A/N: Okay, people... I present the... next chapter! yay! okay, in this one, Angel and Collins come see Mark and Mark gets released... read on, readers... and then review

The next day of school was hell for Roger. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to be with Mark. But he knew skipping would piss Mark off, so he decided against it. But luckily, he wasn't hearing any gay jokes about him and Mark which he thought was odd. He was planning on kicking some guys' asses for even thinking of saying shit to him. He couldn't wait for three o'clock to roll around and when it finally did, Roger was running out to his car as Angel and Collins walked extremely slow. They were coming with him to the hospital. He waited impatiently for the two in his car before he started it and quickly drove up to them.

"Come on, guys! Get in the damn car," he yelled anxiously. They laughed and got in the car before Roger got anymore upset.

Roger drove like a bat out of hell to the hospital. Collins looked like he was going to throw up but he held it together. Upon reaching the hospital, Collins and Angel had to run to catch up to Roger as they made their way to Mark's room. Angel was falling behind so Collins grabbed Roger by the shoulder to slow him down.

"Slow down, man. You don't gotta go so fast. He's not going anywhere." Roger slowed but not by much. When they reached Mark's room, Roger ran over to the bed and hugged Mark.

"I couldn't wait to see you," he told Mark breathlessly.

"Yeah, he couldn't," Collins said sarcastically as he moved to the other side of the bed with Angel. "How's it going, man?"

"I'm okay. It doesn't hurt as much anymore."

"That's good, Marky," Angel said with a smile. "When do you get to leave?"

"The doctor said I have to stay two or three more days just to make sure everything's okay."

Collins and Angel stayed for about another hour before Roger reluctantly took them home. When he got back, Mark was surprised. He'd only been gone eight minutes. He's lucky he didn't get a speeding ticket.

"Wow, you're fast," Mark joked as Roger kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I just want to be with you. I can't wait until you come home," Roger replied squeezing Mark's hand. Mark look down at his bed. He forgot to tell Roger about that.

"Um, Rog. We need to talk," Mark started. "I'm going to be living with my parents after I'm released." Roger's eyes shot open and he dropped Mark's hand.

"What? Why," Roger questioned quickly.

"I'm only seventeen. They still have control over me," Mark answered.

"Mark, I can't believe you! Your parents kicked you out for being who you are and you're willingly going back." Roger stood from his chair and paced the small hospital room. "You can't do this. I'm not letting you."

"I don't have a choice, Roger," Mark said, his voice also rising.

"What's gonna happen to us," Roger lowered his voice. "I really don't think your parents will want me around there anymore."

"I can still go to your house and we'll be with each other in school. Please, Roger. Don't make this hard." Roger nodded slowly and sat back down.

Two days later...

Today, Mark would be released from the hospital and would move in with is parents. Roger was there with him helping him get ready when his parents walked into the room. Roger glanced up then set his gaze on the floor.

"Hey, Mom," Mark greeted.

"Hi, honey. Are you ready to go home now," she asked nicely, trying ignore Roger's presence.

"Yeah, let's go," he answered looking back at Roger.

"You need a wheelchair, baby," Roger asked Mark as he slowly moved using crutches.

"No, I'm fine." Mark, his parents and Roger walked down to the car. When they reached it, Mark stopped Roger to say goodbye.

"When will I be able to see you," Roger inquired as he wrapped his arms around Mark's waist. "Your parents can't stand seeing you with me."

"I know. Maybe if I'm feeling okay, I'll come to your house tomorrow."

"Alright, but only if your feel good enough. I'm gonna call you later, okay?"

"Okay." Roger kissed Mark lightly then let go of him only to be met with a glare from Mr. Cohen. Roger just smirked at him then turned to leave.

Later that night...

Roger plucked idly at his guitar while laying on his bed. He wanted to call Mark but his mom was on the phone with her brother. And when Mrs. Davis got on the phone, she never got off. He wanted to know if Mark was okay or if he was in extreme pain. His door swung open and his mother stood in the doorway.

"It's Mark," she said, handing the phone to Roger.

"Thanks, Mom." He took the phone and Mrs. Davis left. "Hey baby." He could hear Mark sigh on the other end.

"Roger, it's so good to tealk to you," Mark said weakly. Roger sat up in his bed.

"What's going on, Mark," Roger asked worriedly.

"My Dad. He won't stop yelling. Rog, will you come get me? I can't stay here anymore."

"Sure, I'll be there in a few minutes."

Roger pulled up to the Cohen residence and saw Mark sittin gon the porch. He got out and walked over to Mark.

"You okay, Mark," Roger asked, sitting next to him on the steps.

"No, I'm not. I thought I could come back here and everything would be fine. But, it's not fine. It's worse. Why did I come here?" Roger pulled Mark close to him and allowed him to cry into his shoulder.

"Come on, let's go." Roger helped Mark up and to the car.

"Where do you think you're going," came an angry voice from behind them. Roger looked back to see an enraged Mr. Cohen coming towards them.

"Stay here," Roger whispered to Mark. He turned around to face the older man.

"Where are you taking my son," he asked again through his teeth.

"I'm taking him somewhere where he'll be appreciated and wanted," Roger answered truthfully.

"He's my son. You can't take him anywhere."

"He's not your son," Roger exploded. "If he was your son, he wouldn't be crying his eyes out right now. He wouldn't have to leave his home to live with his boyfriend when he's seventeen because his parents are close-minding, homophobic assholes!" Roger stopped, lowered his voice and added, "If he was, you would accept him for who he is and love him anyway 'cause he's your son." Roger just glared as Mr. Cohen stomped back into the house. Roger smiled to himself as he retreated back to his car.

A/N: Next Chapter: At Roger's house... yay! Review please?... you know you wanna!