Silver Tears
By Daze
NOTE: ack.. I'm sorry this took so long to write. I'm just a strange arse person. Anyways. You know the drill. Marky and Roger belong to the late great Jonathan Larson. However, these shibby RENT teddy bears belong to ME. http://www.geocities.com/bohemianchica85/rentbears.html
ENJOY n__n!
Chapter 5: Memories
Roger POV
I woke up before he did. This is unusual because I'm so used to having him wake me up and give me breakfast. He looks to peaceful and at ease. I look at the smile on his face and I can feel a matching one start to make its way onto mine. I start thinking about the day we first met. I knew I fell in love with him the day I saw him in the park. It wasn't until years later that I was able to admit that to myself and years after that till I could admit it to anyone else.
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He was sitting on the grass in the park under a tree. He was crying. I casually wandered over to him and sat down. He looked at me with a look of pure terror on his face. "Don't hurt me… please don't hurt me." and he started crying again.
"Shhh… it's OK. I'm not going to hurt you. It's OK. I'm Roger. What's your name?" I asked him, and started to rub his back. "Mark." He told me this whole long story about how he was filming two people playing Frisbee and they saw him and beat him up. "… and it's not bad enough that they hurt me, but now I need a new strap for my camera." He sniffed and held up a broken camera strap. "I slept in the park last night but now I'm afraid to." And he started crying again. 'He slept in the park?' I thought to myself.
"Ummmm, Mark, I sort of live alone right now. I live in a loft with enough room for you to stay with me until you find a place. That is, unless that would make you feel uncomfortable or anything…" he looked up at me and that's when I fell in love. He looked so happy and his eyes were so big and cute. He hugged me and kept saying "thank you! thank you!" over and over again. I helped him get up and we walked back to the loft. When we got up the stairs, I helped him into my room and he lay down on the bed and fell asleep within 5 minutes.
When he woke up he started crying again. I heard him and was in the room in a second. He said he was scared because no one had ever been that nice to him before unless they wanted something from him. I looked at him for a minute. He looked like the kids who got beat up every day in high school. He was a very small person and he looked like he could be easily over- powered, he wore thick glasses that seemed to magnify his eyes a few times.
I hugged him and re-assured him that I would never hurt him. Funny, the irony of those words. I gave him the backpack that he had with him and watched as he spread out three t-shirts, 1 pair of cords, 1 sweater, and 3 pairs of boxers. Plus the stuff he was wearing. He asked in a timid voice if he could have some privacy to change his clothes. I walked out of the room and he limped out a few moments later wearing boxers and a t-shirt and asked me if I could help him get the bloodstains out of his clothes. It was only then that I saw the cuts all over his small arms and legs. I helped him and we fell asleep on the couch together.
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I hear a small murmur coming from Mark. He's starting to wake up and I feign sleep so that he can go about his morning ritual of breakfast and waking me.
By Daze
NOTE: ack.. I'm sorry this took so long to write. I'm just a strange arse person. Anyways. You know the drill. Marky and Roger belong to the late great Jonathan Larson. However, these shibby RENT teddy bears belong to ME. http://www.geocities.com/bohemianchica85/rentbears.html
ENJOY n__n!
Chapter 5: Memories
Roger POV
I woke up before he did. This is unusual because I'm so used to having him wake me up and give me breakfast. He looks to peaceful and at ease. I look at the smile on his face and I can feel a matching one start to make its way onto mine. I start thinking about the day we first met. I knew I fell in love with him the day I saw him in the park. It wasn't until years later that I was able to admit that to myself and years after that till I could admit it to anyone else.
*******
He was sitting on the grass in the park under a tree. He was crying. I casually wandered over to him and sat down. He looked at me with a look of pure terror on his face. "Don't hurt me… please don't hurt me." and he started crying again.
"Shhh… it's OK. I'm not going to hurt you. It's OK. I'm Roger. What's your name?" I asked him, and started to rub his back. "Mark." He told me this whole long story about how he was filming two people playing Frisbee and they saw him and beat him up. "… and it's not bad enough that they hurt me, but now I need a new strap for my camera." He sniffed and held up a broken camera strap. "I slept in the park last night but now I'm afraid to." And he started crying again. 'He slept in the park?' I thought to myself.
"Ummmm, Mark, I sort of live alone right now. I live in a loft with enough room for you to stay with me until you find a place. That is, unless that would make you feel uncomfortable or anything…" he looked up at me and that's when I fell in love. He looked so happy and his eyes were so big and cute. He hugged me and kept saying "thank you! thank you!" over and over again. I helped him get up and we walked back to the loft. When we got up the stairs, I helped him into my room and he lay down on the bed and fell asleep within 5 minutes.
When he woke up he started crying again. I heard him and was in the room in a second. He said he was scared because no one had ever been that nice to him before unless they wanted something from him. I looked at him for a minute. He looked like the kids who got beat up every day in high school. He was a very small person and he looked like he could be easily over- powered, he wore thick glasses that seemed to magnify his eyes a few times.
I hugged him and re-assured him that I would never hurt him. Funny, the irony of those words. I gave him the backpack that he had with him and watched as he spread out three t-shirts, 1 pair of cords, 1 sweater, and 3 pairs of boxers. Plus the stuff he was wearing. He asked in a timid voice if he could have some privacy to change his clothes. I walked out of the room and he limped out a few moments later wearing boxers and a t-shirt and asked me if I could help him get the bloodstains out of his clothes. It was only then that I saw the cuts all over his small arms and legs. I helped him and we fell asleep on the couch together.
*******
I hear a small murmur coming from Mark. He's starting to wake up and I feign sleep so that he can go about his morning ritual of breakfast and waking me.
