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"Mom and Dad will be home in twenty minutes," Julie called from the kitchen. Roger continued pacing the living room and Mark just watched him from the couch.
"Rog, will you just sit down. You're making me nervous," Mark stated. Roger willingly took a seat next to him on the couch. He continues to squirm on the couch and nervously twiddling his thumbs. Mark slid his hand over and captured his hand in his. "Sit still. It'll be okay."
"I've never been this edgy before."
"Yeah, I know. Just don't worry."
"You've never gone through this...," Roger stopped. "Mark, we haven't told your parents yet!"
"I did," he lied. Mark refused to look Roger in the eye. Roger watched Mark closely.
"You're lying! Why am I telling them if you haven't? Do they even know you have AIDS?" Roger stood up and moved away from Mark.
"Not exactly." Why does Roger always have to yell? Roger glanced at Mark's guilt ridden face. He looked so remorseful. Roger sighed and slowly stepped in front of his seat on the couch. He took his hands, pulled him up, then placed Mark's arms around his neck and hugged him.
"You gotta tell them, Mark. I'm telling my parents. We gotta do this now."
"Fine, you wanna go straight to Scarsdale from here?"
"Sure," he smiled, kissing Mark's forehead tenderly. They just stood there until Julie's obnoxious voice interrupted them.
"They're here," she called. Mark and Roger broke apart just in time. His parents barged in.
"Mom, Dad, I wanna talk to you. Sit down." Mr. and Mrs. Davis obeyed and sat in the chairs across from them. "Um, I hope you guys accept this. I really do. Uh, Mark and I… Mark's my…-." Julie, who was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, interrupted him.
"Geez, get it over with. Roger and Mark are banging each other," she said nonchalantly. Roger's mouth dropped as he glared at Julie. He could not believe she just did that. Everyone was surprised when his parents starting laughing and giggling.
"What," Roger questioned.
"Oh, nothing, son. Julie's such a kidder," he father answered. What the fuck, Roger thought.
"It's true, Dad," he replied quietly. The two quickly stopped laughing.
"Roggie, are you serious," his mother asked, obviously in shock, while his Dad stayed completely silent.
"Yeah," he smiled over at Mark, "it is."
"How long," his Dad finally spoke.
"A year and a half."
"Well, that's great Rog," Mr. Cohen congratulated him.
"Really, uh, I mean thanks," he said, sort of confused. He thought his dad would be the less understanding one. While lost in thought, Roger barely noticed that his mom ran up the stairs crying. "Mom." He was going to follow her but his dad held him back.
"Just give her some time," he explained.
"I… kinda figured you would get mad and she would accept it," Roger confessed.
"Well, I've been around homosexuals all my life."
Later that night…
Mr. Davis had convinced his wife to come down for dinner, but it was filled with silence. Julie and her father had desperately tried to start some sort of conversation but failed miserably. After dinner, Mark and Roger excused themselves to the living room to watch TV while his parents cleaned up.
"Mon, you have to accept this. He's our son. He needs your approval," he tried to convince her.
"How do I approve of that?"
"Easy. I did when my brother came out. He's happy and we can't change anything." She started to leave the kitchen and go up the stairs, but he stopped her in the living room. "Look at them." He was referring to Mark and Roger's sleeping figures. Roger was laying on the couch with Marklaying on top. Roger held Mark tightly by the waist. Mrs. Davis sighed and continued up the stairs.
One hour later…
Roger was awakened by the buzz of the TV. He looked down at Mark, sleeping soundly in his arms. He kissed the top of his head softly and accidentally woke him up.
"Did I wake you," Roger asked.
"Yeah, but it's okay."
"How about we go up to my room?" Mark nodded and climbed off Roger's muscular body. Mark followed Roger to the room and sat on the bed he slept on last night.
"You okay," Mark asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered. "I can't believe my mom though."
"I know, Rog. She'll come around sooner or later, hopefully sooner."
"How do you think your parents will react?"
"Very bad. I was afraid to admit I'm gay in fear of them finding out. But now, I guess I have to tell them."
"You don't have to if you don't want to."
"I want to," Mark replied.
A/N: For all the Mark/Roger fans out there, which you probably are if you're reading this, I'm writing and will soon be posting a Mark/Roger slash fic set in high school. But anyways, review!
