It's not terribly short, but it's not too long either. Enjoy!

After a seemingly long bus ride (I can't say how long, I fell asleep), we reached New York City. And after a few subway rides, we reached Alphabet City just as the sun was setting. Mark quickly hurried to the loft and bolted up the stairs before anyone could…take advantage of him per say.

"Hello?" Mark called when he entered the loft, "Lou? Collins? It's Mark. I'm home!"

There was no answer.

"Mark?" someone said suddenly, probably female, "Mark?"

Mark turned around and I saw a small girl with fiery red hair and deep-set blue eyes heavily outlined with black eyeliner.

"Are you…April?" Mark guessed, "Lou's new girlfriend?"

The girl smiled. "So he has mentioned me," she said, "Yeah, I'm April. And seeing as you didn't protest it, you must be the Mark fellow Lou and Collins are so worried about."

"That would be me," Mark said, grinning, "Where is everyone anyway?"

"Out looking for you," she answered, "They came home once over the past few days, and that was at two in the morning. They slept until four and then went back out. They're really worried about you."

Mark blushed. "Oh, there's no need for that, I'm okay," he mumbled, "So, um, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I was out helping them look," April answered, "But I brought back every strawberry blonde, scrawny, sixteen-year-old looking boy with black-rimmed glasses I could find. Collins and Lou just decided it would be better if I stayed here incase you came back instead of dragging random strangers everywhere. I guess it was a good thing though."

"Yeah," Mark said, sitting down on the broken couch, "Hey, wanna play a game of Truths?"

April smirked. "Lou and his games," she muttered, "Sure. Why don't you go first?"

"Okay, um, my best friend is going to come live here in New York City one day."

"And how do you know that?" April asked teasingly.

"Well, he promised," Mark answered, "And Roger never breaks his promises to me. We've been best friends for years."

"That's cool," April answered, "My turn. Uh, as much as I love Lou, my favorite kind of guys are rockers. Guys who write their own music and play the guitar."

Mark laughed. "April, I think you'll like my friend Roger,"

"Why?"

"His dream is to become a Rocker Sex God. He plays the guitar, quite well I may add, and he writes his own music." Mark said.

April's eyes lit up. "Tell me about Roger!" she demanded, "What's he look like? What about his personality?"

Mark laughed. "Well," he started, "Roger has somewhat long hair. It's like…I dunno, it's my length I guess. He spikes it up almost all the time. He just got it cut a few years ago. He used to wear it long. And he has these bright green eyes."

April shivered. "He sounds really handsome,"

Mark grinned. "I guess, but I find it weird calling my best friend handsome," he said, "Anyway, Roger's really rebellious. I'm really surprised I was the first one to leave Scarsdale actually. He was always the one talking about running away to New York City. He's a really good dancer. He helped me learn to tango. Well, he at least let me practice with him. Reminds me of the time we crashed a party in our honor. I'm always having fun when I'm with Roger."

April rested her head on her hands as she sat at the metal table. "He really must be a great guy."

"Roger? Yeah, I don't know how I'd live without him."