A/N: I'm sorry for such a long wait, but as you know wasn't working too well, so yes, that's the deal. Hopefully this fluffy and pointless chapter will make up.

Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson's…except for Katie and Carrie.

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Roger's POV

"It's this one." Mark points out his house, yawning and rubbing his temples. After sleeping until one in the afternoon, it's hard to believe that he's still tired. But I guess the hangover got to him. Unfortunately, our memories are still intact. Carrie's hurt and angry face settles in the back of my mind, imprinted forever.

"I know, I've been here before Mark." I say coldly, taking out my frustration on him. When we pull into the driveway I rest my palm on his thigh to apologize, and he leans over to kiss me lightly goodbye.

"I'll see you Monday at school." His voice sighs, and suddenly the prospect of not seeing him for two days is becoming harder to grasp.

"Do you want to do something tonight? Or…tomorrow?" My tone is almost desperate, but I calm my thoughts when Mark gently smirks.

"Yea. Uhhh…what do you want to do?" He asks, getting back into the car and slamming the door shut. My mind races, thinking of all the places I could take him, all the things we could do. I don't really know how much excitement I need right now after that fucking disaster of a party.

"Strip club?" I sarcastically suggest, and Mark softly strikes my forearm.

"Very funny." His teeth peek through his bright pink lips, flushing out his face even more than it naturally is. I reach forward to meet his mouth, when he pulls back. "Don't…my dad is watching." I glance into the window, noticing his father, arms crossed and staring directly at us in the car. I really don't know if I understand or if I'm angry with Mark.

"Sorry." I whisper, and he grasps my hand in his tightly.

"No, it's not you. I just don't want him to find out now. I don't know when I ever do…but…" I see a red tint spread across his cheeks, and I grab hold of his other hand.

"Mark, it's okay. Tell them when you're ready." I want to reach up and stroke his face, meeting lips carefully and cautiously, but I can't. I understand how he feels, especially since his parents don't seem like the accepting type. Then again, am I going to tell my mom?

"Are you sure? I mean, are you going to tell your parents?"

"I don't know Mark, I mean this has only been going on for like…a day. I don't really…" His head drops quickly, while his fingers untangle from mine.

"Yea, all right. I get it. Umm…why don't you call me later when you figure out what's going on. Okay?" He begins to climb out of the car once again when I grasp his foot between my fingers, playfully pulling him back to his seat.

"Don't leave mad Mark. I just meant…I didn't mean that I don't want this to turn into…I mean…" I bury my face in my hands, sighing harshly with frustration. Mark rubs my back to soothe me, and it works within seconds. "I just, don't want to talk about it so soon. I guess I just don't want to think about it." I admit, brushing a piece of hair casually out of my face.

"It's all right, Rog. I understand." His voice is calm and patient, and I know that falling for Mark won't be hard. I don't know how I kept away from him for so long. Feeling his fingers on my back, his smooth words telling me everything is all right, it's just all I ever needed.

"You know, maybe we should just go now. We could pick up Katie and just head somewhere. I'm sure she will take us somewhere interesting." Mark turns back towards his house as I impatiently tap my fingers on his thigh. Apparently he notices, snapping his neck around and facing me, grasping my hand firmly.

"All right. Yea, it'll be fun right?" A smile creeps slowly across his lips, and I nod in an answer, sliding my body over to his. I make sure his father is out of sight before pressing my lips to his skin. He looks nervous, almost hesitant as my mouth caresses his neck, sucking spots of skin then kissing the noticeable circles left behind. "Rog, let's go, my father's gonna see you." He clears his throat anxiously, and I reluctantly pull away from him.

"Don't worry so much." I run my finger over his bony jaw line, and then return my hands to the steering wheel. "Okay, Katie's house? Jesus, we just came from there. This trip was useless." He yawns again, nodding sluggishly as I let a smirk come, even though I'm a little angry. It never really occurred to me that we would still have to hide after Carrie found out. But it's just one more thing I'll have to tolerate.

"You think she's home?" Mark peeks through the windshield to Katie's house as I pull recklessly into her driveway.

"Well I don't know where the hell she would go in the ten minutes we've been gone."

"Oh, right." He chuckles as I slowly descend from the car. I look back to see Mark blushing, and realize that we are still in that phase. We have just begun dating, and he probably still feels awkward touching me, kissing me, and even making eye contact. In a way I'm a little nervous around him too, but we will grow out of it eventually.

I walk up to Katie's front porch, contemplating if I should simply open the door and walk in, but instead I decide to ring the doorbell. Katie comes to the door a few seconds later, still dressed in her gown and looking a little wasted. She smiles warily at me, focusing her eyes and opening the door.

