A/N: So this is chapter two. I wanted to update a lot with this story but that didn't happen did it? So tell me what you think please?
Roger woke up with his skinny boyfriend in his arms. He smiled to himself and glanced over at the clock. It was 7:15 and they had school today. Roger hugged Mark tighter and kissed the top of his head. Mark sighed and buried his head into Roger's chest.
"I don't wanna get up," Mark complained.
"We gotta go to school," Roger said as he gently lifted Mark off him so he could get ready. Mark just fell back into the warm bed. Roger grabbed some clothes and disappeared from the room. Fifteen minutes later, Roger re-entered the room, showered and ready for school. Mark hadn't even got up yet. Roger grinned and took both of Mark's hands and pulled him up. He peeled Mark's shirt off and put another one from his bag on him. Then he playfully pushed him back on the bed and pulled off Mark's sweats, replacing them with clean jeans.
"Keep smiling, see what happens," Roger joked after seeing the smirk on his face. He pulled him up off the bed again and encircled his arms around Mark's waist. "Tomorrow, I'll teach you how to dress yourself."
"I like it better when you dress me," he said childishly.
"I bet you do," Roger replied, dropping his arms. "Come on, we gotta go." Roger picked up Mark's bag that carried his camera and hardly any school work and handed it to him.
Mark and Roger walked side-by-side up to the school. In the car, they decided they wouldn't make their relationship public at school yet for Mark's sake. Their private conversation was infiltrated by two of their closest friends, Collins and Maureen.
"Hey guys," Collins greeted. He was staring at Mark who had a depressed look on his face. "What's with him," he whispered to Roger.
"He told his parents last night. It didn't go so well," Roger explained.
"Oh, it's okay, Marky," Maureen said in her usual high-pitched voice. "They'll come around someday."
"Someday," Mark mumbled to himself. "Someday is too far from now!" And with that, he storm away from the group towards the school.
"Mark," Roger called after him. He jogged in his direction but he was long gone. Well, I'll see him in chemistry, he thought as he returned to the group.
After first period, Roger rushed to the chemistry room, hoping to see Mark. But when he stood in the doorway of the room, he did not see him. Mark was always there before him. Where was he? Roger walked back down the hallway and decided to check his car. It was a long shot, but where else would Mark go?
A worried Roger jogged out to the parking lot, wanting to get out of the cold New York air. He slowed when he was Mark's blue eyes locked on his own. He quickly got in the car and turned on the heat.
"Mark, it's freezing out here," Roger said trying to get warm.
"I don't care," he replied looking out his window.
"What is it, Mark," Roger tried to make him feel better by putting a hand on his shoulder.
"My parents will never accept this. I'll never talk to them again. My life is ruined," Mark groaned.
"It's going to be okay. Don't listen to Maureen. And would living with me for awhile be that bad?"
"I love my parents, Rog."
"I know you do. They will come around, trust me."
At Roger's house…
"Are you sure you're okay," Mark asked Roger as he ran his fingers over the bandage on Roger's palm. Roger had cut his hand while picking up shattered glass.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he smiled. Roger put his arms around Mark's waist, pulling him closer. Mark buried his head deep in Roger's strong, masculine chest, inhaling his warm scent. "I gotta go see April. She said she wanted to talk to me." Mark's eyes squinted.
"Alright, I'll see you later." They kissed then Roger walked out of his bedroom.
April's apartment…
Roger knocked heavily on April's apartment door. He heard water running so it was obvious that someone was home. When no one answered, he cautiously pushed open the door.
"April," he called out, hoping for a response. He moved towards the source of the rippling water- the bathroom. He knocked quietly then entered. The sight was horrifying. There was one was his best friends, laying in a pool of blood-soaked water motionless. Roger reacted quickly and picked her up out of the warm water. She coughed up a splash of water.
"April, you gotta stay with me here. I'm gonna call 911.Please hold on," he pleaded. He ran off to find a phone.
Mercy General Hospital…
Roger paced the waiting room wanting answers from the hospital staff. They wouldn't tell him anything. But Roger still couldn't believe this was happening. Why had April slit her wrists? What was wrong with her? From what Roger saw, she was a nice girl with a pretty good life. Why would she try to throw that all away? He was somewhat startled when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He spun around to see a short, female nurse.
"Are you Roger Davis," she questioned. He nodded.
"Yeah, is April okay?"
"I can't inform you of her condition yet. I have to ask you a few questions. Were you aware that Miss Ericsson was HIV positive?" Roger look at her, confusion evident in his face.
"No," he replied quietly.
"You told paramedics on the scene that you had pulled her out of water filled with her blood?"
"Yes," he sighed.
"Do you have any cuts or open wounds in areas that the blood came in contact with?" Roger glanced down at his hand.
A/N: I know that's not how he got AIDS in the musical but whatever its my fic and you cant stop me! But who said he's gonna get aids from that? Muhahahahahha! And I think I went kinda fast with everything in this chapter. Like first Mark's all sad, then Roger finds April and exposes himself to HIV. Review!
