A/N: Ahh I was so happy with that last chapter. It's amazing. I was just so happy to make Roger realize that he has to stop ignoring his love for Mark. So yes. And thank you guys so much for the reviews! You're all so awesome! Now I get to start writing the stuff I love. And the love for Katie was very strong too. Heehee…But don't forget your love for Carrie. You know you love her! Don't deny it. I certainly do. :-D Okay, writing now. Yea…don't hate me, but I kind of mention another OC in this chapter. She won't be that big of a deal, but I have to even out the number of friends Mark and Roger have. XD

Disclaimer: S'all mine. Pff…yea right. I wish. It's Jonathan Larson. Quit making me say it. XD

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Mark's POV

"Marky is it okay if I dance with James?" Maureen asks me, and I glance between her and the senior before nodding slowly.

"I guess." My voice shakes slightly, afraid that James might kick my ass if I refused. It's only been about three minutes since we arrived, and I haven't even danced for a second. I suppose I don't really care, seeing as I expected this, and I hate to dance. I look ahead to see Roger and Carrie pressed against each other, swaying lightly to the music and sigh. He's forgotten about me.

I head to the drink counter, but the mob makes me back away. I don't think I care that much about a beverage. Maybe I'll just sit in the bathroom for the rest of the dance, and come out when it's over. What a fun night this will be.

When I finally do get to the bathroom, I jump up onto the corner of the counter, leaning my head back onto the freezing blue wall and shut my eyes. There are barely any people in here. Hopefully no one will notice that I'm not waiting for anyone, but instead just spending my dance in the men's bathroom while my date grinds against a senior. It was sort of stupid of me to believe that Maureen actually likes me like that. We have always been friends, I don't know why I'd want to screw that up now. If only Roger and Carrie weren't dating.

The clock ticks by slowly, but when I finally open my eyes I see that almost ten minutes has gone by. It figures that Maureen totally forgot about me. Ten minutes is a long time to be dancing with someone who isn't even your date. Maybe I'll go out and try to find Roger. I don't know what I'd do if I found him. Drag him to the bathroom to talk? He probably wants to dance with Carrie anyways. I slide forward, using my hands to push my body, and let my legs fall off of the counter. They dangle, every once and a while hitting the wall under the sinks. I try to beat in rhythm with the clock, but become very unsuccessful. I don't have musical skills like Roger does. Damn it. I can never seem to get Roger out of my head for more than a minute.

"Hey." I hear a voice say, and I jump slightly at it. I turn my head to see Roger's green eyes staring back at me, smiling kindly and opened wide.

"Jesus. Hi." I pull my legs into my body, resting my feet on the counter in front of me. I'm curled up in a ball now, trying to inch my way away from Roger. Being near him will make things unbearable.

"Sorry. Did I scare you?" He wipes his blond hair out of his face, and I shake my head.

"Nah. I just…didn't see you."

"Oh. Kay." I hear him silently sigh, and his fingers nervously dance on the counter next to his legs. I wonder why he's so jittery talking to me. Usually I'm the one flipping out.

"Why aren't you out there dancing with Carrie?" I raise my eyebrows, and gaze sweetly at him. His palm flips face up, almost asking for something to hold onto. I see beads of sweat on it, and then notice them on his forehead also. The light shines directly onto his lightly tanned skin, but they're definitely not warm enough to make him perspire.

"I got bored…plus I saw Maureen dancing with another guy, and I wanted to come see if you were okay." A smile flushes my lips, and I know a blush appears also. My fingers lightly touch my face, almost to try and stop the red from spreading, and Roger notices me. He blinks slowly, taking in the figure and shape of my face with his wandering eyes.

"I'm…fine. I just didn't want to have to watch her dance with James so I came in here." I nod to make my point more believable. Even though I'm not lying. I'm so fucken nervous around him. I have no clue why. We're friends, I should feel comfortable. Maybe that's the problem. I feel so comfortable around him, that is scares me.

"Good. Well…not really. Maureen is a bitch. I mean, why doesn't she want to dance with you?" I bug my eyes out at his question. Yea, like someone would actually want to dance with me. I'm surprised I even got asked to this stupid thing. Girls don't exactly crowd me. Neither do guys. I'm just not that popular. I do have a few select friends, and I don't get made fun of, but I don't stand out in anyone's eyes. Most of my friends are Maureen's friends who also find her annoying. Like Erin. Erin and I met about two months ago, and she is probably the only one who I can talk to without being overruled with jabber. There's no doubt that Maureen is my best friend, but sometimes I just need someone to hang out with who doesn't annoy the shit out of me. Erin is always there for me, open to talk about anything or anyone. I haven't spoken to her about this whole Roger thing, but I have a feeling she would tell me to go for it.

"Maybe cause I have no sense of music or rhythm. I can't really dance all that well…" I laugh, and Roger looks over at the door. Currently there's no one with us in the bathroom, but I can only assume that more people will come. He looks lost in a thought, and soon after my comment he jumps off the counter.

