A/N: Yea, that was a pretty evil cliffhanger, but now everything is better, and I have someone reading over my shoulder to tell me when things aren't hot enough. So let's hope you enjoy this one. XD

Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson's. Haven't I said it enough?

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Mark's POV

Roger's fingers slip in between mine, clammy and moist, but I don't mind. He drags me into a room, flipping on the light rather quickly to discover a pink draped bed staring back at us.

"This must be Katie's room." He speculates, pulling me in further before capturing my mouth. I jump slightly from the surprise, but soon find myself sinking into his touch. Unfortunately, he breaks away seconds later. "I've wanted you all night." He whispers in my ear, holding me against his body tightly and breathing heavily. My mouth hangs wide open, hungry for any kind of contact, but he refuses to kiss me again.

"Me too…" I sigh, trying desperately to reach his lips, when he completely separates us and sits down on top of the cotton candy sheets.

"Are you drunk?" He asks, furrowing his brow and smiling incoherently in my direction.

"Yea." I answer bluntly, after a few too many drinks at the party. Not to mention how much I chugged down after Maureen and Carrie witnessed Roger and I get a little too far into a game of spin the bottle.

"Do you still want to do this?" His eyes connect deeply with mine, and I know I have to think right now. But all I can think about is pouncing on Roger, colliding with his lips, kissing him as hard as I can. Obviously I'm not drunk enough for my sex drive to fade.

"Yea." I repeat, and a smile develops on his moist lips.

"Good. I don't know what I'd do if you had said no." He chuckles, reaching out for my hand. I grasp it tightly, and allow him to pull me onto the bed. "Am I taking advantage of you?" He asks before plunging his tongue into my mouth, before I violently shake my head in an answer. I can taste the alcohol on his tongue, but I can tell that he's not really all that drunk. If he were I have a feeling he would be feeling me up right now. But his hands and fingers remain glued to the back of my neck, massaging my skin gently and tearing at my itchy collar. It just occurred to me that I am still wearing a suit. So is Roger. That's why I've been so uncomfortable the whole night.

"Take it off." I whisper in need, the feel of my tie restricting my neck becoming unbearable. Roger breaks our kiss to untie it, dragging it off of my skin and throwing it aside.

"You're commanding when you're drunk." He chuckles as I pull him back to my mouth, needing the feel of his hot breath against mine.

"Shut up." I sigh. Roger pushes me to lie down on the bed, rolling over on top of me and pressing our chests together tightly. At first it's hard to breathe, but I can get used to it. His hands run up and down my body, becoming more curious than before, landing at last on my hips. I feel a tight grip when my tongue swirls against his, brushing lightly over the inside of his bottom lip. His hands begin to move again, this time skimming over my chest, and eventually fumbling with the buttons. After a few minutes I can tell he's having trouble. I break our lips apart and look down at what he's doing.

"Shit." He whispers, leaning his chin on my chest and trying desperately to unweave the top button from underneath the fabric.

"Here." I undo it easily, leaving him a little irritated, but he continues onto he next one anyways. Then I realize that he's taking off my shirt. "Wait." I lay my hand on his, stopping him from going too far. I'm drunk but not ready to have sex.

"Sorry." He murmurs, kissing me harder and with more force than before. Maybe he's trying to make up for the fact that I'm not giving him sex. His teeth softly bite my top lip, pulling me further into his mouth, and deepening the kiss. I grip my hands to his face, rubbing harshly underneath his eyes and at his cheeks. A quiet moan escapes his lips as our mouths open against each other, a noise that sends shivers up my spine. I open my eyes to see his face when I notice a small black line across it. I look closer to see the dark color of eyeliner running down his face.

"Roger. Are you wearing eyeliner?" I giggle lightly, trying to hide it behind my hand but not really succeeding. He presses his finger to his face, collecting some of the make up and then regarding it on his skin.

"Carrie put it on me. She said it looked good." He pouts, as he begins to wipe the remains of it away.

"No. Leave it on. It's…hot." I tell him, playfully smudging the other side to make it look messy. "There. Perfect." I leave my hand cupping his cheek, and stare into his green eyes. I've never really noticed how beautiful they are. Even with the black chalk down his face, his eyes pop out as his best feature. "I could…just…stare at you." I mumble, and he tips his head to the side with a smile.

