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Notes: Can you believe it? Two chaps in two days. I'm on a roll what can I say. hehe. J/K. Actually I'm just having fun and was told I should post this chap today instead of waiting till next week. So this let's me off the hook for next week right? J/K. I wouldn't do that. hehe. I've just been having so much fun writing and I really wanted to get to the slash. I felt my Marky really deserved it. So on to the fun. (Roger and Marky sitting in a tree...sorta. Ok not really. hehe)

A Dream Come True

"Mark, are you all packed?" I hear my dad call to me from downstairs.

"Almost dad." Today's the day. I can't believe it. I'm so enthused. This is gonna be a weekend I'll never forget I just know it.

"Hurry up Mark. We still have to pick up Roger on the way out."

"Okay dad. Be right there."

The car ride to Roger's house is actually fun. My dad initiates a round of songs including Row, Row, Row Your Boat, which reminds me of the bus ride Roger and I had. That was so much fun. Also, it's a good thing we have a van otherwise we wouldn't be able to fit all our stuff (which fills the entire back), and five people.

Once we've retrieved Roger, my dad set out towards the campsite. It's a rather long drive, but we all manage to keep ourselves entertained. Except for Cindy. Roger and I would pretend to whisper back and forth to each other then sneer, glancing over at Cindy. She kept getting pissed, but my mom blamed her for making trouble. It was great. Oh sweet revenge.

Finally we arrive at the campsite, and Roger and I help my dad set up the tents. Cindy has her own 'cause she doesn't want to be disturbed while she did her own thing. Mom and dad have theirs, and Roger and I have our own. So far, Roger's been behaving himself and being very helpful which surprises the hell out of me.

My dad sends us out through the woods to gather firewood while mom and Cindy get things ready for lunch.

"Hey Rog, let's try down this path." I point out a man-made path halfway into the woods.

Roger shrugs uncaring. "Man I'm bored." He drags his feet along the dirt ground, his eyes staring down.

"You're bored? Already?" I'm a little surprised.

"Well there's nothing to do. I thought you said we'd have fun?"

"We will. Come on Rog, we just got here. Let's gather some wood so we can have lunch, then we'll go explore the area. There's some really cool spots I wanna show you."

He glances at me then back down to the ground letting out a heavy sigh. "Okay Mark. I'm trusting you on this." He flashes a half smile at me. Is he okay? I don't think I've ever seen him act like this before.

We head back to the campsite after collecting a good amount of firewood. Roger's still moping around. I have to find out what's wrong with him.

"What took you boys so long?" My mom glares at me. I know what she's thinking. She thinks Roger was misbehaving.

"I got a little confused. I found a new trail and got lost a bit. But Roger helped us find our way back." Roger raises an eyebrow, confusion across his face. I motion to Roger to play along.

He catches on and his demeanor changes. "Yeah."

"See mom. He's only been here for a short time and already he's saving my life." A semi-nervous smile brushes across my face.

She doesn't quite buy it, but she doesn't dwell on it either. "Give your father the wood so he can start the fire." She demands. I nod and Roger and I help my dad with the fire.

After lunch Roger still appears gloomy. I urge him to go for a walk with me. I'm gonna show him some of the places I used to go to as a child when I wanted to get away from my family. He obliges, but with a bit of hesitation.

"Hey Rog, is there something wrong?" My voice shows traces of true concern. I'm really worried about him.

"It's nothing." He lags behind me in our walk. It's definitely not nothing.

"Roger, I can tell there's something wrong. Come on talk to me."

We approach one of the places I wanted to show him. It's a beautiful place where a waterfall flows gently along a mountainside. An overabundance of trees hide a plush grassy spot. It's the perfect place to go to just relax and think.

Roger still hasn't said anything. "Rog, please talk to me."

He sits down on the grass peering up at me. "You wouldn't understand Mark." His eyes find their way back to the ground.

I sit beside him placing my hand on his shoulder. "How do you know I won't understand if you don't tell me Rog?"

"It's just I..." He trails off looking up into the sky.

My hand tenderly rubs his shoulder to help comfort him. "It's okay Rog. You can tell me."

"I'm not really sure how to say it Mark." His eyes meet mine and there's a long moment of silent stares. His eyes are different. Not the way they usually look. Softer.

Could it be? No I'm just seeing things. I look away from him, but don't move from where I sit. "Well Rog, you could always just come right out and say it." I glance back up at him. His eyes haven't moved. It's almost as if he's studying me. How should I react to this?

