Anna watched as her boyfriend kissed his best friend. She watched the nervousness, which she found adorable. She watched as they settled into a more comfortable state, which she found interesting and strangely sexy. She watched as their lips collided, passion and heat consuming them. She watched as Roger slipped his hands around Mark's waist and pulled Mark closer. She watched Mark's complete and utter lack of protest. She watched – and the world around her came tumbling down.

Anna's heart sped up and she felt as though she couldn't breath. The walls around her were closing in. In a sudden rush of panic she ran to the bathroom, spastically tripping with a giant thud. She looked back as she got up, and there was Mark and Roger, still enthralled in each other, locked at the lips. They hadn't even noticed. That didn't exactly help her calm down.

She slammed the bathroom door closed and fumbled to lock it. She thought it was silly, since they were most likely clueless to the fact that she'd even moved, but she did it anyway. She found her fingers digging into the sides of the bathroom counter as she fought to catch her breath, staring at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. That's when she realized she was crying. Not just tears, no. They were heartbreaking spasms of emotional turmoil, forcing her cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes crystal blue and bloodshot, and her lungs oddly dysfunctional.

Not knowing what else to do, Anna turned on the sink. She stared at the water, rhythmically flowing, letting herself become lost in it. She submerged her subconscious into the small waterfall, letting everything slip away. Finally she broke from her trance and slipped her fingers under the pouring spout, gasping at the cold shock. Instead of pulling away, she kept her fingers there, and after a few seconds she brought her face down and ran the freezing pool in her hands over it several times. She didn't know why, really. It was all she could think to do.

Finally, she sat against the bathroom door, hugging her knees and rocking back and forth, willing herself to calm down. It worked. The tears began to subside. Her breath, though shallow and uneven, became easier to retrieve. She let the pain fall away, numbness settling in as she thought about the events that had just occurred. How had she let that happen? She had known Roger was in love with Mark. Yes, she had known. But she never expected Mark to be in love with Roger. Mark was hers. Mark loved her. She thought it would be harmless. Watch two cute boys kissing, while Roger got a little something he'd been longing for, for god knows how long. But how long had Mark been longing for it? Everything was wrong now. Everything.

They both realized in the same moment that they had taken it a little too far. Of course, neither of them realized they were both thinking the same thing, but they were. They both knew they had taken too much from something that was supposed to be a game, and they were both uncertain as to the intentions of the other.

When the kiss broke, both of them just stood there with hard faces and eyes searching. But after a second, Mark looked away, afraid of what he might find. That moment defined the kiss for Roger. It showed him what he'd suspected. The kiss had only been one-sided. Mark had probably pictured Roger as Anna to even be able to stand it.

That moment sent Mark into a minor panic. As he looked away from Roger, he noticed something. "…Where's Anna?"

"Wha…?" Roger looked around. "We lost our audience?" He was trying to stay normal. He had to show Mark it didn't mean anything to him either.

"Was there a thud? I heard a thud. Did you hear a thud?" Mark babbled, suddenly feeling wracked with guilt. Anna could be hurt, while he was kissing his crush far too passionately. He felt dirty. He'd never cheated on anyone before, and though he really hadn't now, it sure felt as though he had.

"Anna?" He called, panic evident in his voice. "Annnnnnnna." Upon seeing the bathroom door closed, he ran to it and knocked enthusiastically. "Anna?" he asked, more calmly this time. He got no response but he could hear her shallow breathing through the door. He tried to open it, but found it was locked. "Are you okay, sweety?" More breathing. "I'm really worried here, you gotta talk to me."

Anna couldn't speak at first. She groaned softly, before producing real words. "Yea…I – I'm fine. I just got a little dizzy from the alcohol, is all. I had to sit down." It was a complete lie. The effects of the alcohol had slowly begun to wear off over half an hour ago, and there really wasn't any left in her system at this point. But she had sounded convincing, and that was all that mattered.

"Okay, honey. Why don't you come out and I'll take care of you?"

"Okay, I'll be out in a sec." Anna slowly stood up, gave herself one last look in the mirror – eyes slightly bloodshot and cheeks slightly pink, but it could pass as a tipsy moment – took her last few long, calming breaths, and left the bathroom leaving all of her thoughts and pain and tears behind.

Later that night as Anna and Mark settled in bed, Mark began to place sweet little kisses over Anna's neck and shoulders. He then rolled on top of her and kissed her deeply, sensually. His intentions were clear, and maybe Anna could even tell why. He wanted to give her pleasure like never before. He wanted to make up for his moment of temptation, even if he believed she thought it was innocent. He wanted to show her she meant everything to him. But she stopped him.

She pushed him back, rolling their bodies until they were on their sides facing each other. She let out a small sigh, unsure of what to say. "I…have to ask you something."

Mark looked at Anna, confused. He searched her eyes and could see she was in pain, emotionally. "Sure." He said, his voice wavering a bit.

Not knowing how else to go about it, Anna put it bluntly. "Are you in love with Roger?"

She had caught him off guard. That was not at all what he was expecting. Mark's face was encased in shock and he pulled back a little bit as he let out a very jerky, "Wh – what?" He managed to gain his composure a little, and quickly stepped in with a "N – no." Then firmer, "No. I'm not. Why would you even think that?"

As soon as he said it he felt this knot in the pit of his stomach. He'd never really lied to her before. Anna had a very strict honesty-only policy, and she never got mad as long as you told her the truth. What really angered her was a lie. Anna didn't care if you called her ugly or fat, as long as you meant it and you weren't trying to be malicious. But something told Mark this was not something to be honest about. This would really hurt her, and it wasn't as if he was willing to give up Anna to pursue a relationship with Roger, so why even stir that up?

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Where is this even coming from?"

She sighed again. "Well, you know how when Roger was breaking up with Mimi he told her that he's in love with someone else?"

"Yes, but – "

"You know he meant you, right?"

Mark looked at Anna in complete and utter confusion. His head was spinning. "No. He can't – I mean, that – that doesn't make any sense." Mark laughed a little, nervously. "I mean, I thought he was in love with you."

Anna actually snorted. "Oh, Mark. For someone so observant you can miss the most obvious things."

"Okay, so let me get this straight. You think that Roger is in love with me?"

"No. I know Roger is in love with you."

"How?"

"We've talked about it. We talk about it a lot, actually. But that's not the point. I need to know that this doesn't change anything between us. And you have to just be honest with me because I'm scared, Mark. I mean, what am I supposed to think? That kiss was… something. If you're going to leave me, just do it now. Do it when it makes sense to me. It's going to hurt no matter what, because I really love you."

Mark looked at her, uncertain, but ultimately went with his gut. "Look, Anna. That kiss was nothing. I promise you that. It was just a kiss. I got caught up in the heat of it and that's all. I would be lying to you if I said I'm not attracted to Roger, but it doesn't matter because I'm in love with you."

"Okay," Anna calmly stated, a small smile on her lips. "I believe you."

But she didn't. She knew in her heart that Mark was in love with Roger, but she also knew that Mark was in love with her and he wasn't straying. As time went on Anna could see a conscious effort in Mark to stay away from those small, friendly touches him and Roger once shared. But it was always there in the back of her mind. From that moment on, she never really felt like Mark was hers anymore. She felt like she was keeping him from something great, but at the same time she just couldn't bear to let him go.