:D AMAZING. I made it all the way to chapter 21:D If I can keep thinking of random stuff to write about, the story will continue! I had some pretty funny ideas. It was awesome. :P

Disclaimer: I don't own the RENT-y-ness.
July 18, 1992, 2pm EST

"Marky, I had this really cool idea. You know how the Lust-Muffin started our whole relationship… well I found out from Maureen where she got it. Let's go to the bakery!"

"Okay Rog. Let me get my camera- maybe we can interview the owner of the shop, or whoever makes the muffins."

They walked down the street for a few blocks, finally coming to a small shop with a sign in the window reading: "Bakery of Rare Foods." They opened the door, triggering a tinkling bell thing. It made Mark giggle, for some strange reason. They looked around at the shelves full of freshly-baked bread, muffins, pastries, and other things. Behind the counter was a short hispanic-looking woman with graying hair.

"Hello. May I help you boys? Looking for anything in particular?"

"Uh, no thank you ma'am. But are you the owner of this shop?" Roger asked.

"Yes, I own this bakery."

"Well, we had a few questions about something our friends bought here." Mark explained to her. "They bought a very special muffin on Valentine's Day."

"Ah! My famous Lust-Muffin, was it?"

"Yeah! So anyway, our friend gave it to us, actually..."

"Oh, are you boys still together? I'm surprised... usually the people who share the muffin break up when it wears off." Mark had already lost all thoughts of his camera.

"Wait... wears off?"

"Yes. The moment someone informs you of the Muffin and its powers, the spell is broken. From then on it's all you."

Mark grinned at Roger. "So we really were meant to be together."

"Aw, Marky. I knew it." They couldn't resist a quick kiss, making the old woman laugh.

"Well, it seems as if my special recipe worked well enough to get your attention! Here, have a croissant." She handed them the pastry, and they thanked her profusely.

They left the bakery laughing, and headed back towards the loft, holding hands and kissing as they walked. The moment couldn't have been more perfect... until they heard someone behind them yelling.

"God, fucking fags! You're all going to hell!"

Mark winced, and Roger squeezed his hand.

"It's okay, Mark. He's just another idiot. Ignore him."

They reached the loft safely, and curled up on the couch together. Mark rested his head on Roger's shoulder and stared up at the ceiling.

"Hey Rog? Have I told you lately how sorry I am for all the shit I put you through?"

"Mark, it's okay. I already told you, it's okay. And you've told me this like, every ten minutes. It's fine." He kissed Mark on the forehead and grinned. "Well... we have all afternoon before I have to go to work. What do you want to do?"

"Let's get a new movie to watch together!"

By the time they got back from the movie store it was nearly 3:30. Mark quickly put the movie into the VCR.

"So wait… what are we watching?"

"I don't know. A romantic comedy or something."

Roger looked skeptical. "Why do I let you buy the movies? What am I getting as a reward for sitting through this?"

Mark thought for a moment before answering. "When you get home... you get... hmmm..."

"I know! If I sit through this whole movie, without making any rude comments or yawning, you have to let me tie you to the bed tonight... with your scarf." Mark blushed a deep pink color, and nodded his head.

"Deal. You just have to promise... not to hurt my scarf. Don't stretch it."

"Okay, Marky. I know how much you love that stupid scarf."

They watched the movie, and by the end Mark was cursing. Roger had been perfectly silent throughout the whole thing.

"So, I guess this means I get to have fun tonight." Roger grinned wickedly. Mark sighed.

"Fine. You win."

Edited AN: Short chapters are annoying. Sorry. But yeah... still editing.