"It's not that easy Mark. I'm not really sure where all this is coming from. It's..." He looks away from me, as if ashamed.

"It's okay Rog." My voice has softened, almost like a whisper.

It's enough to get Roger to look up into my eyes again. "Mark," A genuine smile grows upon his face. That absolutely gorgeous smile that makes my heart melt every time I see it. I can feel my cheeks warm slightly, so I turn away.

Roger's smile widens and he lets out a snort. That means he saw me, and my face brightens even more. Roger suddenly bursts into hysterics. Oh, life is so not fair sometimes. At least he's feeling better though.

He finally stops laughing, but his smile remains. I do all I can to turn off the redness, and a smile falls upon my face too.

"Thanks Mark. I needed that."

"Hey no problem. I'm always willing to help you laugh at me. It's what I do best." Oh sarcasm. We commence in laughter again falling backwards. This time it's not as embarrassing though. "So do you think you could tell me what was bothering you?"

He ceases his laughter becoming somber. "I don't know Marky. It's really hard to explain. I'm not really sure how to put it into words."

"Well, could you give me an idea of what it might be? Maybe I could help you put it into words."

"You know what? It's getting late. We should probably get back before your mom gets pissed and blames me." Roger sat up. I hate when he changes the subject. I wanna know what he was gonna say.

I sigh inwardly. "Yeah, you're right. Let's go."

"Alright boys, time to go to bed." My mom announces to Roger and I.

Roger and I make our way to our tent curling up into our sleeping bags. A small lantern illuminates the tent just enough for us to see each other. I change into a pair of flannel pajama pants and a sweater 'cause it's cold outside and I wanted to get comfortable. Roger doesn't bother changing. He just burrows himself in his sleeping bag. We say our goodnights and turn out the light.

The day had been well spent. After lunch, Roger and I did a little more exploring through the woods. We also came across a creek that was perfect for an early evening dip. We headed back to camp just in time for dinner, where my mom had made one of her kosher meals. I watched Roger's face wince while trying to eat. I was laughing so hard inwardly. Roger threw his meal into the fire when no one else was looking.

After dinner we roasted marshmallows, which Roger woofed down nearly the entire bag. I can't blame him, he had to be hungry after not having dinner. What can I say, my mom's a great lady, but a terrible cook.

Later she suggested a sing-along around the campfire to which Roger didn't take to kindly to. He protested about it to me and I know my mom heard him. She glared at me ushering me over to her, chewing me out for not keeping Roger in line. I argued that he was just joking around. She let it go, telling me to make sure he behaves himself or he wouldn't be allowed to go anywhere with us ever again. I complied then told Roger if he's gonna complain, to do it when we're alone in the tent.

I also managed to talk him into doing the sing-along by telling him how much fun it could be. He didn't believe me in the slightest, but agreed to do it anyway. My parents sat in lawn chairs my mom had brought with us, my sister Cindy wrapped a blanket around her, mumbling something about wishing she was at home in her own room right about now. Roger and I decided to 'rough it' sitting on the open ground. I somehow ended up with pebbles in my pants though. Don't ask.

With his guitar in hand Roger asked for song requests. My mom requested 'Michael Rode the Boat Ashore' or something like that. None of us really know what the name of that song really is. I watched Roger cringe slightly, but I don't think anyone else saw him. I nudged him in the arm and whispered 'behave' in his ear. He grinned at me and began strumming the chords of the song on his guitar.

Roger started singing first. That wonderful voice of his spilling out from those beautiful lips, that form that gorgeous smile, which melts my heart. I watched him intensely, falling deeper in love while I gaze at him. His beautiful face lit up by the roaring fire. The mixed colors of scarlet, ginger, and cerulean accentuated the color of his eyes.

As I continued to observe him, I noticed he was actually having fun. His lips curled up into that beautiful smile once again. He and my mom were even singing together. I eventually joined in on the singing, and we sang a few more songs before calling it a night. We definitely had fun.

Roger never did tell me what was bothering him. I guess there are some things he won't tell even me. It's only fair since I won't tell him how I feel. At least he's in better spirits though. It's weird seeing Roger so bummed out. Usually I see him smiling, and laughing, always in a good mood. Come to think of it, I've never seen him cry. I wonder if he does, or if he's one of those guys who thinks men shouldn't cry.

