you know that I'm not gonna go home and get murdered, or know that there isn't going to be a school shooting, or a car accident or-"

"Okay!" he said raising his voice. "I get it. I don't know."

"No day, but today, Roger."

He shook his head, his eyes still closed and then just sat there as if he was thinking...or deciding. "Come here," he said grabbing my hand.

"What," I asked.

But before I knew it, Roger pulled me out the door, my hand in his. Jumping on top of the hood on his car, and pulling me with him, still holding my hand, he screamed to all the students. "I, Roger Davis, am in love!" he blared out. Many students turned and looked at the high school celeberty. "I am in love with Mark Cohen! That's right! I'm gay! And I don't care who knows!" And then he pulled me tward him and planted a kiss on my mouth. I made believe fireworks went off over our head, because that's what it felt like. I heard some students gasp, some students scream, and even some cheer. And it was great. It was just what I wanted...and much more. The world knew, and I was happy.

Then, as quickly as it began, it ended. Roger pulled me back inside the truck and we took off. "You know you didn't have to do that. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to. Before I said I'd wait for you, and I would've. Its just the Collins and Angel thing got to me."

"I know I didn't have to do that...And you really think you have that much power over me? To make me do something?" Roger asked with a huge smile. "I did it because I wanted to and I needed too. "No day but today."

I smiled back at him happier than I had ever been before. "No day but today."

Yes, it is kinda short. But still...did you like it? let me know in a reveiw please! Next chapter::: mark spends the night at rogers (for real this time). Oh, and I didn't proof read this, so excuse any mistakes you see.

thankies all