A/N: Major Mark/Roger conflict here! Review!
"Fuck," Mark heard Roger yell as he slammed his locker shut. Mark continued to approach the enraged musician.
"What's wrong, honey," Mark asked, rubbing Roger's back. He didn't answer. "I take it History didn't go so well." Roger waved a paper in front of his face.
"I failed another test. I fucking studied all night for this damn thing." Mark smiled.
"I think we did more than study," Mark reminded him. Roger leaned his head against the lockers and closed his eyes. "Roger, I… gotta get to class." Mark quickly walked away before Roger could respond. Roger was confused about Mark's behavior but shrugged if off and headed in the opposite direction.
After the last class of the day, Roger retreated back to his locker. As he pulled the locker open, a small paper fluttered to the ground. Roger bent down to pick it up. It read:
Roger-
I think me living with you is interfering with school and your life. I think we should take a break from each other. Don't try to find or talk to me. I just need some time.
Love,
Mark
Roger read the note over and over again. Did Mark just break up with him? Was this for real? Well, it was Mark's handwriting.
The next day…
After hours of moping, Roger decided to go out and find Mark. He went to their usual hang-outs; Collins's house, Angel's, Maureen's, but Mark was nowhere to be found. He looked in a few more places before plopping down on a park bench. Roger just sat there with his head in his hands until he heard someone quietly voice his name. he jerked his head up to see Mark briskly walking away.
"Mark," Roger called running after him. Roger grabbed Mark's shoulder and spun him around.
"Roger, don't," Mark warned pushing Roger away.
"Mark, what has gotten into you? I just wanna know what I did to make you hate me all of a sudden."
"I don't know Roger," his voice lowered. "I just feel like I'm taking up all your time and I can't live with myself after ruining your life."
"You're ruining my life by doing this! I don't need anything besides you," Roger pleaded, wrapping his arms around Mark's waist. Mark almost got lost in Roger's words, but came back to his evil senses.
"No, Roger," he yelled as he forcefully pushed Roger's hands off of him and hastily jaunted away. Roger just watched him. There was no need to call his name. He would just continue walking away, leaving Roger even more hurt for ignoring him. Roger hung his head as he trudged away, not even noticing the cold rain that was pouring on him.
Fifteen minutes later…
Collins trudged to the front door after interrupted by the obnoxious ring of the door bell. What he saw on the opposite side shocked him. Roger looked different. He was soaked and had an extremely depressed look on his face.
"Roger, what's going on," Collins asked worriedly.
"Mark… broke… up with me," he stammered. Collins's jaw dropped. He knew how much they loved each other. How could this happen? Collins guided Roger to the living room to sit down.
"I'm sorry, man. You want me to get you change of clothes?" Roger didn't respond but Collins did anyway. Just as Collins came back down the stairs, there was another knock on the door. He set the clothes down and opened the door. "Mark, get in here." He pulled Mark into the living room. When Mark saw Roger, he started to towards the door. "No, Mark. Sit now. You guys are gonna work this out." Roger stood and Mark couldn't look at him. Roger moved as close as he could to his ex and tried to meet his eyes. He put his index finger under his chin forcing him to look up at him. Mark just shook it away.
"Mark," Roger pleaded desperately. "Mark, please."
"I can't do this today, Rog," Mark spoke softly.
"You guys can crash here since it's so late. One of you can get the couch, the other can have the guest bedroom," Collins said more demandingly than suggestively. Neither of them disputed Collins.
"You can take the guest room," Roger offered. Without another word, Mark left the room and hurried upstairs. Collins was at a loss for words. He didn't know how to console Roger at all. He was never good at that kind of thing. Roger fell down onto the couch with a sigh as Collins shifted his weight nervously.
"Look, Roger, he'll come around. Trust me, he will," Collins tried. "Uh, I'm gonna go to sleep now. 'Night Roger." Roger didn't respond as Collins climbed the stairs. He stopped half way up and looked down Roger who was now lying on the couch with his eyes on the ceiling. Collins always hated seeing friends like this. He never really knew what to say or do. He just felt bad for them and hoped it got better. He sighed quietly and continued up the stairs.
A/N:I know it was kinda sudden but whatever! I'm pretty sure the next chapter will be up very soon since I'm writing this one more than any of my other fics. I'd really appreciate reviews!
