I'll Call
Makai Goddess Ookami
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT, or anything to do with it. Well, I do own this fic...
Summary: How long ago had Roger said that? It had been exactly one week and four days.
A/N: I guess this comes before "Never Supposed To Be..." if you wanted to relate them. I love writing about Mark. And this new style... I need to practice for my English Assignment, so I'm sorry if it annoys anyone. Oh, if you close your eyes you can see Mark x Roger. Oh, based on "Goodbye Love" when Mark is talking to Roger, right before Roger started talking to Mimi. "I'll call. I hate the fall. You heard?" Is the part...
"I'll call."
How long ago had Roger said that?
If he said he didn't know he'd been lying.
He'd been counting the days.
It had been exactly one week and four days.
Eleven days since he last heard from him.
Eleven long and lonely days.
If he said he didn't know why he cared so much, he'd be lying.
If he said it didn't matter, that Roger would call eventually, he'd be lying.
He didn't think Roger was going to call.
He wanted Roger to call, more then anything, he wanted Roger to call.
Then it would almost be okay again.
It would almost be like Roger was home again.
But, he knew, it would never be the same.
Angel was gone, Roger and Mimi weren't together, even Joanne and Maureen...
No, things could never be the same again.
"SPEAK!"
The word rang through the apartment, and he looked at the phone.
"Hey, Mark, I said I'd call..."
He was frozen, he couldn't move.
His heart fluttered.
Roger called him.
Roger.
He actually called...
He stood, walked over to the phone, a smiling spread across his lips.
He couldn't answer it.
He let Roger speak, the message recording itself into the system.
"Well, call back? Yeah, call soon."
The message ended, and Roger hung up.
He hit reply, letting the message replay itself.
He couldn't be happier, and settled down in the old wooden chair by the counter and listened.
"Hey, Mark, I said I'd call..."