"Hey. What are you doing back so soon? Forgot something?" She pulls me into a hug, and I bury my face in her hair, wrapping my arms softly around her body. A hint of vodka stings my nostrils, and I can tell she's still a bit drunk. But I probably am too.

"Nah, Mark and I were wondering if you wanted to do something today. You busy?" I brush an eyelash gently off her face, and her eyes beam with excitement.

"Nope! I'd love to go! Awww…you guys are so nice to invite me! I'll just get changed quick, kay?" She sprints upstairs before I have time to answer, and I pivot on my feet to see Mark drifting off to sleep in the car.

"Kate, I'll be in the car with Mark!" I yell up the stairs to her, and hear some kind of disjointed mumblings as an answer. I push the door open again and run to my car to join Mark.

"Hey, move over." I tell him, leaning my body against his tired one. I rest my head on his shoulder, but find it hard to get comfortable. His arm is quite bony. I fidget a little until he gets the clue, and shifts so his head is back against the window and his legs spread across the bench seat. I sit myself between his legs, and feel his arms join together around my waist. Maybe he's not as nervous as I thought about us. I smile warmly before falling back on his body, letting my eyes close and my mind relax.

"Mmmm…I'm so fucken tired." He whispers delicately in my ear, and I moan in agreement before jumping from a sharp knock on the window.

"Jesus!" I snap, as Katie opens the door to climb in.

"You guys are so adorable!" She screeches her new catchphrase while pushing our legs off of the seat and adjusting herself comfortably behind the wheel.

"You driving or something?" Mark asks as I climb off of him after inconveniently being forced out of my position. I kiss his pale cheek in an apology, and redirect my attention to the drunken teenager about to drive.

"Yea, who said you could drive my car?" I pry playfully and lightly push her into the door.

"Me. We're going to the mall and I don't wanna have to give you assholes directions." Katie says bluntly, and seconds later we are being dragged to the mall.

Everyone inside seems bored, pulled along with friends, wives, children or their classmates. The aroma of grease and new clothes fills my nostrils, and I look over to see Mark rub his eyes once again.

"You still tired?" I nudge his skinny arm and he yawns with a nod.

"I'm always tired. It never goes away." His smile is so brief and fatigued that I can't help but lean over to kiss him on the corner of his mouth. He's shocked at first but giggles sweetly at me in response.

"Do you guys mind if we shop around a little first? I never make it to the mall anymore, and I should take advantage of it." I meet Mark's eyes, looking for a sign of boredom or agitation. But all he does is smile. Asshole. I don't fucking want to shop.

"Guess not." I sigh, placing my hands softly on both of Mark's shoulders and leading him into a department store. I feel a thin white fabric between my fingers, and realize that Mark is only wearing his undershirt from the dance. Then it hits me that I am still fully clothed with a tie. Mark was at least smart enough to remove his tie and dress shirt, while I probably look like an idiot in a mall sporting a tux. "I think I need to change." I whisper in his ear, and he bends back to gaze at my outfit.

"I don't know, that pink tie is pretty hot." He pulls softly on it, bringing my lips to his in a gentle, yet open-mouthed kiss. I would assume that the position is slightly uncomfortable for him, considering he is leaning over his shoulder to meet my face. Nevertheless his tongue works against mine, running across my bottom teeth before removing itself and allowing his body to retract back to walking regularly.

"Then I think I'll keep it." My breath reigns over his neck, moistening his pale skin. Before my lips can make contact, Katie pulls me over to some clothing racks and I grunt in dissatisfaction.

"Look! Wouldn't these jeans look adorable on Mark?" She holds a pair of faded blue jeans literally inches away from my face, and I wince at the distance.

"Uhh…sure." I answer before inspecting the pants and she stuffs them into Mark's arms.

"Here, try these on. And Roger try on this shirt." She throws a blue t-shirt at me, and we follow the orders. I creep ahead of him to the dressing rooms and sprint into the first vacant enclosed area I find.

"You are so immature." I hear Mark's voice behind me as I slam the door shut and chuckle at the truth in his statement. I fling my shirt and tie off and slip on the blue one, finding it a little tight in the arms but definitely more comfortable than my dress shirt. After a few seconds of admiring myself in the mirror, I swing open the door and glance down the hall. Katie isn't in sight. No one is. I slowly make my way to the room across from mine and dip my body down to the floor. Mark's familiar stiff dress pants lie sloppily on the ground, and I stand back up to enter. My palm presses to the cold green door and I casually push it inward.

"What the hell?" Mark's voice screeches as he frantically covers his delicate parts with his hands. I smirk widely when I can finally see all of him, including his bright red face. My mind returns to the thought of my pink tie as I stand face to face with Mark's faded pink boxers. I hold back a giant laugh, biting my lip so hard I almost puncture it.

