A/N: Hey, this is my second Mark/Roger fic. It's set in high school and Mark and Roger have been together a little less than a year just so you know. Anyways, enjoy and I hope you review!


"We're living a lie, Mark," Roger yelled into the phone. "I can't do this anymore. I'm sick of being asked out by girls and having to turn them down without a good reason. I'm coming out and I think it's time you did too. Either you do or we're done." Mark heard him slam the phone onto the receiver angrily. He sighed as set down his own phone. He couldn't come out now. They were in high school! Coming out of the closet would just add on the things bigger guys could bully and torture him about and topics for the cheerleaders to gossip about. Ifhe didn't Roger would leave him forever. But if he did, he would always have Roger there to protect him. But what if his parents didn't accept him? Even if they didn't, Roger would still be there. Some of his friends might not like hanging with a queer, but Roger was all he really needed to live. Mark had three perfectly good reasons not to come out and three reasons to come out. Why did this be so hard? He loved Roger and wanted to show it everywhere they went, but he was afraid of what people would think. If all he had to do to keep Roger was come out to the world, then that's what he has to do. He slowly re-dialed the number that was forever embedded in his mind - Roger's number. After a few slow, piercing rings, Roger's voice filled Mark's ear.

"Hello," he answered his voice more calm than two minutes ago.

"Hey, it's… it's me," Mark voice shook.

"Mark, I'm sorry. We don't need it to be public. I'm happy just being with you. You're all I need."

"Rog-," Mark started softly but Rogercut him off.

"I didn't mean to yell at you. It just sorta happened and it won't happen ever again."

"Roger-."

"If you don't want you come out, you don't have to. And I won't either."

"Roger! Will you listen? I'm trying to say that I've decided to come out!"

"Are you sure?This isgonna change our whole lives."

"I know, but if it means staying with you, it's worth it," he smiled.

"Aw, I love you," Roger said sweetly.

"I love you too. Hey, Rog, I kinda wanna tell my parents as soon as possible and I want you here when I do, so can you come over?"

"You're gonna tell them so soon?"

"Yeah," he answered. "Is that a problem?"

"No," he replied quickly. "I just figured you'd wanna wait, but whatever. I'll be there as soon as I can. Bye."

"Bye." He slowly put his phone on his desk and leaned back in his bed, slowly drifting to sleep.

Roger walked up the stairs of the Cohen household after being let in by Mrs. Cohen. He reached Mark's room and entered. He looked at his sleep figure then checked if anyone was near his room. He quietly shut the door and crept over to Mark's bed. Roger gently climbed over Mark, making sure he wasn't wakening, and leaned into his lips. When they touched, Mark smiled and opened his eyes gradually. Roger laid his head down on Mark's chest. They just laid there like that until a knock on the door startled them. Mark practically pushed Roger offof himand he crashed down on the floor. Roger immediately stood up off the ground and Mark said, "Come in." Mark's mom stuck her head in the room.

"Dinner's ready boys. Roger, sweetie, you're welcome to stay if you'd like," she said happily.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cohen," Roger smiled. She left, closing the door behind her. Roger stepped closer to Mark's bed and held his hands out to help his boyfriend up. He took Roger's strong hands and he easily pulled the scrawny man up then put his arms around Mark's waist. "You telling them after dinner?" Mark nodded nervously.

Dinner went all too quick for Mark and Roger even with them eating as slow as possible. Roger looked over at Mark who nodded slowly.

"Uh, Mom, Dad. I have something I'd like to share. I'm serious about this and I'd really like all the support I can get. What I'm trying to say-," Mark started.

"Marky, you're scaring me," his mother cut him off. "Will you just say it?"

"Um, I'm… Roger and I… um… I'm gay," Mark finally told them. The whole room was dead silent. Before he knew what was happening, his father stood up.

"I want you two out of my house now," he tried to stay calm.

"Dad-," Mark attempted to protest.

"Now," he yelled, walking towards the garage.

"Mom," he said turning to his mother. Mrs. Cohen stood up and followed her husband's footsteps.

"Maybe you should just go," Mrs. Cohen replied cautiously, stopping the in the doorway.

"Where am I gonna go?"

"I don't know," she sighed. Mark was left speechless. How could his own parents kick him out? His thoughts were interrupted by Roger's soft, soothing voice.

"You can stay at my house as long as you want," he offered, after Mrs. Cohen left them alone

"I don't know," Mark demurred.

"Where else are you gonna go?"

After packing a few things, Mark and Roger drove to Roger's house in silence. Roger periodically glanced in Mark's direction. Mark refused to make eye contact as he sat with his head against the window.

"Mark," Roger broke the silence softly. Mark didn't respond. "Mark, I love you." Roger knew that was kind of random but he thought it might help. He thought Mark needed to know that he still has him in his life. Mark sighed and turned his head towards Roger.

"I know. I love you too, but… loving someone isn't supposed to be this hard, is it? I just lost my whole family because of love."

"But you gained someone too, me," Roger said as he pulled into his driveway. Roger turned off the car, but neither of them moved. Roger turned to Mark and caressed the side of his face. "I'm sorry that had to happen. If I hadn't pressured you-."

"Roger, it wasn't your fault. It was theirs." Mark kissed Roger on the lips quickly then they both exited the car and walked in the house, hand-in-hand.

"Mom, can Mark stay here for a little bit. His parents kicked him out after he told them about us," Roger requested. Mark knew that Roger's parents knew about them. Why couldn't his parents be like Roger's?

"Sure, honey," she answered, her eyes glued on the magazine in front of her. Roger pulled Mark up the stairs and into his room. Roger shut the door behind them as Mark sat on Roger's bed with his head in his hands.

"Mark," Roger sighed as he kneeled in front of him. Roger put his index finer under Mark's chin, forcing him to look up at him, piercing green meeting watery blue. "Mark, everything's gonna be okay, trust me." Mark didn't respond. He just leaned forward and planted a soft, lingering kiss on Roger's lips. Roger kissed back as Mark's lips parted, allowing Roger's frisky tongue to enter. Mark leaned back onto the bed and pulled Roger on top of him. Mark ran his hands through his lover's long, dangling hair. Mark didn't need to respond to Roger's last statement. He knew everything would be just fine.


A/N: More is coming soon and I really, really love reviews!