A/N: You have every right...every right to beat me for taking so long. School is evil. With projects and tests and midterms and homework and reading and AHH...it's insane. Not a day has gone by where I haven't thought of this story though. And I'm here!

A/N2: Saw RENT on B'way a week ago...Will Chase (although not as good as Adam, duh) has one incredibly sexy voice...his One Song Glory was GORGEOUS. If you have a chance, go see him because he's unbelievable.

A/N3: I wrote a few one shots over the past few days and both haven't gotten many reviews. Maybe two each. Made me sad. If you get a chance, I would love you if you read them...por favor?

Disclaimer: This will be my last time in this fic to do this...so I get to be cheesy! I don't own emotion...I RENT! Ahh, that felt good...also, I don't own the song, Adam Pascal does.

Mark woke up fairly early the next morning, not used to the bed being as cold and empty as it was. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that Roger wasn't lying next to him.

Funny...

He fell asleep here...

He got up and scurried out of the bedroom to find his roommate.

---previous night---

"I don't feel good."

Mark looked at Roger, eyes wide. "What, what's wrong? Stomach or throat, what?" Anything that went wrong for Roger could be a possible, maybe certain death sentence.

"No, I don't mean physical. I mean...there was a certain pride that went into working. I hated working. I hated the people I worked with. I hated how my body couldn't make the music that was floating around in my mind.

"But at the end of the day, I was closer to success. I was closer to a better life...for us. I was closer to being more responsible. To being an adult. It was a good feeling...scary, but good. I was closer to impressing you, to being all that you wanted me to be."

Roger's face turned to one of pure disgust. "Shit, that sounded corny. Never mind."

Mark shook his head. "No. Roger, God...since when do you have to impress me?"

Roger shrugged, looking away from the other man. "You've always been grounded and I've always been the screw up. The junkie. The irresponsible loser. It got old. I just wanted proof, not only for me, but for you that I could be better than that. I could be something great, something big." Roger let out a deflated laugh. "Now look at me. I can't even hold a job for more than what, a week?"

"You gave it up because I asked you to. Not because you couldn't handle it. Not because you were lazy. Not because you were a failure. Because I asked."

"Yeah, that's part of the reason." Roger looked up into Mark's blue eyes. "Part of it was also because I didn't like it. I just wish I could do something great, something amazing, something people will envy. What do I do that people envy? Absolutely nothing."

Mark laid a hand across the older man's face. "You love. You love music, you loved April, you love Mimi..." Mark leaned up and kissed him. "I'd like to think that you love me."

Roger looked at him, shocked. "How could you even question that?"

"See?" Mark replied, proving his point. "You love. You care. You sympathize, you empathize, you feel. And in New York, that's something that I think everyone envies."

Mark gave him one last kiss before falling asleep. Roger, however, grabbed a notebook and pen and didn't fall asleep until hours later.

---

Opening the door that led into their 'living room', Mark paused as he saw Roger sitting on the couch, wrapped around his beloved guitar, playing a few chords.

Chords that actually sounded good together.

"Roger...I thought you quit the band."

Roger looked up at him and smiled. "I did. Sit down." Roger got up, leaving Mark plenty of room on the couch.

"Last night, after you fell asleep, I thought about it. About your faith in me and about how I love and about how I want to do something great. And...as cheesy as this sounds, you inspired me. I grabbed some paper and started writing and...well, this was the result."

Roger began to play, and Mark heard the same chords that he heard before. Roger closed his eyes, feeling the music. Mark loved that about him...once he got into it, he would close his eyes, almost forgetting the rest of the world was there. He was in his own world.

"It's so cold, let's take flight
Well, we won't need a net, hold on tight
A new ride is unveiled, and we don't need to try
So there's no way to fail

A desperate look in our eyes, holding on to one another
Holding on for all our lives, just letting go to discover

It's okay to realize
Being born into nothing and no one and nowhere, it's all a surprise

The desperate look in our eyes, holding on to one another
Holding on for all our lives, just letting go to discover
That love don't need a reason
And love don't need a rhyme
I'm standing here pleading
And you just cover your eyes"

Roger repeated a few verses before ending the song. Opening his eyes, he saw Mark's were filled with tears.

He got off the couch and embraced Roger. "That was beautiful." He pulled away to look into Roger's emerald green eyes. "You did it. You did something great...something that will be envied."

Roger smiled. "I did it for you."

"And that's what people will envy."

A/N: DONE! Finally...took me long enough. Wasn't really a fan of the ending but I had no clue how to end it and I wanted to get it up like...now? So...like? Hate? Remember, I'd love you if you went to read my newer one shots...por favor?