Mark heard just as he felt himself thrown from his bed.
"What the hell?" Mark yelped both groggily and severly startled as he hit the ground.
Mark slowly pulls himself off the floor, and to the best of his ability storms angrily after Roger.
"What the hell was that for?"
Mr. Cohen emerges from the room and quickly looks for a way to create some peace,
"Morning Mark, Roger. How'd you guys sleep?"
"Like shit," Roger glares tensely at his roommate, "He snores like a freight train."
"I do not snore."
"Yeah, okay. I just hear things."
Roger replies sarcatically before slamming himself into the bathroom. Mark looks disbelievingly at the door.
"Even if I do snore, it's not like an can help it?"
"It's just going to take some time for you to get to know each other, Mark, be patient. But Sarah is making some breakfast downstairs, why don't you go eat? We've got alot to get done today."
Mark watched as his dad turned back to getting dressed. Was his dad blind or just stupid? This was never going to work. Mark didn't want some time to get to know Roger...he didn't give a rat's ass about Roger.
To hell with being patient. The first chance he got, Mark was getting out of hell and back home.
Determined Mark went down stairs to the kitchen. If he had to tolerate this hell til his moment of freedom, he'd might as well eat some food.
Cindy was already in the kitchen, stabbing her eggs with her fork and not taking a bite.
"Good Morning Mark." Sarah greeted brightly as she set down a plate on the table.
He just stared at her but sat and ate anyhow.
Sarah ignored the tension and cheerfully went on, "We're going to do some shopping to day, to get your school stuff for Monday. I'm sure there are something that you guys had to leave behind..."
"Yeah, our mom." Cindy scowled.
Sarah gave up atempting to talk and Mark quickly shoved the food down his throat so that he could get dressed.
Mark opened the door to his cell to find Roger messing with a guitar.
"And you complain about me making noise."
"It's not noise, it's music."
"Music? Right."
Roger glared as the blonde twerp gathered some clothes out of the bag...he'd make Mark's life a living hell if it meant he'd leave...
Wait, that's probably what Mark wants to do, so he'd only help...and that's the last thing Roger wanted to do...
Thanks goes to: To No Absolutes countrybutterfly Harper's Pixie I heart scrawny Jewish Boys the-fraulein Koishii-Kitsune-Akira and Always Rosalind
sorry it took so long to get this chapter up...
out.
