Author's Note: Chapter 11 of Will I? Im so glad that I've kept this one up...I'm hoping to get this chapter up tonight! Thanks to everyone for reading! Enjoy!
Your POV:
You hoped. But most of the time, hope just didn't do it. You decided that telling them you lost your job would just put more stress on your little bohemian family, which with Roger having just gotten hit by a taxi was a bad idea. Thankfully, Roger went home on Saturday, as scheduled. You all held a welcome home party for him, and he seemed happy enough.
The next few weeks went by slowly, but things weren't that bad. Roger eventually got the hold of his crutches, although he did still fall over at least once a day. Mark seemed more stressed out then usual, but other than that, things were okay. Until that one Friday night.
"OK! Thanks for coming! See you all later! Yup! Goodnight!" Mark closes the door to the loft. You decided to stay behind and spend the night with him, as he needed help with the whole Roger situation, and Collins was now living with Angel. He smiles at you. "That was fun." You say smiling back at him. "And loud." He laughs.
You had invited everyone over for drinks, as you couldn't really go to the life cafe with Roger in his condition. "Can I talk to you for a sec?" He says. Oh god. He motions for you to sit down on the couch, and you do. "Is everything ok?" You ask him.
"Yeah..." He says sitting down too. "But I need to ask you for a favor." He says. "It's a pretty big favor." He becomes more serious. "Yeah anything?" You tell him looking at Roger's bedroom door, he had gone to bed half an hour ago.
"I um...I've been having trouble with money." He says. "You know, neither me or Roger have jobs, Collins pitches in once in a while, but it's been tough. With Roger's medical bills, and paying the rent...I haven't been able to keep up with his AZT." He tells you. "And he only has a couple pills left...unless we want to become homeless, I don't have any money to pay for more, especially for a long period of time." He takes a breath.
"I know it's a lot to ask Y/NN, but you have a job...and I was just wondering if you could get Roger's AZT for a little bit? I promise I'll pay you back, I just need to-"
"Of course." You say without thinking. He looks you straight in the eyes. You smile. "Anything for you guys, I've got it don't worry. Just tell me where he gets it and I'll pick it up." You say. The look on his face makes you want to cry. "Oh my god Y/N thank you." He says, hugging you tightly.
"I love you." He says kissing you. You pull away, foreheads touching.
"I love you too."
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Life went on. You picked up Roger AZT every week, the bohemian crew got together at least once a week, and you spent hours looking for work. But to no avail. Roger's AZT was crazy expensive. You only had enough money for one more bottle at the most. What are you gonna do?! This is life or death! It's not a choice! You finally come to a decision. It's drastic especially for you...but you need to save Roger.
You put on all black, and pull the hood of your jacket up to cover your face. You find the nearest convenience store. One that you know only has one security camera, that no one monitors, thats in black in white, and has no sound. That's New York city for you.
You walk into the store and wait about twenty minutes for everyone to leave. You walk up to the counter with a few items and place them on the counter. "How ya doin'" The man at the counter asks. Oh boy you can't do this. But you need the money for Roger. But there has to be another way. Just do it. You smile. "Good." And thats when you do it. You punch the guy square in the jaw. He falls over, he didn't seem too strong. You quickly reach over the counter and open the cash register.
You grab everything you can in thirty seconds and bolt out the door. "Im sorry!" You yell on your way out. You dash down the street, trying to hide the money in your jacket. You are only a couple blocks from your apartment when you hear the sirens. "Shit." You say under your breath and look for a place you hide. You jump into an alleyway and hide behind a dumpster.
"please god..." You whisper under you breath. You hear a cop car pull up not far away. "Where is she?!" You hear someone yell. Oh god were you in trouble.
You don't know if it's been hours or seconds, but eventually someone comes walking down the alley way. "I'm checking in here!" You hear someone say. The footsteps got closer. You decide that if you ran you might be able to make it out of sight. You count to three and then stand up, bolting in the other direction.
"Hey!" You hear someone yell. You keep running. "Freeze! I've got a gun!" The officer yells. You stop dead in your tracks. You were too deep in now. "Hands behind your back!" The officer says. You groan, but do it anyway. The officer starts putting you in handcuffs. You protest, but in the end he is the one with the gun. He pushes you out of the alley way and into the cop car, talking to the other cop that was with him.
It wasn't the fact that you just got arrested that scared you. It was how everyone would react. You can't even imagine what Mark would say. What if he broke up with you?! Robbing a CVS was NOT a good idea.
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The car pulls up at the station, and a cop opens your door. He grabs you buy the arm and drags you inside. "Get off me!" You yell at him. He just continues into the building and throws you in a random cell. "I'm going to have a look at your file...you get one personal phone call." He says. He points to a small phone inside the cell and undoes your handcuffs. "I'll be back in a minute." He says before locking the door. You almost wish you didn't get a personal phone call.
But after five minutes of debating who to call you decide on the obvious. Mark. You dial in the number you know by heart and put the phone to your ear. Surprisingly, it's Roger who picks up. "Hello?" He says. "Rog, hey!" You say, trying to sound calm. "Hey Y/NN! Whats going on?" He asks you. "I need to talk to Mark." You say almost too urgently.
"Is everything okay?" He asks, sounding concerned. "Yeah, I just need to ask him something." You say. "Well sorry, but he's out filming right now, I forced him to leave the house for the first time in days." He says with a light laugh. "Can I give him a message?" He asks. God Mark, the one time I need you. "Um actually...it's pretty urgent." You say. Should you tell Roger? "Y/N tell me what's going on." Roger says. "You aren't even calling from your house phone." He points out.
"Yeah...um...that's because I'm in jail." You say softly, internally hoping he didn't hear. Sadly, he did. "YOU'RE WHERE?!" He yells into the phone. "In jail..." You say sheepishly. "WHAT?! WHY?!" He continues to yell. "It's a long story, but you guys need to come bail me out." You tell him. "God Y/N..." He sighs, obviously still freaked out. "I'll be there in ten minutes." He says. "Wait Roger get Mar-"
He hangs up.
