NOTE: Second Chapter. Roger's POV again. I'll make a Mark POV one of these
days. Once again, they belong to the late great Jonathan Larson. Oh. and
the part about The Who; I needed a band, and I was listening to "My
Generation - The Very Best" when I wrote this. Same thing with the hot
chocolate. LOL
I know some people wanted to know HOW Mark got HIV+
I'm going to explain than once I get into the Mark POV chapters. Prolly Ch. 4 or 5.
ENJOY n_n!!!
Silver Tears
By Daze
Chapter Two: Christmas Morning
"Roger!" I hear him saying. "Roger! Wake up! Look!" I open my eyes to see Mark looking back at me, grinning, all showered and dressed already. I glance at the clock on the VCR. Twelve o'clock. Twelve o'clock. Twelve o'clock. It takes me a while to realize that the VCR clock is broken. "Look!" he says again, and points to the small Christmas tree I set up last week. I notice several presents under it labeled "To Roger; Love Mark" Mark crawls over to the tree stand and grabs one of them. He attempts to crawl back to me with it, but he needs both hands to crawl. He tosses the box to me, crawls onto the couch, and rests his head on my shoulder. I can't help but notice that he looks so much happier than he did last night.
I open the box and find a smaller box. Heh. Cute. In that box, however, was a twenty-dollar gift card to Blockbuster Video. I love him so much. He crawls back to the tree and I join him on the floor. He hands me the boxes with my name on them one by one until I have a small pile sitting in front of me. Guitar picks, a CD by The Who, a key chain with my name on it in glow in the dark letters, four "chocolate orange" my favorite candy, and because he always seems to know what I need, I find a new pair of boxers.
I smile and scoop him into my arms. He kisses my neck and starts giggling. It's good to not have him so sad like he was last night. We sit like that for a few minutes He sighed happily and leaned up against my chest. . I ran my fingers through his soft yellow hair. Suddenly, he picks his head up. "Oh! I almost forgot!" he said, looking up at me, "Follow me! I'll take you to the other half of your Christmas present!" He limps towards the kitchen. I follow him, walking at a slow pace so I don't pass him. We enter the room and I see 2 steaming mugs of hot chocolate, a plate piled with pop tarts, blueberry for me, strawberry for him, and two bowls of hot cereal on the table. In the center of the table, there's a heart shaped candle. Did I mention how much I love him? I help him into his chair and I sit opposite him. As we're eating, he says that the girls are coming over later. He means Maureen, Joanne, and Mimi. Ya know, I've become a lot better friends with all three of them after coming out as being gay. We finish breakfast and I hand Mark a small wrapped package. He looks at it and smiles. "Wait till tonight, Roger! I'll open it when I light my candles for Chanukah!" "I have another one for tonight. Open this one now." He picks it up and carefully takes the paper off of it. He looks at it and cries. But this is different than last night. He's smiling. I had given him a framed picture. I found it in an old photo album. It was a picture of the two of us, grinning at the camera. It was taken when we first met, I was 22, he was 21. Before we got sick, before Mimi, before Maureen. Before April. Before AIDS. "Thank you." He said. He placed it carefully next to the heart shaped candle and smiled again. "Now." He said, wiping the tears form his eyes, "Let's get ready for people to come here. Collins said he might stop by later, too. You go get dressed and I'll clean up the table"
I know some people wanted to know HOW Mark got HIV+
I'm going to explain than once I get into the Mark POV chapters. Prolly Ch. 4 or 5.
ENJOY n_n!!!
Silver Tears
By Daze
Chapter Two: Christmas Morning
"Roger!" I hear him saying. "Roger! Wake up! Look!" I open my eyes to see Mark looking back at me, grinning, all showered and dressed already. I glance at the clock on the VCR. Twelve o'clock. Twelve o'clock. Twelve o'clock. It takes me a while to realize that the VCR clock is broken. "Look!" he says again, and points to the small Christmas tree I set up last week. I notice several presents under it labeled "To Roger; Love Mark" Mark crawls over to the tree stand and grabs one of them. He attempts to crawl back to me with it, but he needs both hands to crawl. He tosses the box to me, crawls onto the couch, and rests his head on my shoulder. I can't help but notice that he looks so much happier than he did last night.
I open the box and find a smaller box. Heh. Cute. In that box, however, was a twenty-dollar gift card to Blockbuster Video. I love him so much. He crawls back to the tree and I join him on the floor. He hands me the boxes with my name on them one by one until I have a small pile sitting in front of me. Guitar picks, a CD by The Who, a key chain with my name on it in glow in the dark letters, four "chocolate orange" my favorite candy, and because he always seems to know what I need, I find a new pair of boxers.
I smile and scoop him into my arms. He kisses my neck and starts giggling. It's good to not have him so sad like he was last night. We sit like that for a few minutes He sighed happily and leaned up against my chest. . I ran my fingers through his soft yellow hair. Suddenly, he picks his head up. "Oh! I almost forgot!" he said, looking up at me, "Follow me! I'll take you to the other half of your Christmas present!" He limps towards the kitchen. I follow him, walking at a slow pace so I don't pass him. We enter the room and I see 2 steaming mugs of hot chocolate, a plate piled with pop tarts, blueberry for me, strawberry for him, and two bowls of hot cereal on the table. In the center of the table, there's a heart shaped candle. Did I mention how much I love him? I help him into his chair and I sit opposite him. As we're eating, he says that the girls are coming over later. He means Maureen, Joanne, and Mimi. Ya know, I've become a lot better friends with all three of them after coming out as being gay. We finish breakfast and I hand Mark a small wrapped package. He looks at it and smiles. "Wait till tonight, Roger! I'll open it when I light my candles for Chanukah!" "I have another one for tonight. Open this one now." He picks it up and carefully takes the paper off of it. He looks at it and cries. But this is different than last night. He's smiling. I had given him a framed picture. I found it in an old photo album. It was a picture of the two of us, grinning at the camera. It was taken when we first met, I was 22, he was 21. Before we got sick, before Mimi, before Maureen. Before April. Before AIDS. "Thank you." He said. He placed it carefully next to the heart shaped candle and smiled again. "Now." He said, wiping the tears form his eyes, "Let's get ready for people to come here. Collins said he might stop by later, too. You go get dressed and I'll clean up the table"