"I could teach you." He looks me in the eyes, and reaches out his hand for me to take. My mouth opens, but no words come out. Is he fucking out of his mind? Dance…with him? That would no doubt drive me insane. Standing against Roger, moving against Roger, holding Roger's hand…it's too much.

"Uhh…I don't think so." My voice squeaks when it finally comes out, and I feel my face heating up quickly. He shrugs his shoulders and scoffs.

"Oh come on. Just do it. Hurry, while no one is here." He demands, and I reluctantly join him on the floor. He grasps my hand in his, and I feel the moisture and heat wrap around my skin. I let out a sharp sigh, and he pulls my body closer into his.

"What are you doing?" I ask, flustered by the feel of his chest rising and falling against mine. He smiles, literally inches away from my own face and grips my hand tighter in his.

"I'm teaching you how I dance with Carrie."

"S…slow dancing?" I mutter, stumbling over my words as I feel his hips lightly and unintentionally grind against mine.

"Yea. Is that okay?" He backs up only an inch or two, just to make sure that I am able to pull away anytime I want. There's no way I'm moving now.

"I guess. Yea, it's fine." He returns to his original position, and picks up my hand away from my thigh, placing it gently on his hip. Our hands untangle, and he lets mine slowly find its place on his free hip. We begin moving unhurriedly to the music blasting from the gym, and I find my feet actually stepping the correct beat. I guess slow dancing isn't that hard.

"See? It's not that hard. You pretty much just stand there and sway. No big deal…you're…pretty…good actually…" His breathing becomes heavier as he stares hazily into my eyes, unable to break the contact and concentrate on what I'm doing with my feet.

"Mhm…" I gulp down air, holding myself back from doing anything stupid. Like kissing him again.

"Mark…I…" He stutters, and I feel his hand rest tenderly on the side of my arm. His fingers grip tightly, while his face moves closer and closer to mine.

"What?"

"I want to kiss you." His body is now flush against mine, knowing that I want it too. My eyes shut, readying myself for something I've wanted forever. His soft, thin lips touch mine lightly, covering my vulnerable and clenched mouth hesitantly but lovingly. His hands snap to cup my cheeks as soon as I accept his kiss, and I feel him sigh against my lips. The absence of his lips comes too soon, after only a short and previewed kiss.

"What are you doing?" I ask, as soon as I am coherent, and he smiles.

"I didn't know if it was all right…"

"Just…kiss me again." I beg, and he presses his mouth against mine at last. My hands pull him tighter towards me, using his hips as control of his body. Suddenly I realize that his fingers are lightly playing with my hair, brushing pieces back and forth while his tongue asks for permission inside my mouth. I spread my lips apart to let it in, and as soon as our smooth taste buds touch, I'm shoved backwards into the wall. My arms wrap around his waist as his tongue swirls through my mouth, exploring every single inch of it. This feels so right, so good. I don't know why we haven't done it more. His hands on me is the best feeling I've ever felt.

The door slams open, and I push Roger roughly away from me, for some reason worrying that it's Maureen. Then I remember that this is the men's room. He throws me a confused and hurt look at first, then I pull him along by his hand to the stall next to us. I press my back against the wall, after tightly shutting the door, almost asking him to come kiss me. He reads my mind, and before I know it, his tongue is back, resting against mine. His hands run up and down the side of my body, the skin of his fingers brushing up my shirt every few seconds, trying to gain entrance. But we can't take it that far. When we both need to breathe, he breaks away first, and leans against the wall next to me. I can barely catch my breath to speak.

"We should probably get outta here. Someone's gonna see two pairs of feet in the stall." I mutter, and Roger rolls his eyes at me.

"Stop worrying so much. No one will see us." He takes my hand gently in his, kissing my palm and then entwining our fingers together.

"All right." I accept it, not wanting to really leave, but still afraid that we will get caught. I straighten my black tie once again, after it was messed up by Roger's excitement, and let out a huge sigh. "So…what about Carrie?" I try to avoid eye contact, not wanting to get rejected a second time, but still curious about why he kissed me.

"I've decided that she will understand. It's driving me crazy being around you and not being able to do anything about it."

"Me too. So…does this mean that we're…like…" I clear my throat and grasp tightly onto my dress pants. I've never had to ask a girl out before, or a guy for that matter. It makes me so nervous and anxious, but I have a feeling that it will be worth it if I ask just this once.

"A thing? Together?" He finishes my sentence, and I breathe a huge sigh of relief.

"Yea."

"If you want to be. I know I do."

"Yea. Me too." He kisses my temple and pulls me into his arms, letting me lean my head softly against his shoulder. I have a boyfriend. Something I really never thought I'd have. But it seems right. Only with Roger.

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Notes: Ahhh…nice. Okay, that was quite the quick update don't ya think? I hope you're happy with this chapter, and now I'm off the hook for a while with updates. Review! Thanks a lot!