"I think I could do the same. But I'd rather make out." He smirks seductively, forcing me to kiss him. My fingers run through his silky soft hair, burying themselves deeper until my hands connect with each other at his neck. I continue down his body, brushing against the back of his tie, over the bones of his shoulder blades and muscle curves of his back, until I reach the small. I don't want to go lower, in case he thinks that's too far. It's too early. His tongue works itself in my mouth, and I wonder if he's done this with Carrie before. They hadn't been going out for too long, friends beforehand, but maybe they had a couple sexual encounters. Is Roger still a virgin? I'm thinking into this way too much. We haven't even made out before this and I immediately assume it's leading to sex.

"Little glammed up Roger…" I whisper in his ear as his teeth lightly nip at my neck, biting softly at the skin and leaving slight evidence that he was there. He rolls his eyes at me, squinting them and gently licking the red marks he has made. I moan at the feel of his tongue, while shifting uncomfortable beneath him. His weight is getting a little too much for me to handle.

"Sorry, fuck I'm hurting you." He groans, pushing away to lean next to me on the bed.

"Nah, you weren't." I insist, even though I can breathe for the first time in five minutes. Instead, he pulls me on top of him, connecting our mouths while I get comfortable against his strong chest. It feels so good to be pressed to him, his arms wrapped lightly around my waist and his tongue running smoothly over my teeth. His calloused fingers rub over my chin, bringing me closer to him. I hear the door click open, but I'm too occupied with Roger's free hand all over my body.

"Roger! I said no fucking on my bed!" Katie's voice appears from the doorway, giggling and sounding a little dazed. I immediately jump off of Roger, leaving his lips reluctantly. I turn around to see Katie's pink face smiling back at me. "Why are you stopping?" She furrows her brow, a smirk remaining on her lips as Roger pulls me back to him.

"She doesn't mind." He tells me, softly pecking me on the mouth, asking me to kiss him back. I comply and plunge my tongue roughly through his lips, meeting suddenly with his own velvet tongue. He smiles against my kiss, and I hear Katie squeal in delight. I guess it gives her some sort of pleasure to watch us make out.

"Not at all, but let's keep it down if you guys actually do…you know." She makes a crude gesture with her hand, and Roger separates our mouths.

"Katie, if we do do that, you are definitely not staying for it!" He chuckles and lays his hand on the back of my neck. "Anyway, we're not sluts. It will be at least another week." He smiles kindly at me, and reaches forward gently for my lips.

"Guys, seriously don't! You are making me giggle, and the alcohol doesn't help." Katie chuckles, then suddenly her smile turns to a frown.

"Katie…what are you giggling about in here?" Carrie steps through the doorway, and I feel Roger's hand press firmly against my chest, pushing me away from his lips. At first I let out a gasp of pain, then shock. Shit. This is not good. I see Roger out of the corner of my eyes, burying his face in his hands and groaning. Now I've gotten Roger into a huge pile of shit. I knew we shouldn't have done this. For a few seconds, Carrie just stands there staring at Roger and I. Eventually Roger picks his head up again, tears beginning to fall down his face. I want to lean over to embrace him, but I know I can't. Damn it. I just have to watch him hurt like this. Katie attempts to grasp Carrie's shoulder for comfort, even before one word is spoken, but Carrie immediately pushes her away. "Don't you fucking touch me!" She screams, causing Roger and Katie to jump in fear. I see Roger shrug back lightly, and I think he wishes we could make some sort of contact too.

"Carrie, calm down." Katie whispers kindly, and I can finally see why Roger would love her so much. Even when she is drunk and completely out of it, she has a calm nature to her. But Carrie keeps up her harsh behavior, glaring at Katie and shaking with fury.

"I will NOT calm down! How can I when I just saw my boyfriend making out with a guy! Roger…" Her voice breaks and she sighs, frustrated and dizzy. I can tell she is drunk, I know she usually wouldn't get this mad. I feel so horrible for her finding out this way. I really wasn't thinking about her finding out at all. But I guess I don't have that to think about anymore.

