Sorry I'm so late with this chapter. I'm lazy.

Roger doesn't get sleep. Again. The poor boy. (And he's not dumb. If that's the way it seems, I'm sorry and I don't mean it to come off that way. Roger is not dumb, I swear. He's just a drama queen sometimes. And an asshole. Because...that's Roger. He's a foxy beast indeed. Haha!)

You know I don't own any of these characters. And hurrah! This part is semi-long! Please enjoy.


Roger glared at his cup of coffee the next morning. April was still sleeping soundly on the couch; her and Collins had gotten into a conversation about philosophy, and it was making Roger fall asleep. April wanted to stay and talk to Collins, saying she would come into Roger's room when she felt tired, but it seems both passed out in their respective places, April on the couch and Collins on the floor. Roger, of course, didn't get any sleep. He kept glaring into his coffee cup until Mark came out of his room, yawning. "'Morning, Roger," he whispered, careful not to wake the sleeping scattered in the loft. Roger glared at him. "What?" Mark asked, and blinked a couple times before blushing. Without saying anything, he turned to the stove to heat some water.

"Do you know how much sleep I got last night?" Roger muttered, and he could tell Mark wasn't listening. "Do you know how much sleep I got last night, Mark?" he repeated, and Mark turned around.

"How much, Rog—" Mark froze mid-sentence as Roger got up from his chair, and walk over to the filmmaker, grabbing the neck of his shirt.

"I got NO sleep, Mark," he muttered, tightening his grip on the shirt. "No sleep. You know why?"

"Look, Roger, you know, you could have moved out of your room—"

"You were fucking your girlfriend the ENTIRE FUCKING NIGHT!" Roger said in a low growling voice. "I got zero action last night because April and Collins decided to have a deep conversation." He paused. "So, not having gotten any sex and hearing you get it all last night has put me in a very bad mood." He pulled the shirt tighter and Mark squirmed.

"Roger, look, you know, you could always sleep out here when we do that—"

"Then I'd be sleeping on the couch the whole time!" Roger yelled.

"Hush!" Mark said, clamping his hand over Roger's mouth. "What the fuck is the matter with you?"

"I got no fucking sleep last night, that's what's the matter with me!" he growled, and suddenly felt a hand slide down his shirt.

"What's the matter, Roger?" Maureen cooed into Roger's ear, and Roger glared at her. He gently shrugged Maureen off, and continued to glower at her.

"You screaming all night." Maureen merely smiled.

"Well, I can't help it if you don't have great sex like Mark and I do." Mark sighed, his face flaming. He turned back to his tea and Maureen and Roger faced off.

"I don't have it all the fucking time," Roger replied, and Maureen grinned.

"Because you can't get any half the time." He fumed, and Maureen was glad to get the chance to get back at him after before, when he teased her the morning or so before.

"Be glad I'm so tired, or else I would totally verbally kick your ass right now, Maureen." Roger sat back down at the table, and drank some of his coffee. Maureen laughed.

"I'll be waiting, Roger," she said, then turned to Mark. "Pookie, I'm going out today. I'll be back late, since I've got an extra shift today."

"Okay," Mark said, and Maureen kissed him on the cheek.

"I'll try and bring back something special when you come back, alright?" Mark smiled, and Maureen pinched his cheek softly. "God, I just want to throw you down when you smile like that." Roger made a gagging noise behind them and Maureen just rolled her eyes. "I'll see you, Marky." And she went back in Mark's room to get dressed.

"That girl does nothing but go out," Collins said, sitting up. He stretched, and walked to the table, sitting across from Roger. He looked at Roger, then to Mark, and laughed. "Didn't get any sleep, huh, Roger?"

"Piss off," Roger snapped, which made Collins laugh harder. "You were distracting my girlfriend, thank you very much."

"We told you we wanted you in the conversation," Collins replied, but Roger snorted.

"It was five in the morning, and you two were talking about religion. I'm sorry, but that conversation doesn't spark my mind at five in the morning."

"So you went in your room to try and sleep?" Roger glared at Mark, who took a seat closer to Collins.

"The keyword in that question being 'try'. I tried to get some sleep."

