Title-Leap of Faith

Author-GeekGoddess345

Summary-Mark and Roger misunderstand a few things about each other.

Pairing-Mark/ Roger

Rating-T

Feedback-Always appreciated. I'm also open to any suggestions. I'm basically making it up as I go along.

Disclaimer-I own nothing. They belong to Jonathon Larson.

Author's Note-First I want to say thank you to those who've reviewed. Second I want to say I'm sorry for any mistakes. I tried my best to correct all of them, but I don't have a beta and some things just slip past me.

Italics mean you're reading from that person's point of view.

Roger

You son of a bitch, I can't believe you just asked me that.

"Is that what you think Mark? You actually think I'm stupid enough to get hooked again?"

"What am I supposed to think Roger? You've ignored me ever since Mimi left, you stay in your room for hours at a time, I don't know what to do anymore."

"You could've trusted me, we're supposed to be friends Mark. I can't believe that after everything we've been through you still doubt me."

"You want me to trust you Roger, then tell me what in the hell is going on! I'm tired of all this secrecy. Just tell me why you're acting like this."

"I don't have to tell you anything! This is my life and I can make my own decisions."

"Yeah you can make your own decisions, but I'm the one who has to clean up the mess. I'm the one who found April. I'm the one who forced you into rehab. I'm the one who held you when the tremors got so bad you couldn't take it anymore. And I'm the only one who's going to mourn you're death because you've shut out everyone else."

"I've never asked you for any of that."

"Well too bad. Did you think I was just going to sit around and watch the person I love slowly kill themselves?" What did he just say?

"Wait!" I yell as he runs out of the loft. "Mark wait!"

Fuck, this can't be happening. This cannot be happening.

"Would you just stop?" I yell as I run out the door after him. Shit, where did he go?

"Mark!" I call as I search the crowds outside for his spiky blonde hair. Nothing. Not even a trace. What am I gonna do? Where the hell did he go?

Mark

Where am I going to go now?

I could go to Joanne's, but Maureen is probably there. I really don't want to talk her right now. I could always go to Collins' apartment. He'll understand. He's always understood Roger and I.

Oh god, what did I do? I just told my best friend that I loved him. I just…oh god, oh god, oh god. I think I'm gonna be sick.

"Mark?"

"Yeah Collins?" I ask as I lift my head up from the cement.

"Why are you puking on my doorstep?"

"I did something very stupid a few minutes ago."

"Come on in, I've got some extra vodka I was saving." He says as he takes my arm and leads me in to his apartment. He pours two glasses and then sits next to me on the couch.

"So what happened?"

"I asked Roger if he was using again."

"Mark." He says sadly.

"I was worried about him. He hasn't been the same and I didn't know what to do."

"So then he got all offensive and you guys started to fight." He says knowingly.

"Would you like to tell the story now?"

"Sorry, sorry."

"So we fought. And then I told him I didn't want to sit around and watch the person I love kill themself."

"So you ran." He sighs.

"Pretty fast if I do say so myself. I think it was the adrenaline."

"So this is your reason for getting sick all over my doormat?"

"I'm not sure what to do." I say as I gulp down some more alcohol. "I…I think it could be true."

"I'm only going to ask you this one time okay?"

"Okay."

"Are you in love with Roger."

"I uh…I'm…I'm in love with him." I manage to spit out. Then I down the rest of my glass and run to the bathroom to puke what's left of my measly breakfast.

"I knew this would come out eventually." Collins says as he pats my back.

"What are you talking about?"

"Things have been brewing between you two since the moment you guys met. I've just been waiting."

"I don't want to love him Collins. I don't want to feel this way."

"I know how you feel Mark. But you can't just pick and choose whom you'll fall in love with. It's not that easy."

"I want to die now." I say as I sink to the floor beside the toilet.

"I know that feeling too."