Author's Note: In my defense, I totally had this ready for thursday. But as I'm sure you all know, the site has been down the past 3 days. Gah, it was driving me insane. Anyways, sorry, but I should warn you due to AP tests coming up it might be a while for the next update. I'll try for no more than a week.
"What the hell is going on?" Roger asked, his face encased in confusion. He was looking down at the rather intimidating physics packet sitting on his desk that the teacher had given them class time to do. Looking, and realizing that instead of paying attention in class he'd been staring at Mark.
"What are you asking me for? You're the one who usually gets this stuff."
"Well, I say we boycott. Lenses suck, anyways." Roger says, stealing Mark's glasses and holding them in front of his face tauntingly.
"Hey, I need those!"
"No. They are evil, offending lenses. They are the spawn of Satan! You must not give into temptation, Mark. Now, I'm just going to throw these out the window…"
"Wait!" Mark cried desperately, flailing out his arms in a pathetic attempt to snatch his glasses back. "Wait, Rog. Give me back my glasses and I'll explain lenses to you."
Roger clutched his chest, pretending to be deeply hurt. "But Marky, you lied to me. You said you didn't know anything about lenses. How will I ever trust you again? Now I'm keeping your glasses." He childishly stuck out his tongue as he handed Mark his glasses.
"Oh, don't be so dramatic." Mark said, as sight flooded his eyes once more.
"But I have to be dramatic, Marky. I'm trying out for the school musical after school."
"Oh, yeah." Mark said, his tone deflated. He looked down at his feet, suddenly seeming a bit sad.
"Hey, what's with the mood swing? Got your period?"
"Yeah, you got me. I'm bleeding from my vagina."
"Seriously, though. What's up?"
"I don't want you to try out for the musical."
Roger cocked his to the side in curiosity. "Why not?"
"I don't know." Mark put his hand on Roger's arm affectionately, and leaned into Roger. "It's just that it's going to take up all of your time and I like hanging out with you. I feel like once the show starts up I'm never going to see you."
"Aww, that's so cute. Marky's going to miss me." He poked Mark in the side playfully.
"Hey, don't tease me. I'm being serious here."
"Yeah, I know. But the musical's fun. And we have five classes together, Mark. You'll see me all the time."
"I know, but it's not the same thing."
And suddenly it was hard for Roger to think. The combination of Mark's hand on his arm, Mark's hot breath close to his face, and Mark's caring, horribly adorable necessity to spend time with Roger was starting to make Roger's jeans feel a little too tight. Not to mention the heat rising to his cheeks had him feeling incredibly embarrassed, which only made him blush more. "I, um…" God, snap out of it. You do not like boys. "I mean, besides. You should join tech." Mark made a face. "What? Techies are cool. Plus, then you would be after school with me all the time. I'll help out with tech, too. We'll see each other lots."
"Yeah, I guess that sounds okay. I'll think about it."
"Or you could always, you know, try out."
"No."
"Oh, come on. You know you wa–"
"No."
"But you like to sing!"
"'Like to' is not the same is as 'is good at'"
"That is true. You can't sing for shit, Mark."
Mark got in a sarcastic "Thanks." before the bell rang. "Guess I never taught you about lenses."
Roger shrugged. "There's always lunch. I'm sure you don't really know what you're talking about, anyway. See you after choir. And, uh, I know it's hard, but try to survive this period without me." Mark flashed Roger a playful glare before heading to Spanish. Roger wondered how Mark could seem so irresistible, even with that silly look on his face, as he tried to walk to chorus class while inconspicuously hiding the bulge in his pants.
Most people wouldn't expect it of him, but Roger really enjoyed choir. He was good at it, and sure his passion was for rock music, but he appreciated music in general. But today in choir he was a teensy bit distracted. His thoughts ranged from imagining himself in various Mark-related sexual endeavors to thinking, Stop thinking like that. You're not gay. Remember? Not gay. Fuck, what if I'm gay? He left choir to go to the bathroom and "relieve himself".
In the hallway he bumped into Cindy. Just what I need to make this day all rainbows and sunshine, he thought dryly. "Hi."
"Oh, hi Roger. Where's my brother?" From the way she said it, it was clear that she still wasn't over the fact that Roger was over her house almost every day and still wouldn't give her the time of day.
"He's in Spanish class now."
"Wow. I was just kidding because you two are always together. I didn't expect you to actually know his schedule!" Cindy practically snorted.
"Oh. Oops." was all Roger could say as he worked things out in his head. Now that he thought about it, it was pretty strange that he knew every second of Mark's day. No wonder everybody thought he was gay. Even he was starting to think so. But no, he liked girls. He did. He just liked Mark, too. Mark could be… sort of… feminine… at times. And now he was losing an argument with himself. Roger noted that he really had problems. Then he realized something. "Hey, Cindy. You're a girl."
"Really?" Cindy looked down at the cleavage that was practically pouring out of her shirt, and then back up at Roger. "What gave it away?"
"Well I was just wondering if the offer was still up for uh, you know." He pointed down to his obvious erection. "I could use a little help…"
Cindy perked up rather quickly. She smiled quite brilliantly, and Roger thought she did look very pretty. He knew this was wrong on so many levels, but he needed to prove to himself that he still liked girls. "Oh! Yes, of course the offer is still up. Let's go to your car. I find it's the best place to do things without getting caught."
Roger winced at this thinking, Oh god, don't remind me of how often you do this. But he allowed Cindy to drag him by the hand into the senior parking lot all the same.
As he got into the passenger seat of his car; as Cindy pushed the seat all the way back, giving herself room to kneel before Roger; as Cindy swiftly unzipped his pants and pulled them all the way down to his ankles accompanied by his boxers; as Cindy expertly took him into her mouth and began to work her magic, all Roger could think was how much he didn't want this. All he could think was how many times Cindy must have done this to other guys in his grade; how much of a skank she was; how many STDs she must have; how much she disgusted him; how much he disgusted himself for allowing this to happen. Instead of enjoying himself, he sort of wanted to throw up.
Even worse, he found himself picturing a different Cohen. He almost forgot that the whole reason he was doing this was to try to get over Mark, and to remember that he did in fact like girls. But that plan was failing. Crashing and burning. This way he was actually enjoying himself. This way – Fuck, Mark is good. He opened his eyes to tell Mark just that, and to somewhat tease him about it, when reality set in. Right, Cindy. That's why is feels so good. She probably does this more than once a day. At first he felt a bit unsettled, but then he just thought, Oh, fuck it. I'm a homosexual. I like boys. And allowed himself to picture Mark. It was odd, to finally admit it to himself, but he couldn't deny it anymore.