A/N: Yeah, I don't really know what I could say for an apology pertaining to the length of time between updates, so I'll just write. Sorry. This story isn't dead, but just put to rest for a teensy bit of time. Who knows how long it will be before my next update. I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Jonathan Larson's.

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Mark's POV

Mimi leaves the room in a funk, storming out like a child who has just been grounded. Roger and I stand, silent and awkward, comprehending what Mimi just said.

"Because you two are fucking in love!"

Love? Sure…I'd always considered loving Roger platonically, but I've never truly admitted to myself that I might be in love with him. We've been friends for so long, we've shared everything, we've seen everything in each other. Just because Mimi saw it doesn't mean it's true. I just wish she hadn't said it out loud in a rage, leaving us to sort out her words now.

"Um…" Roger mumbles, attempting to start conversation from this tense silence.

"Yeah." I scoff with a slight laugh, hoping that this could all just disappear and go back to how things were.

"I don't really know…what to say." Roger sits down on the bed, facing me, yet avoiding eye contact in fear that it will make things even more uncomfortable.

"Me neither. Obviously she was just…upset. I mean she couldn't have meant that." I cross my arms over my chest, leaning my back against the wall and sighing heavily. Suddenly every move of Roger's body catches my attention. I've noticed his nervous quirks before, but never after I've been accused of loving him. He runs his fingers through his hair as if to comb out his troubles. He bites his nails more than I thought he did, which explains their ridiculous shortcomings.

Damn it. I need to stop thinking this way.

Roger is my friend. Nothing more.

But then again…he did give me his necklace. His favorite necklace. And a picture of us when we first met. That's something that shows at least some sentiment.

"Yeah. Yeah, she was upset. We're not in…I mean she's just misinterpreting things. We're close, maybe she's not used to it. It freaked her out." He looks up at last, his olive green eyes focusing on the wall instead of mine, even though they are directed at the floor.

"Exactly. I mean, for best friends we're pretty close. But that doesn't mean we're…I guess I can see how she'd think that." I dodge the word love, just in case it will add more drama to this whole conversation.

"Yeah, I guess. But that doesn't mean it's true." I can see Roger blush, as hard as he tries to conceal it. Maybe he's thinking of all the clues, just like I am. The necklace, the constant time spent together, our lack of girlfriends in the past, the fact that we live together, and even sometimes when we are able to hold our conversations about nothing for longer than anyone expects. It might be true. Mimi might have just revealed something that we both never saw, but was there all along.

Nah, it can't be.

"No. Of course it's not true. I mean…if it were true I'm sure something would have happened. We have been living together for a long time. Surely a junkie from downstairs wouldn't be our first clue of it." Roger laughs uncomfortably, trying to hide the strain in his voice.

Now it all sounds like we are making up excuses. Excuses for why we can't possibly be in love, when we both know that it's possible we are.

"Yeah. It's not like we have a reason to be ashamed or anything. I mean…with all the things Collins has done, why wouldn't we do something about it before? It can't be true." My last statement is with hesitation, as inside, I'm having serious doubts about my feelings for Roger.

The feelings that were solid and not askew only moments ago.

Anger for Mimi fills my body. Why did she just drop this bombshell on us? She probably knew it would ruin our relationship, and then she'd have Roger back to herself. She's always been jealous of our friendship.

I'm probably overreacting. Mimi wouldn't be out to get us unless she saw due reason. Mimi wouldn't lie about something like this just to piss us off. Damn. This just makes me even more confused.

"Nope. Definitely not." He smiles lopsided, one of those smiles he has that doesn't really mean he wants to smile. It's fake. For pity. Forced.

"Well I'm gonna go eat something, I'm starved. If you wanna talk, I'll be in the kitchen." I offer a smile, a little more believable than Roger's, but fake nonetheless. I slowly stumble out into the kitchen, heading for the counters when I feel something pull me back, harshly jabbing my hip into the linoleum.

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Mimi's POV

I slide the door shut, my cold hands slipping against the metal as I make sure it closes tightly. Finally. Finally, I told them. They needed to know. They needed to know that they were hurting someone with all of this bullshit.

