A/N: Claw: Hey, did you miss us? Sorry for not updating. Well, here it is, the infamous Samuel.

Blondie: read my friends. read. ONWARDS!!!

Next Friday.

Come on, come on, yes, yes, come on! WHY WONT THAT DAMN CLOCK MOVE FAST ENOUGH? Man, I can't wait till the bell rings. Ring stupid bell, ring. I glanced over at the other kids. Then I stared at Megan. Okay, yeah, I know it's wrong to stare at your best friend's girlfriend, but whatever. I mean, I can't really help myself.

Okay, now I'm bored of staring. I just want the freaking clock to hurry the fuck up. I'm stuck in language arts with none (ahem, my only) of my friends. Okay, I give up! The clock is never going to move. I guess I'll just listen. Sometimes Fridays drag on too long.

As soon as the bell rang I ran out of the school, looking for Roger. He, of course, was busy making out with Megan. Wait, no, that's not Megan…

Did he break up with Megan or something? What if he's two timing her? Knowing Roger, it's probably choice two.

I walked over and tapped on his shoulder. Roger detached himself from the girl and turned around. "HEY, I'M BUSY- oh, hey, Mark." he said. The girl just walked off. What the hell? How come he gets two girls, whereas with me, a girl won't even think about being with me as a joke. Hell, I bet a girl wouldn't date me if you paid her.

"So, who was she?" I asked awkwardly.

Roger looked like he was thinking about it. You know you've got a problem if you don't know the name of the girl you were exchanging spit with. "Umm….Katrina, I think." he finally answered.

"So, what about Megan?" I asked. Yes, I was going to give him a mini guilt trip.

Roger rolled his eyes. "What about her? It's not like me and Katrina are dating. Just…Uh, kissing." he said.

Ah, yes, Just a friendly face sucking ritual. You know, completely casual. If he doesn't want Megan, then I will happily take her. "You know, you kinda treat girls like shit." I said.

Roger looked somewhat pissed. "Yeah, whatever."

Then all of a sudden, the greatest idea popped in my head. "HEY! Rog, can I come to your house? You've been to my house like a hundred times, but I have no idea what your house looks like." I said. Roger looked like he wanted to die.

"Um…I'm ….not too sure…" Roger started.

"Please, come on. I don't want to hang out with my mom and your not allowed at my house this weekend."

Roger, who looked like he had been shot, finally gave in and said. "Fine."

We walked for a while, until we got to a run down looking house. It was painted a ugly shade of yellow. I suddenly really appreciate my house. Roger pulled out a key and opened the door. He had a really sickly look on his face. Maybe something was wrong. When I entered the house, a smell of beer and cigarette smoke hit me like a ton of bricks.

It smelled like death. I followed Roger down some stairs until we got to the door of what is probably a basement. Where were his parents? Why is he so sickly looking? He opened the door and revealed a small, cramped, messy-as-hell room.

"Um, yeah, this is my room." Roger stated, staring at the room.

I swear, if there was ever a baby rocker, this would be his room. He had rock band posters everywhere. There was clothes thrown all around. Yeah, that's all what you'd expect from a rocker. The funny part was that most of his furniture was stuff that would be in a baby's room.

His dresser/desk was partially painted black, but I could see some little elephants under the thin paint. There was one elephant that wasn't painted over, but Roger had drawn devil horns on it. I could see he was really trying. Maybe this is why he didn't want me to come over, because he didn't want me to see his failure of a room.

"Hey, Roger, why the hell do you have baby furniture?" I said while laughing.

Roger was trying to look impassive. He was failing. Big time. "Cause, it's awesome." he said trying to cover his discomfort. Awesome my ass.

"Really, maybe I should get some." I joked while rolling my eyes.

Roger stared sadly at the baby-rocker (I wonder if those exist, I can see it now, a baby rocking out to AC/DC) room. "Okay fine Mark! I have god damn baby furniture, cause my parents won't get off their lazy asses and buy me some new shit. I mean why should they give a fuck? I'm only their fucking son, right?" He yelled and then sat down on the mattress on the floor. Yeah, he didn't have a bed frame, just a mattress that looked too short for him. Okay, now I feel really bad.

However, all the bad feeling were washed away when I noticed something. It was a stuffed penguin. Oh, I was sooooo gonna milk this for all it's worth. He had made fun of me when he found out about my stuffed bear, Mr. Fluffletins.

"Rog, what's that?" I snickered, as I pointed to the blue penguin. Seeing his instant discomfort was so funny. "Aw, that's cute. Do you sleep with him every night?"

"I…uh…He is my…um…his name is Zeus." he babbled.

"Zeus? Who the hell names a penguin Zeus?" I asked incredulously.

Roger shifted, then picked up the doll and hugged it close. Yeah, because I really want to steal it. "I named him Zeus when I was three. Besides, it a fuckin' sick name." Roger defended. "Got a problem with it? Oh and if you tell anybody, I will tell everybody about your Mr. Fluffle-whatever, and I will personally kick your sorry ass."

My, that's a great reason to keep my mouth shut. Okay, no talking about Zeus. Hehe…Roger sitting in his baby-rocker room, hugging Zeus. It's one of those sights that should be in the 1000 things to see before you die book. I wish I could take out my camera and film this, but he would rip my head off. I happen to like my head on my body.

"BOY GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!" a voice boomed from upstairs. Normally, that's not how most parents would greet their child.

Okay, now I'm starting to see the big picture………….oh, shit.

Roger looked like he would rather be pushed off a cliff by a suicidal Mickey Mouse. That was a bit random…

Roger's grayish green eyes flickered from the door to me. "BOY! GOD DAMN IT!" The voice yelled, rattling the house. Roger shot me a "do not follow me if you cherish your life" look, then he opened the door and walked out side.

A/N: Yeah, it's short. Don't fret, for we already have the next chapter written. Well, we have the whole story written (or planed), just not typed.

Review and you get to hug Zeus. Zeus wants hugs!