"Your eyes, as we said our goodbyes….."
Mark rolled his eyes. Mimi and Roger broke up months ago, and even though he said he got over her, he plays that song everyday. "Um…Roger?"
Roger looked up. He was only wearing boxer shorts. "Yes, Marky?"
"Don't call me Marky." Mark was blushing a deep shade of red.
Roger sensed his embarrassment. He smirked. "Looking at something, Cohen?"
Mark was now a shade of dark crimson. "I'm…no…why…?"
"Why what?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Tell me Cohen."
"I'm leaving."
As Mark was walking away, Roger was thinking of ways to make him more embarrassed. He loved making Mark uncomfortable. Brilliance struck as he heard the shower start running.
He slowly turned the rusty doorknob. Good, he didn't sense him walk in. He flung open the shower curtain.
"You were the song all along, and before the song dies!"
Mark just looked at him with pure horror. "Roger!" he said, trying to cover himself. What the hell are you doing!"
"I should tell you, I should tell you, I have always loved you, you can see it in my eyes!"
Roger kissed Mark hard, with Mark not kissing back. They embraced for a while, then Roger stopped suddenly and walked out.
"I love messing with his brain."