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I credit that the late great Jonathon Larson

Challenge:: Winter Arrived
I will follow you wherever you go.

Okay, the bold words should probably be the title of the fic. It'll be one chapter, however many words you like, and the italic words underneath the bold words must be used somewhere in the story.
Last strict thing of the rules: It has to be after the ending of RENT. That means it is either January or February after December 24. And the main character has to be Roger. Whatever the hell else could be in there: it can be a comedy. It can be romantic. It could be the day he gets despressed and runs out in front of a car. Whatever. (but as a note, if you make him run out in front of a car; I sha'll kill you when I next see you.)
(And, okay, I know he has a Mark-ish scarf, but just go with it or ignore it. Maybe he stole it from Mark.?.)
Anyways, I'm not sure, but I may participate in this challenge myself; either the way the picture enspires me, or find a picture of another character that Roger interacts with in your story. Go wild, and this is just screwing around. I thought it'd give you an idea for a fic.

Winter Arrives

Roger sat alone in the loft. His guitar sat in his lap. Mark had gone out. He was trying to make another documentary. Roger stood up and placed the guitar on the old beat up couch.

"Shit!" he swore looking up to see that Mark had forgotten his scarf. There it hung, alone and forgotten.

Just like me…

Roger hated when Mark would go out, questing to find his muse. Roger always felt so lonely, so… afraid.

"Well…" he said to himself. "I had better go find Mark and bring him his scarf. Roger glanced out the frost covered window. It was snowing again.

He put on his leather jacket, grabbed Mark's scarf, and headed out the door.

Once he had climbed the many stairs leading down to the front door, he paused suddenly. A thought had reached him!

What if Mark is freezing!?! His coat isn't very warm, oh shit!

Roger shook himself for feeling so childish. He was a grown man for God's sake.

This wasn't like when he first met Mark. No he had grown up a lot since then…

Roger's flash back

Seven year old Roger Davis had just moved into the little town of Scarsdale. It was winter time, his least favourite time of year. "The only good pawt about wintew is Chwistmas!" He had told his mother as they made their way over to their new neighbors' house. Mrs. Davis had been invited over for a cup of coffee, and since the neighbors had a son just about Roger's age, she brought him along.

They knocked on the door and it soon opened.

There stood a small blond child about five of six. He wore glasses that were much to big for his face. When he saw Roger, his eyes grew wide and he ran away.

Roger couldn't help but laugh. This was the "new friend" that his mom had been telling him about!

He couldn't see himself ever being friends with a scaredy-cat four-eyes!