A/N: You guys are all incredibly awesome. And I am a horrible person because I haven't updated in forever. So I give you every right to pelt me with fruit. Okay! New chappie! And because we all miss him, we're focusing on Mark. Which is incredibly abnormal for me because I am totally a Roger fan all the way, no doubt about it. But I realized there have got to be some Mark fans reading this, so this is dedicated to you!
A/N2: It'll probably be REALLY short. It's just a set up for the next chapter. Most of my chapters are incredibly short and I apologize for that. It's just the way I write though. I figure that I'd rather have short, satisfying chapters as opposed to long, boring, frivolous ones. So...there's that.
Long after Roger had fallen asleep, his tears dried onto his pale cheeks, Mark was still awake, staring at the man.
He wasn't so sure about life anymore. He appreciated everything Roger was doing...getting a job, being more responsible, caring about others instead of himself for once, but...
It wasn't Roger. It wasn't the man that for so long, Mark had watched and admired and...
Loved.
Mark remembered reading somewhere that the human heart is terribly flawed. It was now that he realized how true those words had become. Mark had loved Roger so much that it hurt, but now that Roger had changed...
He sighed before pounding his fist into the chair.
Roger was a stranger. A complete stranger and Mark was unsure if he could love a stranger.
He wanted the old Roger back...the lazy, selfish, arrogant, cranky one that he learned to love. That was the man he fell in love with. Not some responsible working gentleman.
To most, it wouldn't sound like the healthiest (or most normal) of relationships. But Mark held it dear to his heart.
He wasn't certain if he could live without it. Roger was his air, his food, his warmth, his shelter. But this new man that lived with him was just...
It wasn't Roger. Enough said. It had taken Mark most of his adult life to come to terms that he loved Roger. It wasn't easy for him (most likely for anyone) to admit their homosexuality.
But for some reason, the fact that he loved Roger made his sexuality easier to deal with. Roger was worth it.
Not so much anymore.
Mark shook his head, trying to erase the thought from his mind as if his head was an etch-a-sketch.
Poetic, Mark...pathetic...
Mark thought hard, thinking about a plan that might get the old Roger back, the one he fell in love with.
What if he never comes back? What if he's changed forever?
...change...
Mark smiled. In fact, he started to laugh. An idea came to him that was just too perfect and easy to pass up.
Time to play a little game.
A/N: Told you. Really short. Hopefully not too short. Like I said, it was a set up. But #1: I'm satisfied with it and #2: I wanted you all to know that I'm still alive. Not dead, as many of you may have assumed. It's funny how I update when I have 6 (sometimes 8 with choir) hours of school, yet when I'm doing absolutely nothing on the weekends, I don't write at all. ANYWHO. Hope this chapter made ya happy!