Roger pov:
I grumbled impatiently as my boyfriend bounded out the door, without so much as a goodbye. He's late, and this job means a lot to him, I reminded myself. At least when he gets home, we can go out for our date.
I decided to get out of bed, and make breakfast. Putting some water to boil on the hot plate, and getting coffee ready, I took my place at the metal table, popping two AZT pills into my mouth.
By the time I ate, and showered, it was around nine. Mark should be out of his interview soon. My thoughts were confirmed when I heard the phone ringing. Our famous line of: "SPEEEAK" filled the quiet loft.
"Rog? It's Mark, babe, please pick up!" he sounded panicked, so I got up quickly, running over, and stealing it off the cradle.
"Mark? whats wrong?" I asked, worry obvious in my tone. I heard him giggle on the other side of the phone, and I sighed with relief. Fucking jerk.
"What's wrong? Roger, I got the job!" he yelled, and even if he was across town, I could feel the happiness radiating off him. A grin spread across my face.
"Sweetie, that's great! congratulations!" I replied, and he laughed once more.
"I know! Things are going so well… I start on Monday, i'm so excited!"
"I'm so happy for you! see? I told you so." I could tell he was rolling his eyes.
"I'm gonna be on my way home now, get yourself together, we're going out to celebrate.."
I groaned. "Cant we stay in? with some stoli? please? I want you all to myself.." I said, inching in a little growl. He squeaked a little.
"O-okay… if you want. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes.. I love you.." he responded.
"I love you more… see you soon…" I said, and we both hung up. I yawned, moving over to the window sill, and sitting down, watching with a smile as it began to snow. I couldn't wait for him to get home.