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A/N: Thank you to all of you who read and review. They really make my day. I have an idea of where I'm going with this, but I need more ideas for summer fun for my babies. Thank you fraulien for you idea. Very much appreciated. And thank you all in advance for ideas as well. And just thank you for just reading this. Love you all.

Chocolaty Teeth
(A few months later)

I'm up before the sun even rises. I get ready quick and run out of the house before my mom gets up. My dad has been taking me to school early because Roger and I agreed to meet so we can hang out. We've been doing this for a while now. My mom doesn't like it, but she can't exactly stop me. At least I'm going to school.

I get there and he's already waiting for me at the bleachers. This has become our 'spot'. We meet here every morning before school, and after school. Then we go to his house.

School as usual was a bore, but having Roger in my first two classes helps. I haven't been able to concentrate much in those two classes, because Roger and I are to busy fucking around. Not literally unfortunately.

The rest of my classes were a blur. All I could think about was school ending so I could see his beautiful smile. His perfect smile. Damn I've got it bad for him.

The bell rings. Freedom. I dash out of my last class and straight to the bleachers. I get there before Roger. He smiles at me as he approaches. I melt.

"Hey you're early." Roger acts surprised.

"Yeah. I ran out of class. I figured the faster I get out of there, the sooner the weekend starts."

"Yeah... So what are we doin' this weekend anyway?"

"Wanna go to the mall?" I didn't know what else to say.

"Nah. Same shit, different day."

"Okay. Then what do you wanna do?" My words come out a bit more aggressive than I'd expected.

"You don't have to get all pissy about it." He laughs at me. I don't think he was expecting that, but he laughs. I couldn't help but laugh too. I was a bit shocked to at my aggressiveness too. We stop, glance at each other and burst into even more laughter.

(Spring Break)

Roger and I have been hanging out everyday since we met. We go to his band practice, where his friends still don't seem to like me to much, then we usually hang out at his house. His mom is really cool. Nothing like my mom. His mom likes the kind of music he plays. My mom still calls it 'devil music'.

His band just got a gig playing the spring break festival at the Scarsdale Community Center. It's gonna be great. My mom says I can go as long as Roger's mom's there. She said she'd go so this is gonna be so much fun. I'm gonna take some pictures of them playing for the yearbook. And maybe a few shots of Roger for myself. I can't help it. I really like him. A lot. I just wish he felt the same way.

My mom drops me off at the community center, and I introduce her to Roger's mom so she knows that she'll be there. My mom, still not to keen with the idea of me hanging out so much with Roger, or seeing his band, leaves me in the capable hands of Roger's mom. She leads me inside and points me to the direction of Roger. I give her a smile and make my way over to him.

Roger's setting up his guitar for the show. The rest of his band gives me a dirty look and I can see them whispering to each other and laughing. I roll my eyes and ignore them. How rude. Roger turns around and spots me. Oh, what a gorgeous smile he has. I could stare at that smile for the rest of my life and die happy.

(A couple hours later)

The show's going great. Roger sang some of the songs he wrote as well as some of the songs the entire band came up with. Scott, the drummer kept giving me this nasty look like he was gonna rip my head off or something. I haven't done anything to him, why is he being such an ass?

"Hey, what were you thinking about?" Roger surprises me. When did the music stop?

"Oh, uh, nothing. Just got lost in the music."

Roger raises his right eyebrow. "The music's been over for the last 5 minutes. You look like you were daydreaming. Was it about me?" His last words were sarcastic. He snickers.

I furrow my brow. "Very funny Rog." If he only knew.

"C'mon, I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat." He grabs my arm and drags me to the table where they have plates of snack foods. He piles on a plateful of cookies, brownies, a few cupcakes, and a handful of mini peanut butter cups. I couldn't help but cringe at all the chocolate he plans on eating. I'd get sick after two brownies.

"Here. Eat this." Roger stuffs a cookie in my mouth before I can say no. I remove it from my mouth and place it atop a napkin.

"I can't eat that stuff. My mom doesn't like me eating to many sweets."

"Yeah, but your mom's not here. What she doesn't know won't hurt her." His mouth is full of the gooey chocolate and his words are barely audible. I laugh watching the chocolate cover his face.

"Wha?" He smiles at me baring his chocolaty teeth. Eww. I hand him a napkin then proceed to fill a plate of the more nutritious snacks offered on the table.

"Hey boys. Having fun?" Roger's mom approaches us.

Roger answers something along the line of yes, with his mouth still full of chocolate.

"I think what Rog is trying to say is yes Mrs. Davis." I answer for him. He smiles at me again. Eww. If only his teeth weren't covered with all that chocolate.

She smiles at us and shakes her head at Roger. She even lets out a little chuckle. "Well you boys have fun. Let me know when you're ready to leave." She turns to walk away, but stops. "Mark, will you be staying with us tonight?"

"Uh, yeah. I just need to call my mom and make sure it's alright." She nods and walks away.

"Hey Rog, be right back. I'm gonna call my mom and let her know I'm staying over tonight, k."

Roger looks up at me in confirmation, and before he has a chance to show off his teeth, I turn away heading to the payphone beside the restrooms.

Thankfully when I return he's finished his food, and wiped his face. Yes, no more chocolate on his teeth. He flashes me a smile and I swear my face reddens some. I hope he doesn't notice.

Roger's mom takes me to my house first so I can gather my belongings. I rush up the steps to my room, grab my backpack from the floor, stuff it with clothes, and other necessities for the evening.

My mom knocks on my door. "Marky honey," Damn, I know she's gonna ask me why I'm always hanging with Roger. I brace myself waiting to hear the words.

"Did you have fun tonight at the community center?" Wow. Not the words I was expecting.

"Yeah mom. Roger's band played and then we all just hung out."

"Oh, that's nice dear." Her smile fades hearing me talk of Roger. "Marky," Her eyes scan my room and freeze at my backpack. Here it comes. "You seem to spend all your time over at Roger's house. Don't you think you should stay home a little more?"

No. "Mom, I don't spend all my time there." Okay so maybe I do.

"Well I don't think you should go over there after school anymore."

No. She did not just say that. "But mom, he's my best friend. And his mom doesn't mind. Please mom." I've gotta figure out a way to convince her it's a good thing. "I get my homework done while I'm there. And I help Roger out with his. He's not that great in Social Studies. But now he's actually getting a good grade in that class. And he's really good in Math so he helps me out with that." That sounds good. Please buy it.

"I don't know Marky."

"Pleeeeease mom." I give her my best innocent pout. I even bat my eyes.

"Well," I add a bit more to the pout.

"Alright honey." She hesitantly gives in. "But," Damnit, I knew there'd be a but.

"On the weekends I want you to spend your time here." No not my weekends.

"But what about the homework we get on Fridays. He'll still need help with that."

She sighs. "Alright. Then on Sundays you will spend your time here. All day." It sounds more like a demand than a request.

I agree. If it's the only way I can be sure I still get to hang out with Roger. "Deal. Thanks mom." I give her a hug and a kiss. She walks out of my room and I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. That was a close one. I get the rest of my things together and run swiftly out of the house.