"What are we going to do today, guys?" Mark asked, eager to get the conversation off Roger's inability to get a good night's rest.

"Well, I thought Benny and Muffy were coming over," Collins mused. "It is your birthday tomorrow, after all, Mark." Mark blinked.

"My birthday?" Roger looked at Mark, then smiled, punching him hard in the shoulder. "Hey!"

"Mark, that's right! You're twenty-two tomorrow, you lucky boy! This is your last day as a twenty-one year old!" Mark rolled his eyes, and looked into his tea.

"That just means I'm getting older," he said sadly, and Collins patted his back.

"Ah, you're getting wiser," Collins corrected, and Mark gave him a thankful smile. "Besides, you're wiser than Roger is, and he's a year older."

"Fuck you," Roger said playfully, and Mark laughed.

"Roger, language," April said loudly from the couch, lifting her finger in the air and wagging it.

"Since when did you care about language, April?" he asked as she came over and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I don't," she replied, "but it's so early in the morning. Usually you don't let out a 'fuck' until about...noon."

"But this is a special occasion—" Roger started to say, and Mark cut him off quickly, knowing the ending of his sentence would probably be about how he didn't get any sleep and the reason why.

"—because my birthday is tomorrow." April lit up.

"That's great, Mark!" She went over and kissed him on the cheek, hugging his head and knocking off his glasses in the process. Roger leaned over.

"The only reason I let April smash your head into her breasts is because it's your birthday tomorrow," he said, and April hit him lightly on the head while Mark blushed as he put his glasses back on. "Heey!" Roger said, pouting slightly.

"Don't be so mean, Roger. I'll 'smash your head' into my breasts if you really want." Roger lit up.

"Alright. I'm ready." They all laughed as April hugged Roger's head to her, and Roger wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her into his lap as she let go of his head. He kissed her on the cheek. "You always know how to make me feel better, baby."

"It's 'cause I know you too well, Roger Davis," she said, poking him gently on the nose. Mark shook his head, taking his nearly empty tea mug to the sink.

"As much as I love seeing Roger and April be all fluffy and happy," he said, "I'm going to go change out of my pajamas now, if no one minds." April smiled.

"But, Mark, the duckies on your pants are so cute."

"Mark, what did I say about wearing that stuff in front of April?" Roger said, hugging her close to him. "Now, stop this sexiness in your pajamas or else I'll have to give you your birthday punches early." April hit Roger again, and Mark and Collins just laughed.

"Well, I have to go home," Collins said, getting up from the table. "I'm in the mood to change clothes. I'll be back soon," he said, and with that, Collins too had left. April kissed Roger lightly on the lips, rising from his lap.

"I'm going to go take a shower, okay?" she said, ruffling his hair before going into the bathroom. Roger looked around, and pouted slightly.

"Well, don't everyone go at once now."


Benny came into the apartment to see Roger clawing at the bathroom door. "Pleeeeease," he whimpered, jiggling the doorknob. Benny was about to ask him what in the hell he was doing, but then he heard a voice on the other side of the door.

"Roger, not now, I'm trying to take a shower." That girlfriend of his; the voice was too high to be Mark's.

"But, please, April, let me in. I...I have to go to the bathroom." Benny heard muted laughter.

"I know you don't have to. Piss in a plant or something. You're a guy."

"April, you're so heartless!" Roger whimpered. "I want to go in the bathroom. Please let me in!"

"No, you just want to get in the bathroom to get in the shower with me. I see through your ploys, Mr. Davis." Benny snickered silently as Roger cussed slightly to himself.

"Pleeeease, April? Let me in for two seconds."

"Roger! I'm taking a shower! I don't want to have sex right now."

"You could do both at once."

"Roger!"

"Alright, alright, I'll wait for you." Roger, defeated, walked over to the couch and plopped down, pouting. Benny leaned against the doorframe.

"Who just got shut down, hmn?" Benny taunted, and Roger whirled around.

"Heeey. Don't mess with me. I haven't gotten any sleep."

"Or any sex."

"If you say anything more, I think I could just kick your ass with my guitar," Roger replied, and Benny laughed.