"I should say the same thing." I whimper, and Mark's eyes shut with a sigh. "I'm sorry. No, believe me they are…adorable." He smacks me as I finally let my laugh run free, and he grasps for the jeans as quick as he can. Before he can slip them over his feet, I stop him. "What are you doing?"

"Putting my pants on…" His voice is so tiny, and I can tell he's embarrassed. I carefully grasp the jeans out of his hands and drop them onto the floor, leaving our hands twined together.

"Why? I love the pink. Did you wear them just so we would match?" My fingers find the waistband of the boxers and playfully snap them softly against his hip. I feel him shudder under my touch and sigh.

"No, I…I was trying to do my own laundry. There was…a red sock in the washer and…they turned pink. But I didn't have enough time to find another clean pair. I never thought anyone would see them…" His head drops to hide his blushing face, but I refuse to let him be ashamed.

"Mark, they are fucken hot. Why are you embarrassed?" I smile calmly and allow my hand to make contact with his cheek. My fingers brush lightly against his heated skin, over his lips and down his throat.

"I'm…I'm not. I just…" His words become moans, choked whimpers as my tongue slides gently along his jaw line, only peeking out of my mouth the slightest bit. "Roger…what if someone…hears…" My hands grip tightly to his waist, pulling him closer to my body and closing the unbearable gap between us.

"No one will." I sigh against his throat, then move slowly up to his lips, capturing them roughly in a passionate kiss. I don't let his tongue inside my mouth, instead I decide to let him linger on my nearly wanton lips. I sense that he's getting a little too excited, and scoff softly when he breaks away from me.

"What if someone sees two pairs of feet underneath the door? I don't want…" His voice is breathless and paranoid, but I can obviously see that he wants to keep going, even though his fearful thoughts aren't letting him.

"All right, fine." My fingers move from his waist to his ass, gripping tightly and lifting him up violently. I find it easier to carry him than I thought it would be, as his thighs rest lightly on my hips.

"Rog…" He shrieks once he notices that he is being lifted off the ground, but as soon as my mouth connects with his again, his complaints stop. A little grunt is released from his lips as I push him against the wall, sealing our bodies into one. As my tongue finally thrusts through his teeth, his bare legs wrap securely around my waist, allowing me to loosen my grip underneath him. I hesitantly break our kiss and smile seductively up at him.

"Now there aren't two pairs of feet." I state, but he barely listens, gripping the back of my head to bring our mouths clashing back together. The feel of his tongue against mine doesn't seem enough, and my hand runs quickly up his body to grasp his blond hair, leaving my arm resting against the side of his shoulder. I open my mouth wider to deepen the kiss, digging my tongue into the back of his throat. I have a feeling I'm going a little too far, as I don't know how far I can go without gagging him. But apparently he enjoys it, groaning into my mouth and leaving me anxious for even more.

"Roger? Where did Mark go?" Katie knocks sharply on the door, and Mark's mouth separates from mine.

"Shit." He whispers, and I let him gently fall back to his feet. His dress pants are quickly pulled back on, and I reluctantly open the door.

"Hey Kate." I smile falsely, and Katie breaks into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Mark and I exit the dressing room without a word, the taste of his saliva still fresh in my mouth as I change back into my tie and dress shirt.

Once we are finally ready to purchase things, Mark and I have slipped slightly out of the awkward phase with Katie.

"So, Roger you buying anything?" Katie forces her wallet out of her pocket, retrieving all of her money and entering the line at the cash register. I glance down at the blue pile of fabric in my hands and smile.

"Yea, I'm gonna get this t-shirt. I think it's lucky." Mark giggles quietly behind me as we make our way through the line, and I happily purchase my new favorite shirt.

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"Mark, come on. Hurry up!" I tap him briefly on the shoulder as his sweaty palms cling to the cord of the pay phone.

"I am! Just give me a minute. I haven't been home in a long time and I want my mom to know where I am. Especially since my dad saw me with a suspicious horny boy in the car outside our house." Mark glares condescendingly at me while Katie snickers quietly. I don't want to yell back at him, so instead I push my body flush against his back, nibbling lightly at his neck. "Roger, quit it! My mom's gonna hear…hi...mom." Mark spurts out nervously, as Katie begins to giggle violently behind us. "No, mom I'm fine." He elbows me harshly in the stomach and huddles to the phone booth in fear that I'll jump back to him immediately. Instead I leave him alone for now.

I hear his mother's voice squeaking on the other end, and try to hold in laughter bursting from my lips. The look on Mark's face is of pure fear and annoyance as he tries to get in some kind of explanation.

