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Roger's Journal (Don't touch, Mark!)

April 24

This is gonna be short, but I just wanted to put in here about how I laughed at Mark this morning after he woke up. He was a mess. His hair was all over the place, as well as standing straight up. Probably from the crusted puke in his hair. Poor Marky. I do love him. He always had a knack for making me laugh, even if he wasn't trying. All he had to do was be himself, and I could laugh.

Back in high school, I helped Mark get ready for a date with this not-so-hot chick, but he seemed to like her. Hey, who am I to judge. I've had my share of not-so-hot chicks, but that's a whole other story, and well… kinda comes with the territory of being a rock star. Anyway, he was frantic that day, and had developed a few zits on his chin, which he was so worried about. I popped them for him, to which he complained how gross that was, and told me I shouldn't pop zits cuz it'll only make them worse.

Well, I managed to make them smaller, which he thanked me for later, and helped him come up with the perfect ensemble for his date. Basically, that consisted of a pair of faded, ripped jeans that I had found in the back of my closet, from when I was in junior high. Sad, I know. Let's see, I believe this was his sophomore year, so which is why my jeans from junior high would fit him so well. Also a plain black shirt, which I was surprised I had, since most, if not all my shirts have some sort of logo, or band name on it. And this shirt was a button up, which I don't even remember ever having. Probably something my mom bought me a while ago that I had either forgotten about, or just discarded it without care.

So, now Mark was dressed for his date, but his hair… his hair was always so difficult to work with, so I globbed on a ton of gel in his hair, and worked my fingers in them, hoping something decent would come out of it. I remember while I was doing this, Marky's face turned beet red. Apparently he was rather enjoying my fingers in his hair. He told me that once we started dating.

Long story short, I finally got his hair to mold to a somewhat hip style, though, with Mark, hip was something he could never pull off. I tried though, and so did he. Did he ever. He tried to pull of my personality, which he eventually realized he could never do, but it was certainly fun to watch. His date arrived; yes she was a bit older than him, and had her own car, which was just too funny. She wasn't exactly a sight to see, but she was a real sweet girl, and seemed to genuinely like Mark.

Mark, a complete nervous wreck, jumped off my bed when he heard the doorbell ring. See, he had his date pick him up at my place, cuz if his mom knew he was going on a date, especially with someone he knew she probably wouldn't approve of, she'd shit bricks, and probably ground him. So, he dashed down the stairs, and to the door, but my mom had already answered it. He halted just short of the living room, not wanting to seem to eager, but that didn't work to well. As I had said, he tried to pull off my personality, and well… let's just say, cool and Mark, don't mix.

I think her name was Sarah. She was taller than him. Then again, who wasn't during this time. Mark was probably, oh… five feet, three inches give or take, and she was probably around five feet, six inches. Something like that. Well, Mark and her left, and my mom and I watch them get into her car. He was still so nervous, and after the date, which only lasted about two hours, they came back there, and Mark seemed frightened.

Apparently, this chick wanted to sleep with Mark, who mind you, was still a virgin until, well, us. Aww, I just realized I was Marky's first. Go figure. So, yeah. We heard them pull up, and I opened the door to greet them, when he practically jumped out of her car, falling face first into the dirt that was my front yard. I heard what sounded like her getting angry, and yelled something at him, then just took off. I laughed soooo hard that night.

Well, okay, so this was longer than I had expected, but I couldn't help it. Whenever it comes to Mark, and his non-purpose comedic ways, you can't help but talk about it. Which totally reminds me… God, if Mark ever read this, he'd totally freak out that I put all these things about him in here. Okay, so another great Mark moment consisted of him getting drunk for the very first time. It was his freshman, my sophomore year of high school, and my mom had just bought a bottle of vodka.

I have to say, vodka was probably one of my favourites. Well, Mark was staying over that night, and my mom had to work a late shift at the diner, and I "found" the vodka she hid so well from me; in her top dresser drawer. So, Mark and I decided to play a few… no wait, I had decided we should play a few drinking games. Mark just kept telling me to put it back, and not to drink it. It took a lot of convincing on my part, and even a little guilt trip, which is something he always, even to this day, tries to do to me. I don't take guilt trips that well, trust me.

Um, okay, so I guilted him into drinking with me, using the excuse of him being a mama's boy to do so. Hey, it worked. So we played a few drinking games; quarters, shooters, and even a little game of "I Never." Or better yet, my version, "Have you ever?" That was the best part, cuz since I had done quite a bit of, um, well, not-so-nice things in my life, and Marky had always been the good boy, he got so drunk, cuz he would have to take a drink if he had never done something, and first off, it didn't even take that much to get him to this point either, but once he was there… you know, it's true what they say about alcohol being a truth serum.

So I learned a few things about Mark he would have never shared with me before this, though now, since then, he shares just about everything with me. And not just him, but his sister Cindy as well. I'm not going there though, cuz honestly, those are memories I wish would just go away.

Anyway, so Mark got so drunk, he jumped up onto my bed, took of his shirt, which I just realized is a pattern with him whenever he's really drunk, and started dancing to a song he swore he was hearing. There was no music playing in my room at that moment, but he just kept dancing, saying how much he loved the song he was apparently hearing in his mind. To this day, I still don't know what song that was, and he said he forgot. Riiight.

So basically, today I reminded him about what had happened last night, and how he busted out with "his" song, and he nearly cried from the humiliation. I felt bad, but for some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to stop. I know, I'm such an asshole. I made up for it later making him some coffee, to help rid him of his hangover, as well as making him some soup we had in the cupboard. He was grateful, and after that, he was able to laugh at himself, though you could still tell he was embarrassed. I love him.