"Carrie. There is no need to be this angry. Mark and Roger just have this…"

"They have nothing! Roger and I are together!" Carrie points towards Roger, and he opens his mouth to say something, but immediately shuts it again.

"Carrie. Please." Katie moves toward the drunken teen, but Carrie shifts away as soon as she can.

"Stop saying my name like that! Wait a minute…" A confused look comes over her face, and then she squints irately in Katie's direction. "Did you…did you know…about this?" Her eyes glaze over as she stares at Carrie, waiting impatiently for an answer to spring from her trembling lips. Katie glances at us fearfully, then proceeds to speak.

"Umm…yes. I was the one who told them to go for it. They were holding back feelings. But maybe that's because they knew you would react like this!" Katie develops an edge to her words, and I close my eyes in angst. Hopefully Roger and I won't be forced to explain ourselves. I'm certainly not ready to get involved in this.

"Jesus! I knew you were jealous of me, but telling Roger to break up with me? How immature can you get?" This sends Katie into a mad fit, although I can tell she is trying to keep as calm as possible.

"Jealous? Jealous of someone who doesn't even get Roger?"

"You're one to talk! I'm not the one who left him alone! I'm not the one who developed a bond and then completely ignored it when I moved away! I am all he has and you can't just expect to come back to the past like all of that never happened." I'm ready for the two girls to begin clawing at each other, but instead Carrie breaks out into tears. Now all of this is starting to have meaning. We have truly hurt someone's feelings.

"Car, please don't cry." Roger begs, his own tears affecting his speech as he wipes them quickly away. He doesn't bother to get up, probably assuming he will just be pushed away if he tries to comfort Carrie.

"Would you rather have Roger lie to you?" Katie questions, and Carrie sniffles sadly.

"He did lie to me!" Her voice is cracking from her tears, but it's still powerful. It still manages to make me feel guilty. It still manages to be heard from the next room over, as Maureen comes walking in soon after.

"Carrie…what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Maureen rests her hand on Carrie's shoulder, being the only one who is allowed to offer comfort and peace right now. But as soon as Carrie stops trembling, Maureen is able to start placing blame. "Roger what the hell did you do?" Her angry eyes set on Roger's guilt-ridden face, and he simply looks over to me. All I can do is smile and set my hand on top of his. Even though it's risky, it comforts him, as he smiles back at me. "Mark…" Maureen whimpers, now putting the pieces together in her head.

"Mark and Roger were kissing!" Carrie blurts out, and Roger's smile quickly fades. I rub my temples violently, as if it will erase this conversation out of my mind. But the reaction I expected does not occur.

"Oh yea. Before? That was pretty intense. What does that have to do with anything?" Maureen smiles naively, and Katie sighs.

"I trusted him and he just…he didn't even…he told Katie! What the fuck! Katie isn't…I'm the one…am I not good? I don't…why him? I'm enough…no one…Maureen!" Carrie blabbers on unintelligibly while Maureen wrinkles her forehead, not understanding what the hell is happening.

"Maureen, Roger and Mark are…well…" Katie glimpses at us on the bed and takes in a deep breath. I nod at her, giving her permission to tell and she continues on. "They are together. Carrie saw them…you know…smooching." It takes all of my energy not to laugh at her explanation of the events. She's so blunt, but she gets her point across.

"Oh." Maureen simply stares at the ground before opening her mouth, causing me to cringe. "Roger! How could you do that to Carrie? She is your best friend! I can't believe you!" She clenches her fists tightly at her side, and for a second I'm afraid that she might attempt to strike Roger. I've never seen her look this mad before. Then to my surprise, she turns towards me. "And Mark, you went along with this? I can't believe you hurt Carrie like this…and…I thought…we were…" Her eyes are now drowning in sadness, but her accusations force me to defend myself.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help but be slightly lonely when you left me two minutes into the dance! You are always leaving me out, and I need someone who actually cares. I want someone who actually listens to me. I'm sorry Mo. But I…" I can't continue suddenly, after all of the anger has built up in me to a hilt. I press my palm to my forehead to calm myself down, when I feel a hand grasp my shoulder.

