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Notes: It chapter 11... yaaaay! J/k. hehe. I'm glad those who read my stuff have a great sense of humour. In the words of the beloved Cartman, 'I love you guys.' A big thanks to evilemmylou and the-fraulein for the ideas for this chapter. You guys are awesome. Love you guys. And thank you always to those who actually read this. You guys are so great. And thanks for reviewing too. Love you all. Happy Halloween. We'll miss you Angel. By the way, I've written another story, please kindly read. It's full of slashy goodness. But it's sad. I'll love you forever.

Ferris Wheel: Our Last Ride For The Day

"Good morning, cutie." I open my eyes and am greeted by that gorgeous smile. Roger was awake before I was. That's a first. I've been spending almost every night at his house ever since the camping trip three weeks ago.

"You're up early." I stretch then wrap my arms lovingly around Roger's neck. He accepts my invite and kisses me softly on the lips.

"Yeah, we're going to the fair today, remember?"

"Oh yeah." How could I forget about the fair? It's only like the most fun anyone could have before school starts up again. It only lasts a week, and the first day is always the best time to go. It's cheaper too.

"I wanna get a head start on the rides before the show starts tonight."

"What show?"

"You know, the show. Only one of my favourite band's is playing." Roger jumps off the bed in excitement. He's so cute.

"But you know we can't go. We're not old enough."

"That's the best part. Just think of the fun we'll have sneaking in and hanging out."

"You might be able to get away with it since you're tall, but I actually look twelve."

"Yeah, but you'll be thirteen in a few days. Maybe you'll grow a few inches by then."

"But that's not for another few days. And I highly doubt that. I'm destined to be short for the rest of my life."

"Yeah, but I like short boys, so it's okay with me." He ruffles my hair with his hand, and I push him onto the bed. He smiles that beautiful smile once again, and pulls me on top of him. Another kiss. This couldn't get any better.

"Yeah, well I like kissing tall boys so I guess we're in luck." I couldn't help it. I giggle giddily like a little girl. Roger just laughs at me... again. I crinkle my nose and stick my tongue out at him. He catches it with his teeth.

"Ow. Ay, et o a my ongue." How rude. He wouldn't let go. But I really didn't mind. Especially since both of our tongues danced around in each other's mouths.

I'm finally able to pull away, tongue still intact. "You're gonna be at my Bar Mitzvah, right?"

"I don't know. Do you really want me there?"

I sock him in the arm., but it has no affect on him. I had to try. "Of course I want you there. Why wouldn't I want you there?"

He rolls me over hovering above me. "Well, have you told you're parents about us?" He smirks, kissing me again.

"No. And I hadn't planned on it. I don't think it'd be wise if I tell them."

"Yeah, maybe you're right." He pins me to the bed and kisses me again. This time more sweetly.

Time always seems to fly by when you're having fun. Why is that? A sound comes from downstairs and I've never seen Roger move so quickly before. He sits up and straightens his ruffled clothes as do I. My heart's racing as I'm certain so is Roger's. He's breathing hard as am I and we do our best to calm down.

He grins mischievously at me. "That was fun."

I on the other hand am more serious. "More like that was close. What if we didn't hear her come in? What if she had walked in on us? What if..."

"What if nothing. She didn't walk in on us so we have nothing to worry about."

"Boys, are you awake?" We hear his mom calling us from downstairs.

"Yeah mom. We're up."

"Could you come downstairs and help me make breakfast."

"Be right there mom." He sneaks another kiss from me then rushes down the steps. I follow right behind him.

"Hey boys. Did you sleep well last night?" Roger's mom looks so exhausted. She had to work the graveyard shirt at the diner last night.

"Yeah mom. We slept pretty good. So whatcha gonna make for breakfast?"

It's 'We slept pretty well.' Not good. I pull Roger into the living room to talk privately to him. "Hey, you should let your mom get to bed. You make breakfast."

"You just want us to be alone again, don't you?"

I feel the burning sensation my cheeks often receive when Roger says or does something to embarrass me. "No." Okay, maybe a little.

