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A/N: Thanks again all of you for reading/reviewing. Still need ideas for more summer fun.

I've Ever Lied
(A couple weeks later)

Well I didn't die. Although I still wonder, since my mom has let me spend every night at Roger's. How great is that? Oh, and I found out how my mom found out we were at the mall. Roger and his mom have this understanding. Whenever he doesn't come straight home from school and doesn't call, he's at the mall. 'Cause if he's at one of his other friend's houses, he can call from there. So when my mom called to see if I was there, Roger's mom told her she had taken us to the mall 'cause she had to pick up a few things and left us there. She also told my mom she told me she'd call her to let her know. It's a good thing no one asked any questions. I would've been busted for sure.

Roger's mom is so cool. She totally covered for me. Roger's lucky. My mom would have never done something that cool. But I guess that's why Roger's so cool. However, my mom's been pretty cool lately. I mean she's been letting me stay with Roger every night since school's been out. But I already said that.

Most of the time Roger and I are home alone because his mom works all the time at the diner. Sometimes double shifts. And seeing Roger clean up the house or make dinner to help his mom out is wonderful. He's so amazing. It just makes me fall... Oh God, my sister's right. I am in love with him. I wish he felt the same way about me.

"Whatcha doing?" Roger breaks my concentration.

"Huh? Oh nothing. Just thinking about stuff."

Roger plops down beside me on his mattress which lays on the floor adjacent from the door. "What kinda stuff?" He asks curiously. He rests his chin in his hands, that beautiful smile on his face.

"Oh just something my sister said."

"And what would that be?" Roger moves closer to me. His face right in front of mine. I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd say he was going to kiss me. If only.

I recoil, trying so hard not to blush. "It's nothing, I swear. She was just being a stupid bitch." Please don't let him see me blush.

He turns around to lay on his back. He glances up at me in an upside down view. "Is that all?" Oh no. Is he becoming suspicious?

"Y...yeah. That's all." I'm not lying to him. Just not telling him the whole truth.

"Uh huh." Roger stares at me. His eyes holding suspicion. Damnit. Don't blush Mark. Don't let him know.

I jump up swiftly and make my way out of his room. "I'll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom." I run in and close the door before he has a chance to catch me.

"Marky, are you hiding something?" Roger says from behind the bathroom door. He even jiggles the handle. Ha. I locked it. Just try to get in. Now he can't see my bright red face.

"No, I just have to go."

"Then why don't I hear anything." Damnit. Why is he doing this? Stop it or I'll have to let you know how I feel about you, and I'm not ready to do that.

I turn the sink on lightly for the drizzle sound. I hope he buys it. I then flush the toilet, 'wash' my hands, and open the door. By then the red is completely gone from my face. Thank goodness.

"All done." I smile wryly at him.

Roger rolls his eyes and sighs. I can tell he doesn't believe me. Just don't think about it and quickly change the subject.

"I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat."

"You're always hungry. You know, you eat more than me. Where the hell does it go?" Whew! Roger went with the subject change.

I glance down to my feet. His eyes follow to. "Well that would explain your big feet. To bad. Instead of growing up, your feet are growing out." Roger snickers.

"Yeah I get it. I'm short." I shoot him a malicious look. Roger burst into hysterics.

I can't help but start up too. I know I'm short. Not to mention scrawny. And the hair. Don't get me started on that. I am the epitome of nerdism. So why does Roger hang out with me? Heh, I'm still trying to figure that out myself.

We walk out of the hall practically falling down. It takes us a bit of time to get to the kitchen. When we do finally get there I sit at the table while Roger fixes us something to eat.

"Here you go." Roger hands me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Thanks." I watch him take a few bites before tearing into mine. I wasn't really hungry. I just needed an excuse to get out of the terrible predicament. But I eat it, slowly.

Roger finishes his way before I do. "I thought you were hungry?"

"I am. I'm just taking it slow."

"Ok, if you say so." Roger says disbelievingly. He walks out of the kitchen disappearing from my sight. I sit there alone, curious to where Roger went, finishing my sandwich.

I get up from the table and walk back to Roger's room. He's not in there. I wonder where he is. Maybe he went to his mom's room, or to the bathroom.

The next thing I know I'm being tackled. Roger's got me pinned to the floor. I struggle underneath him. Then he starts tickling me. This is so not fair. I even scream like a girl. How embarrassing.

"Roger stop!" I can barely get the words out 'cause I'm laughing so hard it hurts.

"I'll stop if you tell me your secret." Oh that's not right. I can't tell him. Not now. Not yet. What do I do?

"I told you, there's nothing to tell. I swear." I try to sound as convincing as I can considering the situation.

"Marky..."

"Roger, I swear. There's nothing to tell." I'm so gonna get him back for this.

"Marky..."

"Roger stop. Please. You're hurting my bladder."

"Then tell me what you're hiding."

"Nothing. I swear. Please stooooooooop!" This is torture. Sheer unadulterated torture.

"Then tell me."

"Okay okay, fine. I'll tell you. Just stop." Damnit. I have to come up with something quick to tell him, and make it sound convincing. Think Mark, think.

Roger stops. Thankfully. "Okay, tell me then." He stands up, crosses his arms over his chest, and looks intently at me.

I sigh. "Okay. I'll tell you." Damnit, damnit, damnit!

"I'm waiting." Roger taps his foot.

"My sister said," I can't think of anything to say. Maybe I should just tell him the truth. No way!

"Said what?" He stands there impatiently.

"She said that she... She thinks you're cute." This is the first time I've ever lied to Roger.

Roger stares blankly at me for a long moment. He's either utterly stunned, or he just died. I'm going with stunned. "Rog," I wave my hand in front of his face. "You okay?"

Roger suddenly bursts into mad hysterics. I think he's lost it. Or I missed something. Which wouldn't surprise me.

"Hey Rog, you gonna be okay?"

Roger stops laughing and stares at me. "I knew it."

What? He knew it? "Huh?"

"I had a feeling your sister liked me. That's just gross though." He cringes.

See, this is what happens when I lie. "It is gross." And not true. Well, someday I'll tell him the truth. But from this day forward I vow to always tell Roger the truth. "But you can't tell her I said anything. She'll just deny it." Okay, now I won't lie to him anymore.

"Don't worry dude. I won't say shit. I don't ever wanna go there."

Well, he believes me. I feel really bad for lying to him. But if I didn't, then he'd know how I feel about him, and right now, I'm just not ready for that.

A/N: Okay, I know this chapter is a little cheesy. But as I said, I'm all out of ideas. Summer fun is still at a loss. Ideas, need ideas. Lots of them. Help me please.