Author's note: Hope you like this chapter, in which Mark finds out another interesting fact about Roger. Nothing sad this time.

"Mark!" A pillow came thudding down on my head. "Time to get up!" He hit me with it again.

"If I open my eyes," I groaned "To fine that it's an ungodly hour it the morning, I swear I will kill you."

"Don't worry it's ten." I sat up and quickly put on my glasses. Judging by the amount of light seeping through the closed curtain it did look to be about ten. This was odd, I usually never slept past nine. I then took a look at Roger who was fully dressed (Thank God), and holding a bunch of bananas, a box of Captain Crunch, and a carton of milk. Which he threw down on my lap.

"What is this?" I took the items off me and got up to find something warmer to put on.

"It's breakfast."

"Yay!" I cheered weakly as I found what I needed and disappeared into the bathroom. When I got out I saw that Roger was flipping threw the channels on a TV that was resting on the floor. "Ah… Was there always a TV in here?"

"No, but there was in the next room down." I opened my mouth in shock.

"Roger are you saying that you stole a TV set from another room?"

"No," He sounded offended. "I'm borrowing it. I'll put it back tonight."

"How did you even get in the room without the key?"

"Oh, that doesn't really matter. Here," He gave me a bowl of cereal, which I took with my one free hand. The other was busy concealing something behind my back. "Merry Christmas."

"And where did you get these bowls and spoons?"

"That doesn't matter either."

"But did you-"

"Look, the TV's a little Christmas gift to myself, and I promise I'll put it back, so don't worry."

"Hey, that reminds me." I took the brown paper package out from behind my back and held it out to him. "Merry Christmas to you." His face fell a little bit when he took it from me.

"Ah thanks."

"What is it?"

"It's just I feel like a bit of a jerk, I didn't get you anything. You know because you don't-"

"That's fine. I never gave anyone a Christmas gift before, so I thought why not." I smiled watching him unwrap it. He turned it over in his hands a few times and then grinned that grin I loved so much. It was a new copy of Shakespeare's sonnets, just like the old worn one he'd checked out of the library about a million times.

"Aw, you remembered."

"How could I forget, you never put that book down. I thought I'd just save you the pain of library fees."

"Thanks. Come sit with me I want to show you something." I took a seat on the floor next to him and began to dig into my food. "Why would a snowman wear a vest?"

"What?" He pointed to Rudolph on the TV.

"What does he need a vest. It's not like he's cool."

"Maybe he wants to be fashionable? If you were a snowman wouldn't you want to be fashionable?"

"I still don't like it. A talking snowman…" he scoffed

"This whole show's about talking reindeer, what do you expect?" We spent the next hour laughing our asses off at the classic cartoon, over things like how sexist the male reindeer were and whether that Elf was my great grandfather.

"It makes sense though!" Roger argued.

"It does not!"

"Yeah, okay, you're both blond, both annoying as hell some times, both wear ugly clothes-

"I don't wear ugly clothes." I looked down at my favorite blue and red sweater.

"And you both don't like Santa-"

"You're crazy."

"Ah, yeah." As the credits rolled Roger and I both grabbed a banana.

"Hey if you could have any Christmas gift in the world, what would it be?" You, was course the first thing that came to my mind.

"Inspiration for the perfect film." Roger laughed at me.

"That's lame."

"Why is that lame?"

"I mean I want to fine inspiration to write a sound, but a gift shouldn't be about work."

"Whatever, that's what I'm going with. What about you?"

"Hmm," Roger thought deeply. "A…hot Latino stripper, with too much eye liner and all night." He chuckled. "Or," He suggestively eyed the banana he was unpeeling "Some Greek guy with a great dick. Either way I'm good." I gasped sending a piece of half chewed banana down my throat. I coughed and had to bang on my chest a few times to get it down.

"What's wrong? Are you upset that my gift would be better then yours."

"No," I coughed again. "I just wasn't expecting that."

"What? Greek guys are hot." I gazed at him as wide eyed as a deer in head lights. He chewed his piece a fruit looking at me as if to say what? "Oh, yeah." He swallowed "I'm bi. Did I not tell you?" All my limbs seemed to go limp like they were full of sand. My head was spinning as well. I shook my head slowly. "I don't mean to alarm you but you're starting to look like a lobster." He was right I could feel the blood going to my cheeks. I tried to speak but not air would come out. "Mark, does this news upset you?" I mouthed the word no.

"Then what's with-"

"I think I might be-" We said at the same time. I froze. Why did I say anything at all? There was a long pause as we looked at each other with equally shocked expressions. Then Roger's face split into an evil smile.

"Does that have something to do with what's been going on with you lately?" I nodded my heart pounding in my ears. "You think you might be…bi?" I felt like my breathe was being pulled out my lungs. Oh God it was all coming out in the open.

"Yes." Fearfully I managed. I waited for his reaction.

"Cool." he said as if it was nothing and then went back to his banana. My frozen stage was over, now I wanted to talk to him about everything. Well almost everything.

"Wait! You're bi!" I gasped.

"Yeah… so are you. So what?"

"No, It's just I don't really know- well I know that I am- but I don't know how!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I don't know how to by Bi?"

"What do you mean?" Roger looked puzzled.

"You know… I'm just not sure how it all works." He laughed.

"Well, in my adventures with both sexes, I would say that it's pretty much the same."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I guess the sex is a little different but other then that." I blushed some more at the idea of Roger having sex. "You've never had a relationship with another man?" I shook my head.

"I've never been with anyone but Maureen." I said a bit sadly.

"Do you miss her still?" Roger voice lost it's laugher as he said this.

"I don't miss her. I miss having someone though." I sighed. Roger opened his mouth about to speak but was cut off by a loud knock on the door.

"Chestnuts roasting…" A man sang even louder from outside.

"Collins!" Roger sprang up to get the door. I sat there still in shock about what just happened.