An Unconventional Introduction Chapter 11, a rent fanfic

Riiiing...

Riii- "WhaaaAAAAaatt! I am SLEEPING! I don't care who you are. Call back later. Bye-"

"Rogerit'sMark!Don'thanduponmepleaseit'slongdistance!"

"Huh? Wh- Who? Mark? Oh! Ohh! Maark! Hi Mark!"

"Hi Roger."

"Hi Mark! You woke me up!"

"Oh. Sorry. Really? We're in the same time zone. I figured three would be a safe time to call."

"Nope! I was sleeping…but that's okay."

"Roger, are you high?"

"Huh? No mother, I am not high. And hello Mark, great to hear from you too! Jesus. …Are you in college?"

"Yessir! That's why I'm calling. I wanted to tell you about it."

"Awesome. I'm glad you called. Really, I'm so fucking relieved to hear your voice, you wouldn't even believe me. It's amazing how sickening these guys plus three straight nights of O'Doul's can do to you. …Anyway, do tell."

"Aw Rog. I miss you already. Okay, so from what I've experienced this place is insane. There were freaking explosions for Freshman Kill Day!"

"Explosions? Like, fireworks?"

"No, I don't think so. I think someone might've actually been blown up."

"Hah. That is insane. Be careful. Send me footage."

"Well…I didn't actually catch any of it. I just heard it and ran."

"Typical."

"Yeah, thanks. Oh! And I have a roommate."

"…I'm jealous."

"Don't be. He seems pretty cool but I know you wouldn't like him." I glanced nervously out the door. "He's pretty preppy for your taste."

"Aw. Sucks. Stab him in his sleep. Hide all his underwear in the fountain. Burn his portfolio."

"You are so terrible sometimes. Besides, I'm not jumping to conclusions. I said I thought he was cool. We've been hanging out. He's like, the complete opposite of you."

"Oh no. Can I talk to him?"

"No, you can't talk to him. Why?"

"I wanna creep him out."

"Roger you are so weird."

"I want him to know that I am the fucking coolest person ever. And that he is priveleged to have you as a roomie. Cuz you know me."

"You are so conceited. I think you are high.Listen rockstar. How's it going over there?"

"How do you think it's going? I'm fucking Roger Davis! Yeah! We're making enough to pay the rent, that's for sure. We've got quite the fan base." He put on a British accent. "We've become a quaint little local sensation, if I do say so meeself."

I laughed. "I wish I could be there."

"Yeah- not always. These guys, are...I don't know." He muttered contritely.

"Aw, chin up Rog. Only three more years."

"Yeah, okay, whatever you say Mark. Go make movies. Then come do, 'Behind The Music: The Well Hungarians.' M.T.V. presents- a Mark Cohen doc-u-mentary!"

"Dream on, Steven Tyler."

"Stay out of the water, Steven Spielberg."

"Will do. Love ya Rog."

"Yep. Come visit."

"Okay."

Click.