He crosses his arms over his chest and stares down at me. "Uh huh."

"That's beside the point Rog. Your mom looks exhausted. Let her go to bed and we can make our own breakfast." And yes, be alone.

"What was that?"

"I didn't say anything." I state hastily. He stares down at me again. Damn, my cheeks are always giving me away.

He smirks roguishly. "I know you all to well Cohen." He pauses. "But you're right. Let's go make our own breakfast."

We make our way back into the kitchen to tell his mom to go ahead and go to bed, when she had already fallen asleep on the dining table.

"Mom," Roger shakes her lightly. "Mom, get up. Go to bed." He helps her up and walks her to her room. How sweet is that? I don't think I'd ever do that for my mom. Then again my mom would probably nag me about messing up the kitchen after making breakfast instead of thanking me for letting her go to bed.

"She's out like a light." Roger announces, returning to the kitchen. "So now we're all alone again." He greets me with his lips.

"You're incorrigible. So what do you want for breakfast?"

"How sweet. You're gonna make me breakfast?" I glare playfully at him.

"How about Captain Crunch?"

Yay, my favourite. He does know me a little to well. "Perfect."

The bus ride to the fair was dull. Roger was really cold to me on the bus. Not his usual entertaining self. Like he was trying to ignore me. I tried to take his hand and he pulled away harshly. I couldn't understand why.

"Hey Rog, are you mad at me?" I ask shyly as we walk towards the fairgrounds.

He doesn't answer. In fact, he runs ahead of me. I chase after him to the entrance.

"Roger, what's wrong? Why are you acting like this?" He ignores me.

"One adult and one child's ticket please." I hear him ask the ticket seller. One child's ticket? What the hell? I know I'm short, but how rude.

He hands me the child's ticket and we silently enter the fair. It's still early so there aren't a lot of people there yet. I shuffle behind Roger, in a 'not-so-caring' mood. I guess he's upset with me. I don't know what I did wrong, but he's just not talking to me. I guess he doesn't want me around.

"Hey why so glum?" What, he's talking to me?

"Me? You're the one ignoring me." I say a bit more sharply than I had intended.

"Fuck, don't bite my head off. I wasn't ignoring you. I was just..." He trails off turning away from me.

"Just what? Rog, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing okay. Let's just have fun. Ooh look, there it is. The Gravitron." There he goes again. Changing the fucking subject. I want to yell and scream at him for doing that, when he shoots off again.

"Hey wait up." I shout after him. "Asshole." I say under my breath as I'm running to catch up to him.

"What took you so long?" He chuckles.

"I don't have long legs like you do so my strides are shorter." I snap at him.

"Dude, why are you being all pissy?" He has the gall to ask me this?

I bite my tongue so as not to say something I might regret. What I want to say to him is 'I'm being pissy? At least I'm not ignoring my best friend for no apparent reason.' Hmm, maybe I should say that. I wonder what kind of reaction I'll get out of him? He'll probably get mad at me and then our whole day'll be shot. Ah fuck it. If he gets mad, he gets mad. At least I'll know why he's being such an ass. "I'm being pissy? At least I'm not ignoring my best friend for no apparent reason."

"What the fuck? Where did that come from? I'm not ignoring you."

"Then why were you so cold to me on the bus, o or pull away from me when I wanted to hold your hand?" I wanted to burst into tears on the spot, but decided against it. I bite my lower lip instead.

He stares at me unsurely at first. Even raises his eyebrow. I hold my ground waiting for a response. He sighs, dropping his head and I can't help but feel bad for him.

"Rog, what is it?" I ask sympathetically.

Taking me by the arm, Roger drags me to the men's restroom back beside the entrance. He peeks around underneath each stall before coming back over to me.

"What was that all about?"

"Shhh, I was just making sure no one was in here." I'm confused, but he comes at me with his lips, pressing them gently against mine. I do all I can to resist his charms, but am losing that battle speedily.

I manage to pull away from him, but not after he's trapped me against one of the stall doors. "Roger, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing Mark?"