"Hey Marky, you still awake."

"Huh? Oh, yeah Rog. I was just thinking about earlier."

"Yeah, like what?"

"Just about what we did today. Nothing specific." I shrug.

"Oh, okay. Just curious." He turns around in his sleeping bag facing away from me. I hear him let out a soft sigh. Should I bother to ask what's wrong? He'll probably just tell me nothing again. Oh, what the hell.

I reach over, slowly touching his shoulder. "Hey Rog?"

He reacts as I suspected he would, jerking suddenly. I pull back quickly sitting up in my bag. "Sorry." He whispers.

Why is he apologizing to me? "You don't have to be sorry Rog. I should be the one to apologize."

He turns to face me, sadness has plagued his face once again. "No, it's not your fault. It just startled me that's all. I wasn't expecting it."

I contemplate whether or not I should ask him what's bothering him again. I decide to go for it. All he can say is 'nothing', right? "Roger, what's wrong?" I unknowingly place my hand over his. It isn't until he takes mine into his I notice.

"Mark," He's sitting up now. My hand still in his. He delicately smoothes his thumb over the back of my hand. His hands are surprisingly soft considering the calluses on his fingers from playing the guitar. I do all I can not to blush. After all this is something I've been wanting him to do. The only thing is, does he even realize he's doing it?

I glance up into his beautiful, sorrowful eyes. He's staring back into mine. I feel my stomach tighten, swallowing the lump caught in my throat. I can't seem to get any words out. I just give a slight nod, so he knows I'm listening.

"I, I don't know how to say this." He scoots himself closer to me. It makes me a bit nervous, but also excited. My heart is fluttering swiftly, my breath slightly shallow. I express shock when his hand caresses my cheek. Instead of blushing like I normally would, I close my eyes, feeling this new sensation overcome my senses.

I feel his warm breath press faintly against my ear. "So I'm not gonna say it." His words but a mere whisper. His soft lips trace down the side of my face. I can feel his breath on my neck. Inviting, soothing, affectionate. When I feel him kiss my neck I couldn't help but moan. A hand quickly covers my mouth, and Roger grins. "Shhh."

He gazes deeply into my eyes leaning closer until our lips become one. This is what I've been waiting for, what I've dreamed. What I've...

"Mark. Mark." I hear someone calling my name. No, not now. Not yet.

"Mark wake up." Someone's shaking me. No this can't have been a dream. I open one eye slowly to reveal Roger leaning over me.

(S/N: Sorry, I couldn't help myself. But don't worry. Marky will get his real kiss soon.)

"Wake up Marky. It's morning." He bends down and kisses my cheek which makes me question whether or not it was a dream, when he plants a raspberry in the same spot slobbering all over my cheek. I'm awake now.

"Eww Rog, that's gross." I sit up wiping my cheek. He's laughing at me, as usual. I shoot him a menacing look.

"Don't be such a grouch Marky. C'mon get up. I smell breakfast, and I'm really hungry. I just hope it's edible, unlike last night's dinner." He shudders and I chuckle.

"Well my mom's pretty good about making a normal breakfast. Eggs, potato pancakes, and sourdough bread. It's actually really good."

"Yeah, but it's no Captain Crunch."

"I hear ya. The ultimate breakfast food. Or any occasion food."

"What are potato pancakes anyway?" There he goes changing the subject again.

"They're like hash browns only greasier."

"Sounds delicious."

"They are." I smile at him, but am thinking about my dream. Oh what a wonderful dream that was. He smiles back at me and my face reddens slightly causing his smile to widen. I can't help it, his smile has this sort of power over me.

The day rushes by pretty rapidly. After lunch Roger and I make our way to the woods again, exploring all the areas we missed yesterday. Throughout our little expedition, we find our way back to the grassy spot beside the waterfall.

"It's strange how we keep finding ourselves here isn't it?" Roger points out, twirling around in circles, arms stretched out to his side.

"How is it strange?" And why are you acting so strange?

"I don't know." He stops, walking over to me. "It just seems like every time we walk through the woods we end up here. Maybe it's a sign."

"What are you talking about?" I'm confused. Has he gone off his rocker?

He doesn't say anything. He grasps my hand leading me towards the waterfall. What is he doing? "Roger, are you okay? What's going on?"

"I'm fine. In fact, I've never felt better." He releases my hand and runs on ahead.

