A/n: I FINALLY got a chance to type this up. It was a miracle. Now the next project is taking time to write! ::winks:: reviews always work! So even if you don't like the story, review for my sake so I can get motivated! Thank you! I only love them, not own them. I don't think anyone in their right mind would let me anyway.

When we got home I take my guitar out of the car as soon as I turn off the ignition. Mark can take his own shit and for all I care he can take it and shove it wherever the hell he wants. I've never felt this angry, more hurt and disappointed all at the same time. Who knows how I even drove home, I was so worked up my vision was blurred. Now I'm laying on my bed crying like a fucking baby. Why does he do this to me?

I think he's still out in the car. Good, I hope he feels bad that son of a bitch. The other part of me is saying 'go out there, apologize, and sweep him off his feet.' At least I'm beginning to think sensibly. Reflecting on the morning's events is not what I want to do right now. My eyes throb from the built up tears that this is causing me.

It must have been a good thirty minutes of me pounding my pillow before I hear the door to the loft open. I'm not dealing with him right now. He can't see me crying. I turn my back to the door and pretend to be sleeping. The door to my room creaks as it is ever so slowly opening. I'm doing as much as I can to stop my body from shaking.

"Roger?" I hear him whisper my name. I haven't heard his voice since he was yelling at me. It was so much more beautiful, peaceful, loving, and MARK when he was this gentile. It sounds like he has been crying too. As much as I want to turn to him and hold him, I don't, I won't. The last thing I want to do is fight with him again. I would cool off some more before I talk to him. I'm talking responsibly, something I know I do not deal with well. When he said all of that in the car I was not furious because of his point. I know I was wrong, it took me a lot of pain and dead quiet to realize it, but I would rather not deal with that. If I knew that it would be causing me this I would have though. Mark knows this, and he knows that I do too. This lack of taking the initiative and having courage is a flaw I have and something I need to work on despite my stubborn attitude. If he loves me as much as he said he does then he would help me work on the problem instead of throwing a horrific past in my face.

After I feel his eyes on me for a minute he sighs before exiting from under my door frame. I think of leaving this hell hole for a while and finding an old friends' place to crash at. Wait.that would do a lot of good. Nice idea Davis, prove his point.

I love him. I want to fix this entire morning for him. That much I will do. I suppose it is the least I can do. Tomorrow I'll take Mark and go to the police station and demand that the ticket is cleared. For now I'm not leaving my room.

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The next thing I know there is a banging on the door to the loft.

'Shit, when did I fall asleep?'

I stumble over crap on the floor on my way to answer the door. It's Joanne. Perfect.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you?"

It takes me a second to realize that she is probably referring to my swollen eyes from a mix of crying and sleeping.

"Thanks." I stand out of the way, letting her in.

"What time is it?"

"Six o'clock. I walked here to get my car back and see how things went."

She sits down on the couch and I'm in the kitchen making coffee, wondering where Mark is. Almost freakishly at the same time I spot a note on the table.

"FUCK!"

I must have scared Joanne, she jumps out of her seat.

"What?"

"Mark's gone." I feel a blend of every negative emotion there is when I read the letter aloud to her.

"Roge- I figured you needed time to rethink falling in love with me, and 'us' in general for that matter. I'll be back in a few days. Don't try to find me, I'm okay. Take as much time as you need."

When I look up her eyebrows are raised, it was scary. I know what she is thinking, 'what the hell did you do to him?' I'll be nice and spare her the breath. Sitting on the table with the note in my hand I explain every detail as I remember it as she stares at me. I finish and wait for her to talk.

"First of all, he'll be back. Don't you worry your cute little ass. Second of all, today is Sunday, but tomorrow at noon I'll meet you at the police station to clear this up. Then when he gets back you two love birds will make up, I don't want to know how, and everything will be fabulous."

She makes it sound so easy.

"What the hell good are you going to do? No offense, but do you think you're God or something? I'm telling you this guy was intimidating or else I would have squared it away right there!"

"I'm a lawyer you jackass." Now I feel like an idiot. "And I happen to know that the officer I plan on reasoning with is quite understanding."

I'm suddenly feeling more optimistic and even manage to smile for the first time since last night.

"Now can I have my car back?"

I get her keys and kiss her on the cheek before she leaves.

"Thanks."

"You owe me big time."