"What it looks like you're doing is hiding." I step back into the stall away from him abruptly. I don't think I should've done that. It may be early, but this restroom reeks.

"From what?" Roger steps back defensively.

I step out of the stall before my breakfast becomes apart of my wardrobe, and dramatically walk towards the exit waiting for Roger to figure it out. He just stands there dumbfounded.

I sigh then turn around to face him. "From, from..." I don't really know how to say it.

"Well?"

"Never mind. It's nothing."

"You're weird Cohen, you know that?" He kisses me again.

I push him off of me with strength I didn't know I had. "No Roger." Where is this coming from? Roger stares at me in shock. I'm surprising even myself.

"What the fuck is your problem Mark?" I've never seen him like this before. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I'm just gonna back down now and forget this whole thing.

"I'm sorry Rog. I... I didn't mean it. I was just thinking..." I trail off walking out of the restroom.

Roger's mood eases. He grabs my shoulder, stopping me before I can escape. "No, you're not getting away that easily Marky. What's up?"

I decide to change the subject. Something Roger likes to do to me. I even smile so he thinks there's nothing wrong. "I'm just... eager to get on the rides. C'mon." I run out swiftly before he can say anything else.

For the rest of the day we hit every single ride possible, ate as much junk food as we could stuff, and ignored the fact that we need to talk. I acted like the best friend the whole day instead of the boyfriend which I thought I was. Then again, we never actually discussed us being a 'couple', so I guess I shouldn't complain. I'm nervous about talking to him though. How do I confront him about this? Should I just come right out and say it?

"Whatcha thinking about Mark?" Roger asks interrupting my thoughts, as we ride the ferris wheel. It's our last ride for the day before making our attempt to sneak into the show later tonight.

"You want to know the truth Rog?"

"Of course I want to know the truth." He smiles and all I wanted to do was just wrap my arms around him.

"Is it always going to be like this Roger?"

"Like what?"

"Where we pretend we're nothing more than friends in public?"

He looks positively perplexed. "What are you talking about Mark?"

"Well, like on the bus. I tried to hold your hand, but you pulled away. And like in the restroom. You made sure no one was around before you kissed me. And any time I'd try to be even slightly lovey-dovey, you'd brush me off like it meant nothing. I don't understand Rog. I thought we were together?" I can feel tears welling up in my eyes.

Roger stares at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train. His mouth hanging open slightly. "I.. I.. I.. I d.. d.. don't..."He pauses, gazing down at his hands. "I don't know what to say about that Mark. I told you before, I'm not gay, but I have these feelings for you, and it scares me. I mean, I really enjoy being with you, and kissing you, but I thought that was only between us. I never wanted anyone else to know about us Mark. I never expected us to show what we do privately, in public. I'm just not ready for that. If I was, I would've told my mom."

The tears have escaped my eyes. I feel them sliding down my face. It almost burns.

"Please don't cry Mark. I.. I didn't know. I.. I thought we had an understanding about this. I mean, you didn't want to tell your parents so I just assumed that meant not telling anyone. I mean, we are only twelve..."

"We're almost thirteen." I whisper.

"That's my point though Mark. We're still young. Let's savor what we have now, and maybe in a few years, we can have more."

I know he's right, but it's easier said than done. He affectionately wipes my tears from my face and smiles that cute smile. "You're my best friend Mark, I don't ever want that to change. I don't want things to be awkward for us."

"I know. I don't either." I love you Roger. That's what I really want to say to him. "You're right. It would be best to just keep this to ourselves. At least for now." A frail smile finds it's way to my lips.

"So then, it's agreed we have our special moments alone, and to everyone else, we're just best friends?" He takes my hand into his and kisses it softly.

"Yeah." As long as I still get to have you, I don't care how we have to do it.

The ride finally stops and we get off with no one the wiser of our little talk. He's right, I know it, but I wouldn't mind showing him off as more than my friend. However, for now it's probably a good idea not to tell anyone.

