Alright, I'm sorry for the shortness/how long it took. Um…..ya, the usual junk. I don't own RENT, my friend is helping me write this. Enjoy!

I woke up with Anne in my arms. She felt cooler than she did earlier today; I hoped that was a good sign. I thought about getting up, but I didn't. For some reason, no matter how uncomfortable the position I was in was, I didn't want to be anywhere but here.

"Eeeeeee! You two are so cute!"

…And now I wanted to be someplace else. Morgan came bounding behind the couch. She squealed and a huge smile split her face.

"Just be glad I don't have a camera with me."

Anne sat up and yawned, "What time is it?" She asked groggily. She flopped back into my arms.

"8:30" Morgan said, checking her watch and tapping it a few times to see if it was still working. (Although you'd think you be able to tell anyways, since it's a digital and all.)

"Wake me up in a few hours…" She moaned, curling up in my lap like my old cat used to.

I smiled and gently stroked Anne's hair as she slept. Suddenly, a big, black monstrosity was shoved in my face.

"November second, 1991. Mark has had a girlfriend for about twelve hours now. Got anything to say about it?" Morgan asked, cranking up my camera.

I laughed softly. "I've never been happier!"

Roger walked into the room smirking. "'Never been happier.'" He mocked, "You've said that so many times, it's lost all meaning."

"Yeah!" Morgan insisted, turning back to me with my camera, "Tell us something useful. Something you'll cherish in five years. Heck, in five years, we all may be dead."

I felt myself pale. God, I really didn't want to think about that. "Alright," I said, trying not to seem to jittery about Morgan's previous comment, "I really love Anne. I can only hope she won't leave me for another woman. I don't think I could handle that again."

Both people laughed, and Anne shifted on the couch. "Quiet!" I shushed.

My sister turned to Roger. "And now that we've heard Mark's side of the story, what does the roommate think of the new girlfriend?"

"Ah, she's cool. And she makes Mark happy. A bonus," Roger muttered, snatching the camera from Morgan, "And what does the little sister think?"

"I like Anne. She's nice. I can only hope Mark doesn't start ignoring me, or he shall feel my wrath!"

We all laughed. "Don't worry," I mumbled, "It's impossible to ignore you."

A long silence followed, but no one seemed to care. Roger dug out his guitar and started plucking random notes that sounded like the song he wrote, 'Your Eyes'. Morgan put my camera away and was twiddling her thumbs.

"Mark," she said, looking up from her game of one-person thumb war, "Why'd you leave home? And do you really hate me like you said before?"

Roger stopped plucking abruptly and looked at me. I opened and closed my mouth, probably appearing like a fish. I didn't know what to say. "I…um…"

"What time is it?" Anne asked from my lap, startling us all.

"Uh… about one." Morgan replied.

Anne stood up and yawned. She threw her tangled hair into a messy bun, and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"I'm going home, my kitty is probably wondering where her food is." She said.

"You have a cat?" Morgan asked taking up Anne's spot on my lap.

"Yeah, Kiki" she said, "And she gets all the food. I don't think I've had a full meal since you took me to the Life."

"No wonder that weakling could carry you." Roger mused, and took up playing a little melody on his guitar. I really couldn't argue with him, I was pretty damn weak, that's what I got for being an artist.

"Call me later, Mark!" Anne called from the door, I waved goodbye and she was gone. Morgan's smile disappeared as she turned to me.

"Well?" She asked.

"Well what?" I asked nervously.

"Oh, don't be an ass Mark, you know perfectly well what." She said bluntly.

"Don't swear," I said, receiving a death glare.

"Mark," Morgan said.

"I plead the fifth."

"The what?" Roger asked.

"The fifth. The Fifth Amendment. That means I don't have to talk." I answered.

"Mark," Morgan said, a pitch of desperation in her voice, "Spill."

"I told you. I plead the fifth."

"Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"You know the saying 'silence is golden'?"

"Yeah."

"In this case, silence is NOT golden. It's platinum…at best!"

"I'm still not saying a word."

Morgan's eyes narrowed and she gave me a death glare before walking out the door.

"Aren't you gonna go after her?" Roger asked, putting down his guitar.

"I dunno." I said cruelly, "I'm mad at her. Who the hell does she think she is anyway? I don't have to answer her. I'm older and have authority. Morgan needs to learn that she isn't always going to get her way and someone isn't always going to chase after her to make sure she's okay."

"Yeah, Mark," Roger said, "Not trying to burst your bubble, but newsflash. We're in Alphabet City, not Scarsdale. Leave a cute little autistic girl out there for to long and you've got some real shit to deal with. She's your sister, and I know you'd regret it if anything happened to her. Like, oh, DRUGS, or, let's see, AIDS, or, um, MUGGED, or, my personal favorite, RAPE. Yeah, might want to think about that."

I hated to admit it, but Roger was right. I would hate myself if anything ever happened to Morgan. Sighing, I pulled on my jacket and walked out the door. "I'll be back later."

To be continued…