This is my first fic, so please go easy with the reviews. My friend NaKeva Rapp suggested that I stop barging in on her stories and write my own, and she is helping me write this. It's going to be a collection of unconnected, little one shot ficlets about. I really hope you guys like it.

Ficlet 1- Comfort For a Friend

Maureen broke up with Mark last night. He took it pretty hard. See Mark isn't the boldest of guys. In high school I was the one who got all the girls and attention. Mark doesn't talk to that many girls and Maureen was kind of the best thing that ever happened to him. Or the worst now that I think about it. Anyway, he was moping in his room for hours. Finally I got sick of it and barged in there to talk some sense into him.

When I opened the door, Mark was laying in on the floor in his underwear staring at the ceiling. Seeing Mark in his skivvies caused a stirring a little south of the border if you know what I mean, but I put that aside so that I could help him.

"Hey Mark." I greeted him. He didn't respond, so I pressed on. "What are you doing today?" I asked then.

He looked up at me. "The same thing I'm doing now." he said in a flat monotone.

"And that would be?" I asked. The idea was to keep him talking so that he wouldn't dwell on his pain.

"I'm laying here, thinking of how I'm going to die alone." he said.

Ouch, I wasn't expecting that. Still though, he could not be allowed to carry on in this condition. So I leaned down and grabbed Mark's arm. "Come on Marky, time to get up and stop wallowing."

He didn't even fight me as I pulled him to his feet. "How come you got to wallow and I don't Roger?" he complained.

"You wouldn't let me wallow alone for seven months. So now I'm returning the favor." I started to push him out the door, but then remembered that his was less than fully clothed. "Now go put some clothes on, grab your camera, and let's go."

"What's the point? It's not like anyone cares about me to care how I look." he said as he went back into his room. I wanted to tell him that I did care about him, more than he knew. But I thought it better to take it one step at a time and get him out of the house first. After a minute Mark came out in a shirt and some jeans and then flopped on the couch. He was staring at the spot our television would be if we had one, for ten minutes.

Suddenly I snapped, I yanked him to his feet and pressed my mouth against his. He just stood there for a minute, then he kissed me back. When we drew apart we just stared at each other.

"When did you become bi?" Mark wanted to know.

I blushed. "Sometime between when I first met you and all the times I've seen you in your underwear." I said softly. "So, you feel better now?"

Mark smiled and nodded. "Yes, you helped me, so now I'm going to help you." he said.

"With what?" I asked, confused. He grinned and nodded toward the noticeable bulge in my pants. I looked down and then grinned back at him. "Does this mean you're over Maureen now?" I wanted to know.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward his bedroom. "Maureen who?" he asked.