They deserve to be left in an uncomfortable funk. God knows they've left me in millions over the past year or so. I couldn't keep going on this way. I couldn't keep feeling like the odd man out. Like I was invisible, and Roger didn't love me. At least now I know that if he really doesn't love me, there is a reason.

He loves Mark.

Goddamn them. How could they do this to me? Roger just strung me along, making me believe he loved me. Mark didn't protest to this crappy behavior.

They are so oblivious.

I stomp down each stair, anger growing as I continue along. And then I stop.

Maybe I overreacted. They didn't really know what they were doing. And I could have told Roger how I was feeling. But instead I bottled it up, keeping it inside until it all exploded into one sentence.

Because you two are fucking in love!

I could have just told them calmly, this could have ended so much easier, with calm words and rational decisions. I could have handled that better. Much better. God, I'm so immature. Just because Roger was ignoring me, I felt the only thing I could do was to scream at them. They're just naïve. They haven't been aware of it. And love can do that sometimes. There are moments when you have to be naïve, otherwise there might be too much hurt.

Or maybe they just didn't want to see it. Roger didn't want to think that the person he had been searching for, or not searching for, was right in front of him all along. That he wasted all that time with April or with me, when it was Mark.

Now I have to go back. I have to tell them that I'm sorry, at least. I'm just afraid that they will be angry, and then I'll end up doing more damage. Then I'll just have more to regret. Goddamn it, I'm being so selfish. I just have to go back there. If not for me, then for Roger. To tell Roger that I'm sorry, and allow him to see something that will change his life. That is, if he hasn't seen it already.

I begin to walk back up the stairs, holding onto the railing for dear life, until I reach the familiar metal door once again. My hands grip the handle, pulling with all of my strength.

I stand, frozen, in the doorway, contemplating whether or not I should close the door once again. Oh…my God.

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Roger's POV

"Well I'm gonna go eat something, I'm starved. If you wanna talk, I'll be in the kitchen." Mark leaves my room slowly, making sure that I won't stop him. I don't. But I'm definitely considering it.

Fuck Mimi. This is just her way of trying to ruin the relationship I have going with someone other than her. I know she's been jealous of Mark and me for a long time. I could always tell, whenever we would talk, she would watch us closely, suspiciously. She never fucking trusted me. And now she's gone and made Mark awkward around me.

How could she think we are in love? Sure, we are around each other a lot, and Mark has helped me through some tough times, but is that love?

Sometimes, I do feel like there is a connection between Mark and I though. I feel like he is the only one I can talk to. The only one I can share things with without him disowning me. Especially while I was going through my entire addiction phase. He stayed when no one else would. He could listen to me even when I was being spectacularly selfish and horrible. I never repaid him or even thanked him for being so amazing during that time period, but I think we both know I am eternally grateful.

He's my best friend. He's sensitive and caring about other people, more than he should be. And he's the only one I can always patch things up with. He listens to me…he comforts me…

I stand up as fast as I can, thinking for some reason that Mark is leaving the loft and I have to catch up with him. Once I get through the door I spot him making his way to the kitchen. Obviously I didn't spend all that much time thinking. Here's my chance. I don't know if I should just talk to him, or take immediate action.

I choose the latter.

"Mark…" I whisper, grasping his shoulder pushing him into the counter and connecting our lips. There's some sort of desperation present as I grip his bottom lip between mine, and I feel his hands cling to both of my cheeks, pulling me closer. I can tell I'm not the only one who wanted this. Our bodies mesh, hips grinding, chests heaving and breath slightly non-existent. I pull harshly on the sides of his body, needing as much of him as I can possibly get. His fingers move up to run through my hair as my mouth opens to allow his tongue to run against mine.

We move almost chaotically, trying to grasp at any body part available. I push him harder against the counter until he decides to jump up, leaning his head forward to avoid breaking the kiss. I move between his legs and he wraps them around my body tightly, pressing me into the counter as tight as possible.

"Roger…?" A voice comes from the doorway, and Mark lets go of my mouth quickly when he spots Mimi out of the corner of his eye. Mark and I immediately freeze in each other's arms, aware of the dangerous situation we have just gotten ourselves into.

But it was a damn good kiss.

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A/N: There it is! Hope ya like it!