"Why don't we refrain from the violence? Alison's here." Roger brightened up, smiling.

"Heeey! Where is Muffy?" Benny motioned down the stairs.

"She's struggling. You know, she might have gained a few pounds since you last saw her." Roger heard a voice as he walked over to the door where Benny was standing.

"BENNY! Tell me I didn't just hear you call me fat."

"I didn't just call you fat," he replied. "I said you were even more beautiful than the last time Roger saw you." Alison smiled.

"You dirty liar," she said, laughing. "Roger, come here, baby. I haven't seen you at all!"

"Muffy!" he cried, falling dramatically into her arms as she came through the doorway. "Muffy, you know you want to marry me and have my babies." Alison laughed as Benny pouted.

"You know I do. Because they'd be the cutest babies ever, right?" Roger snorted.

"'Cute'? Muffy, we'd have the sexiest fucking kids on the block." Alison laughed harder and kissed him on the cheek. Benny came over and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Okay, enough flirting with my wife, there, Roger. Just because you're horny doesn't mean you can persuade my wife to do you." Alison grinned.

"Ohhh. So that's why you've been acting so nice to me." Roger glared.

"Benny, if your wife wasn't here right now, I might have to kill you." Mark then decided to emerge from his room, and Alison squealed in delight.

"MARK!"

"Alison?" Mark said, and laughed as she pounced on him, knocking the poor boy on the couch. "How have you been?"

"Oh, same old, same old. How are you, sweetie? I haven't seen you in forever!" Mark smiled, pushing his glasses onto his face.

"I've been doing fine." Alison gave him a hug.

"Mark!" Roger yelled. "What did I tell you about being sexy? You'll steal all the girls away! Hell, look at you! You're stealing Benny's wife as we speak!"

"Oh, there's the Roger I've known," she said, looking over at him. "Jealous because some girl is all over Mark and not him." Roger mock-pouted.

"Well, I'm jealous because said girl is all over men and not her husband," Benny said, and Alison walked over to him.

"Aw, well, I'll always love you, honey." Roger looked at Mark, and they exchanged glances.

"Awww, well, isn't this the sweetest little thing I've ever seen," Roger said, fluttering his eyelashes. Alison gave him a slight hit on the back on the head. "Hey!" Roger cried out. "Abuse! And we haven't even spent, like, two minutes with each other! Muffy, how could you?" Roger pretended to sob as the rest laughed. April opened the door to the bathroom, and Roger looked up, a twinkle in his eye. He rushed over to her. "April, have I ever told you how incredibly sexy you look in a towel?"

"A couple times," April replied, and blushed when she noticed Benny and Alison. "Roger! How could you let me stand here in a towel when there are people present!" Roger glanced around at the three, and smiled.

"Because you're incredibly sexy in a towel." April sighed, and poked his nose affectionately.

"I would kill you if you weren't so incredibly cute."

"You mean, so incredibly hot you'd do me in a second flat." April laughed.

"That, too. Now, let me get dressed!" Roger pouted, and hugged her tight.

"But April, I love you. Especially when you're clad in a towel." April squirmed.

"Roger!" He sighed.

"If I let you go, will you wear something sexy for me?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows. April laughed, and kissed him.

"Absolutely."

"YES!" Roger threw his arms up into the air, and April hurried to his room and shut the door. Roger looked to Alison, and winked. "That's my girlfriend. She's saucy."

"I heard that, Roger Davis!"


After I wrote this, I found out that most fics don't really like Alison...and if you don't like her either, I'm sorry. I just have this certain picture in my head when it comes to Muffy, and that's it. (And yes, another opportunity to use the word 'saucy'. Because I love Roger, and he gets to use awesome words I hardly hear anymore.)

I've been having writer's block like crazy. Please forgive me. I don't know when the next part will be up, but let's hope it's soon! You know I love it when you guys review. (And jeez! This story has been viewed 380 times. Really. Either you guys love coming back here or something. But thanks. Even though not many review, I appricate everyone for actually reading this. And the reviews get extra kudos because they review, therefore they drive me to write more of this insanity. Sooo...thanks. Really. It means a lot. Ahem.)