A/N: I haven't updated any of my fics in awhile… I don't know why, but whatever. Here you go! I really think you should review! You know you want to…


Before the two men turned in for the night, they pushed together the twin beds, wanting to be closer to each other. Roger sat up in bed against the wall waiting for Mark to return from the bathroom. He looked up at the ceiling remembering the years he'd spent in this room, mostly alone. He usually would come home from school and lock himself in while he played his guitar or wrote new songs. There were so many good memories in this room, and so many bad ones. He was so deep in thought that he didn't even noticed Mark walked in. Mark smiled at his boyfriend's interest with the ceiling. He crept over to the bed silently and gently climbed on top of Roger, instantly breaking his trance. Roger's lips curved into a smile. It was the first one anyone had seen on Roger the whole night. Mark bent down and left a lingering kiss on Roger's smooth lips.

"What took you so long," Roger asked, sounding disappointedthat he was awayfor more than a minute.

"Your dad pulled me into your parents' room to talk to your mom." Roger's expression changed drastically.

"You talked to my mom? What happened? What'd she say?"

"Whoa, calm down, Roger. Your dad just asked me to tell her about our relationship, tell her how much I love you," he smiled.

"And…?"

"And I think she likes me." Roger smiled and kissed him again, this time more passionately.

The next day…

Roger and Mark walked down the stairs, luggage in hand. Today they were leaving and heading to Scarsdale. It was Mark's turn. Mark knew his parents wouldn't even think about accepting the face he was with another man. They would probably just kick them out and not give a damn what happened to him after that. Mark was so lost in his thoughts and he didn't notice that Roger had frozen on the last step. Mark slammed into his lover, but Roger didn't even look back or see if he was okay. His eyes were glued on two people; the woman had long dirty blonde hair, and the other was very familiar. Mark's mouth dropped when it registered who was standing in Roger's living room. Benjamin Coffin III, the two could only wonder why their enemy was there.

"Mark, Roger," Benny said, just as shocked as his rivals.

"Benny, what are you doing here," Mark asked. He tried to sound nice for Roger's parents who were also in the room.

"I'm here with… Kristen," he pointed to the woman standing next to him. Roger looked angry and confused.

"Why," he finally asked. The volume of his voice made his mother slightly jump.

"That's what I was trying to tell Mom and Dad," Kristen said angrily. She turned to her parents. "This is Benny. We're engaged!"

"That's wonderful," Mrs. Davis said, a little too happily as she hugged Kristen tightly. Mark glanced over to Roger. His expression was priceless. It was a mix between shock and angry towards Benny.

"Benny, you're married," Mark pointed out.

"Actually, I'm not. Alison left me after she found out about Mimi." Roger dropped his bag and moved swiftly towards Benny. He grabbed his collar and shoved him into the wall, pinning him to it. He blocked out Mark, Kristen, and his parents' screaming and moved his face inches from Benny's.

"You better not fuck around with Kris, Benny, or… or," Roger threatened. He was pulled off by Mark even though everyone else had tried but failed. Mark was the only one there that had any power over him.

"Roger," Mark said trying to look into Roger's eyes with his hands grasping Roger's shoulders. Roger refused to make eye contact though. He just stared at his feet. Roger forcefully eluded Mark's grip and headed towards the door, slamming it behind him. Mark started to go after him but felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He spun around and met Benny's eyes.

"Mark, maybe I should go talk to him," Benny said.

"No way, Benny. You're the reason he just stormed out," Mark claimed.

"I want to be on better terms with all you guys, like before I met Alison," he replied. Mark sighed and plopped down on the couch. Benny smiled and walked briskly out the door. After walking out the door and seeing no sign Roger, Benny walked out to the sidewalk and looked down the streets. He saw Roger standing still at an intersection with his back facing him. He moved quickly down the sidewalk towards the musician, wanting to sort out all their differences.

"I want to be alone, Mark," Roger said coldly. "Just go away." Benny stopped directly behind him.

"It's not Mark." He paused, searching for the right words to say. "Look, Roger, I want us to be friends again, or at least be able to stand in the same room without fighting, for Kristen's sake."

"Yeah, like that's gonna ever happen," Roger said in an intense, sarcastic tone. "You ditched your friends for money. You'll do the same to Kris." Roger finally turned around to face Benny. "I'm not letting you do that to her."

"It's not like that anymore. I loved Alison. I didn't marry her for the money."

"Great, go be with her, leave Kristen alone," Roger replied hastily as he walked past Benny.

"Uh, key word is 'loved' Roger. I don't love her anymore. I love Kristen," Benny said, trying to keep up with Roger. Roger didn't respond. "Look, Rog, I just wanted to try to mend things between us, I don't need too. Kristen and I are about to get married. We're family now Roger." Roger stopped walking and slowly turned to face Benny.

"She's my little sister, man," he pleaded. "Aren't you two going a little fast?"

"No, were not. Don't you want her to be happy?" Roger sighed.

"She's happy with you?" Benny nodded. "You better not fuck this up." And with that he briskly walked back to the house.

A/N: So, is Roger gonna fully give in and like Benny again? Should he for his sister? What doyou think he should do? Review!