I run after him falling behind. I'm not much of a runner, nor do I have long legs like Roger does. "Hey, wait up." What is he up to?

I finally catch up to him at the base of the waterfall, completely out of breath. And I don't smoke. "What, are, you, doing?"

"Okay, this is gonna sound silly, but," He pauses. I'm baffled. I haven't the slightest clue what Roger is up to.

"Roger, what are you talking about? What's gonna sound silly? Rog, are you sure you're alright?"

I swear I must have hit my head against a rock or passed out because the next thing I know Roger has his arms wrapped around my waist, and our lips are pressed together. Am I dreaming again? I hope I'm not dreaming again.

I pull away from him, unsure of how I should react. I gaze deeply into his eyes as if looking for some answer. His eyes are soft, like in my dream, telling me it's what he wants to do. Part of me wants to question whether or not what I'm seeing is real, the other part of me is saying shut the hell up and let him kiss you again.

He doesn't give me a choice, and it's a dream come true. I drape my arms around his neck returning his affection. It's the best feeling I've ever had, but a part of me is worried this is just another dream so I pitch myself in the arm.

I wince a little from the pain causing Roger to pull away. No, dammit. I didn't mean to do that.

"Is, is this making you uncomfortable Mark?"

"No, it's just I..."

" I knew it." He interrupts. "I shouldn't have kissed you. I knew it was a bad idea. I'm sorry." He lowers his head in shame.

"No, that's not what I meant." I place my hand on his shoulder, lifting his chin up to stare into his beautiful eyes. "Roger, I was pitching myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming again."

He graces me with his smile, and I practically melt right there. "Again? Are you saying you've dreamt of this before? Me kissing you?" His smile seems to grow.

My face becomes the reddest it's ever been, my words barely audible. "Last night." I swallow the lump in my throat, a nervous smile pasted across my face.

"You're so cute Marky."

That's the last thing either of us say for the rest of our time beside the waterfall. How appropriate my first kiss (along with many more) with the boy of my dreams is in the same place my parents had their first kiss. Kind of creepy too, but nonetheless appropriate. It was the most wonderful, awesome, beautiful, amazing... Now I'm just rambling. Hey, I can't help it. I've just had my dream come true.

Roger and I walk back towards the campsite hand in hand until we can be seen and our hands drop to our sides. We glance at each other and Roger gives me a little wink.

"Hehehehehehehehehe."

"What are you giggling about Cindy?" I glare at her passing by her walking towards the fire.

"Oh nothing." She traipse off giggling still to her tent. Did she see us holding hands?

"What was that all about?" Roger asks whispering.

I shrug. "I'm not sure. And I don't really care. Let's go have dinner."

I'm truly in heaven. I never want this day to end. After dinner Roger and I decided to 'go to bed' early. We zipped up the tent making sure no one could see us and continued what was started by the waterfall.

Roger explains to me his weird moods. He was telling me it's because he was scared; Unsure if he should kiss me, which I thought was so adorable. He also told me he wasn't sure where these feelings for me were coming from since he says he's not gay. But he assures me he's enjoying every moment with me. I promise him I would do all I can to keep things comfortable.

To ensue the least amount of discomfort, I shush him and initiate the first move this time. Roger's surprised, but accepts it, smiling warmly at me. I surprise myself too. I didn't blush seeing his smile this time. I just didn't want to disturb our perfect moment.

The next morning we pack everything up and load it in the car. Roger and I exchange playful glances when no one's looking. My mom thanks me for keeping Roger at bay. I didn't have to do to much thanks to Roger. He behaved pretty well on his own.

The car ride home was very pleasant minus Cindy's incessant bitching. Her and my mom had a huge argument about how she didn't make any effort to have fun or to help out. Cindy tries to pin it on me, but my mom wouldn't hear it. Thankfully. I didn't do anything, and I'm not about to take the rap for something my sister did.

I sit back into the seat thinking about this weekend and how all I want to do is be in Roger's arms. To feel his tender kiss. All I want is for the world to vanish leaving just me and Roger.

A/N: Be honest with me? Was it cheesy? I know the ending was a little cheesy. Also, for some reason I pictured Dee Dee and Dexter when Cindy giggled at Mark. What do you guys think? Thank you all for reading/reviewing. Even if it is a little silly, or cheesy. hehe. I love writing this. It's such fun. Thanks to those who have been such an inspiration. More to come soon.