Disclaimer: Still on the first page. It will always be on the first page. But how I wish these were mine. Thanks again Jonathan Larson.

A/N: Thanks again sooooo much to all of you who've read and reviewed. Also thank you to those who just read it. I appreciate it so much. It makes me smile brightly hearing from all those who reviewed it. Here's chap 5. I need some ideas for summer fun for two almost eighth grade Mark/Roger. Any ideas at all. I welcome all sorts of stuff. It's been a while since I was that young so I forgot what they do. hehe. Thanks alot again. Love you all.

Chapter 5- Marky? Only My Mom Calls Me That

For the next several hours we did nothing but bullshit, and laugh about how horrible my hair looked. I gaze at my watch and realise it's almost 3 o'clock. Shit. I have to do my homework. Damnit. I only have homework in Social Studies. If my mom finds out I skipped school today she's gonna be beyond pissed.

"Hey Rog, what am I gonna do about not having my homework done?"

"You're worried about homework? Why? Just don't do it. Missing your homework one time isn't gonna hurt your grade."

"Well, what if the teachers call my parents?" I chew on my lower lip nervously.

"Don't worry so much." If he knew my mom he wouldn't say that. "Hey you hungry?" He jumps off his bed and heads out the door.

"Yeah I am." I follow him downstairs.

He makes us bologna sandwiches, then we sit at the dining table and eat. These aren't to bad. Could use a little more mustard.

After we eat we head back to his room. He plops on his bed and takes his guitar out of its case.

"Play me something." I exclaim.

"What do you want me to play?"

"I don't know. I don't listen to much music. My mom's not to keen on me listening to anything that could slightly resemble 'devil music' as she puts it."

He laughs. "Devil music? Wow. Then that would make me the 'son of Satan' then. Ooh, better be careful Mark. I might convert you." He laughs again and I laugh with him. Oh that smile again. It makes my heart melt every time I see it.

"My mom's a little weird what can I say?"

"Are you weird like your mom Marky?" Marky? Only my mom calls me that. Well, and my sister when she's being a bitch. But it sounds cute coming from him so I don't protest.

"What do you mean by weird?" I can feel sweat beads sliding down my forehead.

"Do you think I play 'devil music'?"

Whew! "No. I think your music's great. I haven't heard much of it before, but I like it."

"That's cool." He began playing his guitar. Something I've never heard before. He even starts singing. He's got a great voice. I listen intently.

Before I knew it, it was 5:30. "Oh shit. I better get going. Hey Rog, what time does your mom get home tonight?"

"I think sometime after 10. Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner? I'll call my mom and see if it's okay."

"Sure. But she won't say anything about my 'devil music' will she?" He snickers.

"Naw. Don't worry about it. If she does though, I'll thwart the conversation away from it."

I call my mom and she says it's okay for Roger to come over. Yes. I get to spend more time with him. I get to see more of his beautiful smile.

"When we get to my house make sure not to mention about today. You know, not going to class?"

"Not a worry. My lips are sealed. Besides, would I tell your mom if I won't even tell my mom?"

"You've got a point. Okay. So my mom says she'll pick us up so we don't have to take the bus."

"Cool." He smiles at me. I almost die.

My mom arrives and I slide into the front seat and he in the back. My mom takes one look at him and shakes her head. I can tell already she doesn't like him. It's okay though. I like him and that's all that counts.

The car ride was horrible. My mom was interrogating him the whole way there. But Roger was cool. He was a perfect gentleman. I laugh inwardly. When we arrive, my sister comes running out.

She notices Roger. "Is this your little friend Marky?"

He extends a hand to her. "I'm Roger." He smiles even.

She snubs him and runs to my mom. I shake my head in discontent. "Don't mind my sister. She can be a real bitch."

"It's cool." His smile disappears.

I lead him inside and point him to the dining room. His expression changes. He notices the living room and his jaw drops in awe.

"Wow. You have a really nice house. Are you like rich?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "No. Not really. I mean we live comfortably. My dad's an accountant."

"Very cool."

"Come on boys. Dinner's ready." My mom calls to us.

After dinner my mom takes Roger home. I go with them just in case my mom decides she wants to interrogate him again.