A/N: Hi peoples I am going on a writing/updating spree. Here is chapter three. Enjoy!
Roger was still sitting by Marks bedside when he started shivering. He was mumbling something that Roger couldn't hear. Roger leaned in closer to see if he could understand it, or hear it.
"It feels so good…stop, give it back…mom I will stop, just one more cut right along the arm" Roger finally understood that it was a memory of his. A bad one at that. Roger decided to wake Mark up.
"Mark. Marky, wake up. Its time to rise from the world of the dead and come back to the living" Roger saw Marks eyes start to flutter till they opened. Mark sat up and looked around. He felt something holding his hand and he looked down to see somebody holding his hand. Mark looked up to find Roger looking at him with concern filled eyes.
"Hey, Marky. How ya feeling?" Roger asked his roommate squeezing his hand. Mark looked dumbfounded.
"Rog, why are you holding my hand, in fact why are you in here instead of out with others" Roger was amazed, he would have figured that Mark would be happy to see him. Holding his hand.
"Your, your not happy to see me" Roger asked looking hurt. I mean he had been Marks best friend since preschool. So now after all that time Mark was asking why Roger was by his side instead of out in the living room of the loft with their friends.
"I am happy to see you. Extremely happy, but I don't get why you're here instead of out there" he motioned toward the door. Roger followed Marks finger and shrugged. Mark looked at him with a look of betrayal.
"They made you stay didn't they" Mark asked looking down. Roger looked at him confused.
"Who" Roger asked looking at him with a strange expression. Then it struck him. He was talking about their friends. Then another thought occurred to him, they kinda did. But under no circumstances will he tell Mark that.
"No they didn't Mark. I stayed because I wanted to look after you, not because someone told me I had to" Roger said as he grabbed Marks hands in his. Mark tried to pull away but Rogers grip was to strong for him right now after just waking up.
"Let me go. Go back to your girlfriend" Mark yelled as he struggled to get his hands free. After hearing the commotion the others came through the door and this is the scene they saw: Roger pinning Marks hands down to the bed, Mark in between the headboard and Roger, and both of them only about 3 inches, maybe less, away from each other.
"Um…I think we should leave you two alone" "No don't leave, help me" Mark said looking at them all pleadingly. His big blue eyes shining with, is that love and jealousy I see.
"Sorry Marky we are not letting either of you out until you solve all your issues" Maureen said as they all rushed out the door and locked it.
"Well this is just great" Mark said sarcastically, finally freeing his hands from Rogers grasp.
"So do you want to play go fish?"
A/N: I know I haven't updated in forever so I am going to update on my birthday. Yes today, 13 years ago, at 3:00 p.m. I was born. And instead of getting presents right now I will give one. R&R, I hope you enjoyed!