A/n: ah! I don't know what the problem is with this but the spacing and dialogue keeps getting screwed up! ::throws computer out window:: I fixed it to the best of my ability and I'm still working on cpt. 6 and struggling to do so, so bare with me. thanks for the support and reviews!!



The next thing I know, the sun is shining and my hand is in grainy stuff. Oh, right, sand. I quickly recap the night's events and smile into Roger's chest.

"Oh my god, it wasn't a dream." Apparently, I said this aloud because Roger laughed. "No, not at all." He kisses me sweetly on my forehead and pushes the hair from my face. My head was rising drastically; a sign that Roger was laughing to himself like he usually did as a hint he wanted to tell you something.

"What's so funny?" I ask and pull closer to him and rest my arm on his waist.

"You make some interesting noises in your sleep." He informs me of this now?! I spring up to a sitting position.

"Interesting? Interesting how?" I am scared. What do I do in my sleep? Nobody has ever told me this before. Wait.who would? He is laughing at me. Not a sure sign.

"Let's just say I sure as hell hope it was me you were dreaming about."

Of course I was, after last night who else would be on my mind. "Yeah, it wa-" I finally caught on. "Oh no." I feel my face getting hot. What do I say? "I'm sorry" was the only thing I can think of. He shakes his head and smiles. "Trust me, don't be." I do not think I have ever been this embarrassed. "Was I any good?" I shoot him a look. Fuck, why not make the best of the situation. "You have no idea."

I sit on his stomach and kiss him, refusing to stop until I had to. Unfortunately, that time came too soon. Someone was clearing their throat above us. "Shit" we both mutter as if it were choreographed. I climb off Roger and he sits up. Beach security, not what the morning in my dream consisted of. Roger suddenly looks sick and I look down.

"I am afraid you two boys-or whatever you are-have to leave."

With this disgusting homophobic asshole's comment Roger and I both jerk our heads upward to look at him. He jumps up, me staying where I am.

"Good morning to you too, and no we don't have to leave." He glares, I stand up next to Roger and grab his hand. Security asshole gets very uncomfortable. My intentions exactly.

"Yes you do and will be fined also, twenty dollars for each of you." He pulls out a pen and ticket.

"This is bullshit!!" Roger starts going mad. "You cannot fucking kick me out and make me pay for kissing someone I love!"

"Roge, stop." I step in front of him and try to reason with the officer. "Sir, would you please tell us why we are serving these consequences other than the fact that you are ignorant and homophobic?" I speak calmly but he does not look pleased.

"You do not have a residence here." He informs us without looking up from his pad and pen. I was defeated I suppose.

"That is where you are wrong again." Roger chimes in. Now who wins?

"Are you and.him currently staying here?" He gestures toward me.

"No, but there's a home that's in my father's name." They continue trying to beat each other out.

"Well, he must be staying in it for you to be here."

"That would be difficult, don't you think, considering he is buried six feet underground and all?"

I see the anger and furiousity in Roger's face. The officer pauses for a moment but then persists.

"I am sorry, but you still are leaving and are still required to pay the fine."

This is clearly not right. I was getting into this now, there is no way that I am paying for this crap.

"This cannot be correct sir, I don't think-"

"Give me the goddamned tickets" Roger snatches the papers from the man's hand, picks up his stuff. Handing me my camera, he dragged me back to the car.

"It's not fucking worth it." This remark stabbed me more than it should have.

"So I'm not worth it to you either, am I?" I knew this was not true. It was just a kickoff to the point that I was trying to get at.

"What are you talking about Mark?" his tone sharply bites me. We throw our stuff in and get into the car before I begin my lecture.

"You're not going to fight this, are you?" I really am hurt. Maybe I take things too personally. Either way, I feel like I was misled.

"Arguing with a prick over something so ridiculous did not seem worth it to me." I pull away when he attempts to rub the back of my neck from the driver's seat.

"What's wrong?" What is NOT wrong with this situation?

"What's wrong? That man is wrong and you are just letting him win? You have to show him that you were the one who was right so at least he learns something!"

He groans. "I don't have to explain who I am and who I love to anyone but you." he says coldly, just wanting to ignore the situation and skip to 'happily ever after.' He pulled this façade with April and Mimi and I'm not watching it again. It's bullshit.

"Always taking the easy way out, aren't you Roger?"

I knew after I said this that I should not have. His face turns to ice. My body suddenly is thrusted against the window when he jerks the car to the side of the highway where there is a small rest area. He puts the car in park and turns off the engine. I never thought that silence could hurt so much.

"What the fuck, Mark. If it is that big of a deal then I will find a way to pay for both tickets myself."

He doesn't get it still. I'm not surprised if steam was coming out of my ears at this point.

"You just proved my point! When April died you left ME to claim her fucking body because you didn't think you could."

I saw that look of death in his eye but kept pushing.

"You shut down and waited for us to bring you around again. Mimi's dying and you're angry at life. You leave us here while you are making things better in Santa Fe. You break up with Mimi and again, I have to spend the time with her to make sure she doesn't kill herself too. Then she dies and you don't even go to the fucking funeral. JESUS CHRIST ROGER! You can't even take your own damn AZT to keep you alive, or would you rather just die and take the easy way out again?"

I was so worked up and yelling so much I didn't even realize that I was crying. He was looking straight ahead through the glass windshield.

"Fuck you." he says and it felt like I had just been shot. He was still and so was I. As much as I wanted to apologize and take back all I said, I couldn't. I knew he would not accept it either. All I really wanted to do was kiss the sweet lips that got us into this whole mess in the first place. In the back of my mind, though, I knew that there was truth in what I had said. I didn't need to go that far, that much I knew, but essentially, I was right. I think Roger knew it too, for he had nothing to say. He pulls the car out and after that not a word was said. The hours home were spent alone with my thoughts and the silence that get even more painful.