The first day of high school.
He was nothing but a puny camera boy in a school full of jocks and preps.
He was alone, sitting on a bench, his camera set beside him, tucked safely against him.
He spotted Roger across the way, leaning against an oak tree, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
He almost looked handsome.
For Mark to admit that would be blasphamy.
He picked up his camera, brought it to his eye, and began filming Roger Davis, not knowing who he was, knowing only his reputation as a formidable Sex God.
He blushed as Roger looked his way, throwing the cigarette to the grass and stomping it out.
"Oh, no." he said, setting his camera safely onto the bench as Roger made his way over to him.
He looked at the textbook in his hands, hoping he played his innocence well.
"Hey." Roger said, looming over Mark, who looked up and found himself entranced by Green Eyes.
"You were filming me." Roger stated, eyeing the camera.
Mark pulled is close to himself protectively.
Roger chuckled.
"I'm not going to take it, if that's what you think." he spoke, sliding in next to Mark on the bench.
"I'm Roger." he said, holding out his hand.
Mark stared at it blankly before taking it into his own.
"Mark. Mark Cohen." he said, pulling back from Roger's tight grasp.
"You a filmmaker?" Roger asked, reaching out to the camera.
Reluctantly,
Mark let him take it into his hands.
"Be careful." he said, blushing as Roger caught his eyes.
Roger held the camera eye level, cranking the arm, listening to the camera whir.
"Mark Cohen, what is it you wish to pursue with this camera? Something degrading to young women, perhaps?" he teased, zooming in on Mark's blue eyes.
Mark blanched.
Roger chuckled, bringing the camera down from his eyes.
"You're in my music appreciation class, aren't you?" he queried, watching as Mark briskly took the camera into his arms and rested it on his lap.
Mark nodded.
"You don't seem the type. Music an' all." Roger commented.
Mark smiled.
"I like all the arts. Filming is just top priority." he retorted.
Roger chuckled.
"Oh, no. You have that wrong. Music is top priority." he teased with a wink.
"Oh, that's right. I heard you talk about your guitar in class one day. It really means a lot to you, doesn't it?" Mark asked.
Roger blushed.
"She's my baby." he replied, continuing to brush.
Mark overlooked the blush, looking to his camera.
"I think I know what you mean."