Finally I have it! THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THE SUGGESTIONS! Here's the next chapter. I think there will only be one more chapter left. What do you think? Well here it is, R&R.

Chapter 7: The world loves to watch us fall.

It takes us an hour to get to the loft. Once we get there 3 girls attack me. All of which are talking at the same time. "Guys, guys! One at a time, please." They shut up and I place Esel on the coffee table. Roger closes the loft door and sits down on the couch. I plop down beside him and yawn a bit. As I am seated Maureen starts inquiring about my health. She asks so many questions and I can't even get a word in.

"Mo!" Collins shouts. "Leave the boy alone for a minute, damn." I shoot him a grateful look. Maureen looks like a lost puppy. Great, now I feel guilty. I assure her that I am fine and she goes back to her old giddy self. Roger is the next to speak up.

"So I believe that Benny had some news for us?" I smile at Roger for the subject change. Benny smiles and tells us that he and Muffy Allison are getting a divorce. I'm pretty sure that my jaw drops and my eyes widen in shock. Everyone is giving him the same look.

"Huh?" Roger oh so eloquently says.

Benny laughs and leans against the table. "We're getting a divorce. I moved out of the apartment today and I am renting one a block away. Let's see, I quit my job and I got another at a small record company. I am sorry for how shitty I have been these past years. I was a real prick." We all nod in agreement.

"Umm…why a divorce?" I ask the question we all want to ask.

"Well there's something about her that doesn't…tickle my fancy." We all break into a fit of giggles over that. Note to self: Benny does not do a good British accent. When we are all recovered I ask him what doesn't tickle his fancy. Without the accent, mind you. "The fact that she doesn't have a penis." He bluntly states. Collins chokes on his Stoli, Maureen runs over to help him, Roger gasps, Mimi whoops and tells Joanne to pay up, Joanne hands her a $20, and I…well I do the only thing I can do. I start to laugh my ass off. Everyone turns to look at me and I stop immediately, blushing.

"Sorry," I mutter.

"So you're gay?" Maureen wonders aloud.

Benny nods and Collins pats him on the back saying, "Welcome to the club." I give Roger a look asking if we should tell them and he just nods.

"Hey Collins, can we be in the club?" I ask as Roger nuzzles my neck. Collins raises a brow and shrugs.

"Sure!"

Roger throws his hands in the air and yells, "Yay!" Joanne puts her hand out towards Mimi. Mimi gives her back the $20. That's when I notice the strange guy to the right of me. He has short dark brown hair and a tan. He's muscular and wearing a tight gray shirt. He's kind of hot. Curiosity takes over and I point towards the dude. "Okay, who the fuck is this?"

Mimi grabs his hand, "Mark this is Clive Anderson(1), Clive this is Mark Cohen." Clive holds his hand out and I grab it we shake hands and I tell him it's nice meeting him. He doesn't seem too bad. He better not hurt Mimi. Wow since when am I protective of the youngest bohemian? I shake my head.

We spend the next hour or so getting to know Clive. He's a dancer at the studio that Mimi works at. They seem in love and I am really happy that she has moved on from Roger. He's all mine! Collins is in the middle of telling Clive all about Actual Reality when Roger yawns. "Guys we should let these boys get some rest." Collins then pushes everyone towards the door. Maureen and Joanne each give me a kiss on the cheek and then leave. Mimi does the same, but apologizes for the other day in the hospital.

"It's okay Meems. It really was a pleasure meeting you Clive." He nods and they leave. Roger stands up and announces that he is going to take a shower. As the bathroom door clicks shut, Collins turns to me. He hands me my notebook and I take it gratefully.

"You're really a good writer. You should think about writing a book." And with that he's gone. I ponder his words and shake my head. A book? No I think I'll stick with my documentaries. I grab my notebook and Esel and head to my room to get ready for bed.

I sit down on my clean bed and look around my clean room. Leave it to Collins to clean the place spotless. I sit there for a few minutes before the urge to cut washes over me. It hits me like a wave and it's pulling me under slowly. No! I can't cut, I promised them I wouldn't. My arm begins to itch, like somehow it's telling me that it needs to be cut. Out of habit I start to scratch my arm. My hands begin to shake and I repeat the "I think I can" mantra in my head. I have to get out of this room. So I do, I practically run into Roger's room and fall onto his bed. I feel better now, the urge isn't so bad here.

A few minutes later Roger's door creaks open and he steps in dressed in his nightclothes. "Mark?" He says when he notices me. "You okay?" I shake my head as he lies down. "Well I'm here now. It'll be okay." He gets under the covers and wraps his arms around me. A moment later he sighs, "Remember when we used to this back in the day?"

"You mean Wednesday(2)?" I smirk.

"Shut up and sleep." He says mocking irritation.

I close my eyes and smile. Roger's here. It'll all be okay, for now.

The End (of chapter)

1: if you can tell me where I got his name from then I will dedicate the next chapter to you.

2: If you can tell me what comedian said that back in the day was a Wednesday then you get the whole story dedicated to you.

Sorry but I'm pimpin' out my quote site on xanga.