This chapter is dedicated to my good friend Caitlyn, because she bugged me to write it so much. Also, no one has guessed the book yet, so I'll say what it is next chapter. I'd also like to bring up the topic of typos. I try very hard to catch all of my spelling and grammatical errors, but I can't catch them all. Please be patient with them. Anyway, you can tell what I mean most of the time. If you can't understand what's meant, please simply say so in the review and leave an email address if you're reviewing anonymously so I can get back to you on that. Thanks!

Roger

My hands in my pocket, I slowly walked down the street towards the loft. How was I going to break the news to everybody? How could I tell Mimi and Mark and everybody else I was walking out on them again?

And on top of that, I felt guilty for yelling at Sue. All she wanted to do was help me pack my stuff, but for some reason, I didn't want to fill in that time gap for them. I didn't want them to know about April and Mimi. About Mark and Collins and Angel. About Maureen and Joanne and Benny. About the drugs. About AIDS. About all of my old bands. I didn't want them to know about any of that.

"This is Roger Davis," I narrated, impersonating Mark to the best of my ability, "The man of two lives. A two-faced, split personality, double-life bastard. Yup, that's him. That's me."

I nodded in agreement with myself. I was a bastard, that was for sure. Only bastards ditched their poor, but loyal friends for rich and famous family. I was just a big a sellout as Benny.

Mark's words drifted back to me from New Years.

"Friendship is thicker than blood," Mark said, a smile on his face.

"That depends," I argued

We had, in the end, agreed on Mark's statement, but I was right. It all depends. If you have cousins that have super powers and live in a penthouse then yeah, friendship isn't thicker than blood. At least not in my case.

I looked up and sighed. I'd arrived at the loft sooner than I'd hoped.

"Oh well," I mumbled to myself, ascending the long flight of stairs, "I might as well get this over with."

I finally reached the top and pulled open the loft door.

"Hello!" I called out, "Mark? Mimi? I'm home!"

I cautiously walked into the room and scanned the place. No one was in sight. I spied a note on the metal table and went to read it.

Roger-

Mimi and I went over to Collins place. He's stocked up on money from teaching gigs and we're going to go shopping. We're going to his house for dinner after with the rest of the crew, so we won't be back until late. Join us if you want.

-Mark

Good, that bought me some time. Now I didn't have to face them. Of course, I still had to tell them somehow.

I grinned when I spied Mark's camera. He must have forgotten it. Thankful I'd sat through Mark's 'How to Work a Camera 101' last summer, I quickly got the thing set up on a tripod and began to shoot.

"Hey Mark, Mimi, it's Roger, obviously. Mark knows what happened today, but I'll explain for Mimi. I found my cousins. We were so close as kids, but I left and haven't talked to them since before moving into the loft. But now I've found them, and I've been invited to move in. I'm taking it. I only came back to get my stuff. And to say goodbye. You know what, no. Screw goodbyes, I suck at 'em. Anyway, I'm going to miss all of you, I really am. Maybe I'll come visit sometime. And this doesn't mean I don't like you guys anymore. Mimi, you're still my number one girl and Mark, you're still my best friend. Collins, you're still my drinking buddy who's more intelligent than a sober me even after consuming a dangerous amount of alcohol. Maureen and Joanne, you guys still rock and please don't fight too much. Benny, well, Benny's still a sellout. I guess I'll see you all later sometime."

With that I got up and turned off the camera. Figuring Mark would get the hint, I put of the canvas and left the camera on the tripod. Just incase I put a little note saying 'watch this' on the camera.

I then made my way into my room and packed my suitcase. I didn't have much, and it was incredibly light. After grabbing my guitar, I looked around the loft one last time and then left.

It felt like Santa Fe all over again. That terrible feeling of guilt slowly sunk into my heart. Those people had taken care of me. They found me on the streets half dead and nursed me back to health. They had gotten me through April and withdrawal. They had been there for me, and I was leaving again.

But this was different, wasn't it?

With Santa Fe, I left because I couldn't handle it anymore. Now I was leaving because I had found a better opportunity. A door had opened for me, and I was grabbing at the chance. This move could be good for me. Anyway, now they didn't have to deal with me dying of AIDS.

The thought made me stop.

"Oh shit," I mumbled.

Normal people don't die so early. What would I tell Sue and Johnny and even Ben and Reed when my time came?

"Yeah, I've kinda had AIDS this entire time, but I didn't tell you."

They'd kill me before I could die myself.

"I'll get to that when the time comes," I reassured myself, continuing forward to the Baxter Building. To my new home.

"I found my song before I left," I said under my breath, "Now to find a new song in a new place. This may be the big break I've been looking for. The inspiration I've been longing to find."

The thought made me happy. Maybe leaving bohemia was for the best.