The show Roger wants to go see is across the street from the fair at some club. I haven't the slightest clue how Roger plans to pull this off, but if we get in, especially me, then I will be utterly amazed. He says it's one of his favourite bands that's playing. I've never heard of them, but he says they rock.

"So, how exactly do you plan on getting us in?" I inquire.

"By simply walking in. How else would one get into a building?" Thank you captain sarcasm.

"Cute Rog. No really. How are we gonna get in there without getting carded?"

"Marky, Marky, Marky. You worry to much. Let me handle this okay. All you have to do is act casual and follow my lead, okay?"

I roll my eyes at him. "If you say so Rog. But at the first sign of trouble, we're outta there."

"There you go worrying again. You know, the more you worry, the quicker you'll get wrinkles. Hey wait. Keep at it. That way you could look older and we don't have to worry about sneaking in." He snickers at my expense.

"Don't patronize me Rog." I punch his arm as hard as I can, and he flinches. I did it. I got him to... Owww! "Hey, that's not fair. You hit harder than I do."

"Yeah and I'm bigger than you too, but what can you do about it, right?"

I glare at him and he ruffles my hair. Grrrr! Just wait Roger. Someday I'll get you back.

We make our way across the street, and to the front of the club. I'm still not sure how he's gonna do this, but here goes.

"Okay, you see that group of people over there? We're gonna slide in with them acting as normal as possible."

"That's never gonna work Rog."

"Yeah it will. C'mon."

He drags me over to the group of people and somehow manages to slip in with them. As they approach the door, Roger let's out a boisterous laugh as if one of them told a joke. As if that wasn't obvious. I hunch behind one of the larger men in the group and Roger latches on to one of the women. The woman doesn't seem to mind, but I think she's drunk. It'll be a miracle if we get in without getting caught.

The bouncer doesn't see me go in. One of the perks of being short. But he definitely sees Roger. The bouncer eyes him, but the lady he's clinging to gestures to the bouncer that he's with her. How does he do it? It must be that cute smile of his, as well as the fact that's he's very attractive. Who wouldn't want Roger there?

I can't believe we pulled that off. It's awesome. Wow it's loud in here. I've heard Roger's band play, and they're pretty loud, but this is ridiculous. I seem to have lost sight of Roger. I look around, but being plagued with a case of shortitis, I can't see over all these people.

"ROGER. ROGER WHERE ARE YOU?" This music is too damn loud. "ROGER!"

I turn suddenly feeling someone tap my shoulder. "Hey, looking for me?" Roger scares the hell outta me.

"Where did you disappear to?" I scream over the deafening noise.

"That lady I walked in with bought me a drink."

"WHAT? Roger, you can't drink. You'll get in trouble."

"Chill Cohen. She got me a coke. I'm not gonna drink. I know better than that."

"Good. So where's this band? Are they here yet?"

"They're on after this band."

"Okay." God, turn down your amps. My ears feel like their gonna bleed.

"Let's get a table."

I just nod and follow him to a table. If I keep yelling over the music, I won't have a voice tomorrow.

The band was actually really good. I never did catch their name, but it doesn't matter. We had so much fun too. I'm still getting over the fact that we got away with this, but I don't know if I'll ever do that again.

Roger jumped up on stage several times during the show, and the band didn't seem to mind. They even gave him a chance to play with them. He was awesome. He really knows how to work a crowd. No wonder he's so popular. Just seeing him up there helped me understand how anyone could easily fall in love with him.

Hmm, I wonder if my mom'll let him play at my Bar Mitzvah. Yeah right. I can just hear Roger playing a Jewish song on his guitar. That would be hilarious... and kind of scary. Not to mention my mom would throw the biggest hissy fit.

I've never rocked out like that in my entire life. I was all over the room bouncing around just having a blast. I couldn't believe myself. I couldn't believe the whole night. Aside the first time Roger kissed me, I would have to say that this was one of the best days I'd ever had.

A/N: I know. The ending was weak. I have trouble writing endings. Plus I've been up aaaalll night writing so I'm also half asleep. So please forgive me. Thank you. Love you. Again, Happy Halloween to all of you.