"Mom…mom…would…just listen!" He finally snaps, and I can't help but smile at his high-pitched yell. I lay a hand on his back, calming him and reminding him that I am still here. "Mom, I'm with Roger at the mall okay? I stayed at…Maureen's last night with everyone because we got home late. I didn't mean to worry you." He rolls his eyes once he finishes and I peck him softly on the cheek.

"You want to stay at my house tonight?" I whisper to him, and he nods enthusiastically. I don't blame him for not wanting to return home after what I heard on the phone.

"Mom, can I stay over at Roger's tonight?" I see his knuckles turn white from gripping the phone cord too tightly, and wrap my arms around his waist. A slightly audible sigh reaches his lips, and I kiss the back of his ear. "All right. I will. Okay bye mom." He slams the phone back in its place and turns to face me. "She said I can stay over if I come home earlier tomorrow." My eyebrows go up automatically, and I lean in to his lips, when I remember that Katie is watching us intently.

"Mark, I have a feeling that someone is watching us…" I glare at Katie and she smiles innocently. "Come on guys, we've been here for a while, I want to eat." I drag Mark out of the little hollowed in area where the phones rest and Katie follows behind. In truth we've only been here for two hours or so, but that's long enough for me. Plus with the half an hour drive, thanks to Katie's reckless driving, I just want to scarf down something edible and hit the road. "What should we get?" I stop Mark and Katie behind me and sit down at the nearest available table.

"Pizza." Katie states, looking longingly up at me.

"Oh, I see the deal. I'm the only one with money again. So I'm buying I guess?" My eyes change quickly from Katie to Mark, who is purposely avoiding my eyes. The truth is I really don't mind buying for them. "All right, I'll buy if Mark holds my hand up at the counter." Katie's face melts as I suggest this, and I hear Mark scoff at her.

"Fine. But you better not start making out with me in front of the employee." He points his finger to my chest, but I refuse to agree and instead grasp his hand in mine. The sound of Katie's giggles are heard while we walk away, and I slam my free hand onto the cool metal of the counter.

"Hey! Could we get three slices of pizza? And…sweetheart what do you want to drink?" I say lovingly to Mark, and his eyes narrow at me. Immediately my hand is dropped and he nervously chuckles.

"Coke." He whispers to the lady who is now staring at him with a furrowed brow.

"Me too. So three cokes." I wink at the young lady and Mark pushes me lightly with his arm. "Jealous mister?" I say quite loudly, and Mark's anxious eyes scan the room. "Don't worry. The pizza lady can't steal me from you. Not when I've worked so hard to get you." I tangle our fingers together and pull him into my body, leaving a tight gap between our chests. As my face tips forward to his, we are stopped by a sharp bang on the table beside us.

"Hey, guys! There is a little kid here! Could you not grope each other like pigs?" A short gray-haired woman screams at us, and I rip quickly out of Mark's grip to head towards her table. Suddenly Mark's hand reaches out to firmly grasp my arm, and I'm pulled backwards.

"Don't. Just leave them alone." He whispers in my ear, and I grab our food and drinks before heading back to Katie.

"Any trouble?" Katie asks, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips and I throw her slice of pizza roughly in front of her.

"No. Just some…"

"Roger, just eat." Mark pushes my food to me and I sigh in frustration. But as soon as I feel his hand on my leg under the table, all thoughts of anyone else disappear from my mind.

The parking lot is crowded with honking horns and screaming drivers as we depart from the food court, all exhausted and needing some sort of sleep. It probably wasn't the best idea to do anything after the night we had. I grasp the sharp metal keys in between my fingers as we walk to my car and wearily slip it in the keyhole to enter. Katie appears next to me without warning, and I slightly jump from surprise. All she does in return is smile, and I shake my head in a chuckle.

"Is Katie driving again?" Mark opens his door cautiously, reluctant to get in the front seat if she is about to get behind the wheel. He looks over to her to see her nod matter-of-factly, when I swoop my body underneath hers to the driver's seat. Mark laughs maniacally then cuddles up to me once he enters the car. Katie is forced in the backseat as Mark lounges across the entire bench, and I see her cross her arms in frustration.

"Sorry Kate. Mark and I will make out sometime to make it up to you." Mark punches me in the arm again, and I capture his lips before he can say anything. Now he doesn't seem to mind making out in front of Katie. His tongue thrusts between my wanting lips, rubbing briefly against mine then retracting back to his own mouth. The force of the kiss leaves me bruised when he pulls away seconds later, and I'm breathless when I open my eyes. I clear my throat to shake the feeling of Mark's lips off and start the car.

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Notes: That chapter was pretty pointless and fluffy, but who minds that? Sorry if the update seemed like it took forever, it did to me. Thanks for all the reviews guys! I really appreciate it!