"Mark, I'm sorry." I hear a sweet voice whisper, and open my eyes to see Maureen's big brown ones staring back at me. She backs away quickly, hoping Carrie won't see her acceptance of this whole thing, then proceeds to hug her best friend. "Carrie, it's all right. Shhh…they didn't mean to hurt you." I'm sort of surprised at Maureen's behavior, but I guess we weren't as close as Carrie and Roger.

"Mo! How could you say that! Now you're taking their side? Am I all by…" Carrie's eyes bug out as her breathing becomes heavier, and her body jerks spastically against Maureen's embrace. She runs hastily out of the room, and a retching is heard coming from what I can assume is the bathroom. I guess the anger took its toll. The anger mixed with the alcohol.

"Carrie!" Maureen runs frantically after her, showing me a sad smile before exiting. It gives me a little hope for our friendship that she's all right with Roger and I. But there's still the matter of Carrie's attitude towards us. I don't want Roger to lose one of his best friends just because of me.

"Guys…are you okay?" Katie slides over to sit next to Roger, slipping her arm around his shoulder and squeezing securely. I also scoot up against him, kissing him lightly on the cheek to help.

"I'm fine." I say selfishly, then wait for Roger to answer. He sits with tears running down his face, staring blankly at the ground.

"I…" He begins to speak, but just scoffs instead. "I can't believe that just happened. I feel so…horrible." His eyes narrow, and I grasp his hand tightly in mine. He still doesn't react, but keeps his eyes focused on the same patch of the floor.

"Sweetie, don't feel bad. She's just a little drunk. I'm sure once she sobers up and has time to think about it all everything will be all right." Katie gently rubs Roger's arm, the sleeve of his white shirt moving in the same rhythm.

"I'm sorry you guys. I'm sorry you had to see that. I…didn't mean for her to find out tonight. Especially not like that." He mumbles weakly, and I kiss the center of his palm.

"Roger don't apologize. You have the right to be happy. Both of you. She's just thinking of herself right now, and she probably doesn't see what's between you two." Katie's voice soothes both of us, more so Roger, and I thank her subtly with a smile. "Now I'll leave you two alone. Thank you guys for coming. I'm sorry for all this shit. People. I swear to God." Katie chuckles as she kisses Roger on the cheek, then leans over to peck my forehead kindly.

"Bye Kate. Thanks." Roger says, and Katie waves us goodbye before returning to the living room. As soon as she's gone, I wrap my arms around Roger's body, running my fingers over the strong muscles in his back. I hear him sobbing into my shoulder, and pull away to connect our lips briefly. "I'm sorry Mark. Jesus, I'm sorry." He whispers, grabbing my hand in his and using his free one to cup my cheek. "I didn't mean to throw you into all of that. I'm so…"

"Roger…shh…it's not your fault. It was my decision too." I tell him, and he faintly nods in agreement. My eyes move to his hand, as I trace shapes gently with my finger. "If you think about it, it's better now that everyone knows. I mean it's out in the open. We didn't have to hide it for that long." He seems lost in thoughts as my skin runs over his, and a few seconds later he pulls away.

"I guess. I'm just scared of losing Carrie. She's my best friend. I screwed all of this up…" His voice raises out of a whisper, and I place my hand onto the side of his neck, massaging it with the tips of my fingers.

"Roger, you're not going to lose Carrie. Like Katie said, if she's really you're best friend, she will come around. You didn't screw it all up. You still have me…" I rub a salty tear away from his cheek, and he grips onto my wrist with his hand, firmly wrapping his fingers around it. I close my eyes slowly as he kisses me, comfort I need. His lips grasp onto mine, trying to find security in my kiss. He exhales evenly when we break, and smiles at me, relieved.

"Thank you." He sighs and lies back on the bed. "We're staying here tonight. There's no way I can drive like this." I nod urgently and join him on the bed, snuggling into his body and listening to his heart beat steadily. After a long night, I'm finally comfortable.

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Notes: Phew! That was a long one too…with lots of fighting and fluff. I'm sorry for making Carrie such a bitch, but hey, she is drunk. Cut her some slack. Hope you liked it! Thanks to my "guardian angel" on this chapter, couldn't have done it without you. ;-) I love your feedback! So go at it!