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Notes: This little tidbit is between Collins and Mark. Right after April died and Maureen dumped Mark. M/C Friendship. Mark talks about his new feelings towards Roger. A little M/R and M/M. MoJo too Read the note on the first chapter to understand why this is completely not connected to the last chapter. Yep.

Mark sat on the couch, strumming his fingers on his leg. Sighing, he climbed off of the couch and went to the kitchen area, hoping to scrounge up some food. He needed something to fill his stomach.

"HEY BITCHES!"

Mark turned. "Collins?" Grinning, Mark met him at the door.

"Hey, man, I thought you'd be out all night."

"Nah. Came home to my hoes, where's Roggie-boy?" Collins asked, ruffling Mark's hair. They pretty much were his boys.

"Rog? Out. He and Maureen went clubbing..."

"I thought Maureen and Joanne-" He stopped short, seeing a look of pain on the smaller boy's features. He was still sore over the break-up.

"Joanne," Mark coughed, "Is still trusting her. I guess she clearly hasn't gotten too deep in the relationship with Mo..."

"Aw, boy, you okay?" Collins asked, patting his back. "You wanna talk 'bout it?"

Mark looked up at him. Collins was the smartest out of the group. He'd preach his knowledge to all of them. If anyone was good to talk to about problems, it was Collins.

Hesitant, Mark nodded a yes, and mumbled, "Sure."

Minutes later, Mark was sitting in Roger's chair with Collins sprawled out on the couch.

"What's on your mind, boy?"

Mark sighed. "Maureen."

"Mm-Hm."

He shifted uncomfortably. Moving his legs up, he sat Indian-Style. He coughed again. "I kinda... miss her."

"Aw." Collins tried not to say much, at least not yet.

"And... Collins? Can I ask you somethin'?" After getting a nod, he sighed. "Roger always jokes about me... saying I turned Mo les-... lesbian. Did I?"

At this, Collins laughed. "What? You don't turn gay, boy, you're born it." He sat up. "You see, Maureen probably hadn't even realize these homosexual desires until now. She's still young, she probably just needs to explore."

Mark looked at him, rather confused. "But she dated me... I have a penis..."

"Yea, but... boy, ever heard of 'bisexuality'?" Collins didn't bother to wait for his answer. "I'm takin' a wild guess to say that could be her orientation. Listen, she could have dated you, but wanted to try somethin' new... a female, you follow?"

Mark simply nodded.

"I think everyone's got a little Bi in them, you know? I mean, say I were to compliment your scarf, that's a bisexual statement right there!" He adjusted his coat and continued. "Everyone's got a curiosity. It's perfectly normal. Little teenage boys sit and get off to gay pornography at night, then hide and think they're homosexual. It's just not true. You wanna know what the same sex is like sometimes, it's not odd."

At this, Mark turned a little pink, but was drawn into the conversation.

"See, Maureen could be Bi. Or Homosexual. Or completely straight, I guess we'll see in time. I, myself, am gay. Proud too. Our little Marky's straight. Youever do that, boy?" Collins asked.

"Do what?" He squeaked, shrinking back.

"What I said 'bout the teenage boys... you ever do that?"

Mark gulped. "I um... no."

Collins let out a hearty laughed. "You did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did NOT!"

"DID TOO!"

"DID NOT!" Mark finally screamed.

Collins' laughter stopped. Mark was really angry? Over his teasing? "Hey, I'm just playin'. You know I love you boy. Something else up?"

Mark turned his head away. "No."

"Maureen?"

"No."

"Roger picking on you again? I told 'em to let up a bit. I've seen how he tackles you..." Collins shoots him a grin.

Mark turns pink again. "No... it's not... Roger..."

Collins picked up on something. "Hey, how is Rog? You takin' care o' him?"

"I try." Mark said softly, staring at his hands as he picked at his socks. The bottoms of them were completely dirty.

"Huh? You guys still close?"

Mark looked over. "Yeah. Closer than ever. I-... I'm just nervous..."

"About?" He asked, leaning closer.

Mark went crimson. "He's my best friend! And I'm Jewish! It isn't supposed to be like this... I shouldn't think about him the way that I do, but... I can't help it! He's just..."

"-The hottest roommate you could get? Yea. Mark? You got your eye on someone else now? A certain ex-rocker?"

Mark hid his face in his hands. "I'm Jewish. We don't think like this."

"You like him."

"No."

"Mark... you know it's okay, right?"

"No, it's not." He persisted, his face still burning with embarrassment.

"What did I tell you earlier?"

"I know, but... Collins!"

"Maureen's doing exactly what I said. Exploring. Just cos' you're a guy doesn't mean you can't explore either... look at me."

"You're gay, Tom. I know that. Roger's my roommate! It's sick! Maybe... maybe Maureen's rubbing off on me... you think?"

He gave another hearty laugh. "Gay doesn't rub off on people, boy. I think this is something just built up deep inside your mind. You wanna try stuff with Rog?"

Mark barely moved. Keeping his face hidden, he mumbled softly, "I don't know..."

"That's okay, you know that, right? You hear me?"

"Yes Collins." Mark said obediently, now lifting his head from his hands and trying to smile. "Thanks."

"Anytime. Boy, you got anymore questions?"

"Um... just one more..." Mark mumbled, blushing again.

"Shoot."

"How do... um... guys really... I mean... you know..." He trailed off, looking at the ground.

"That's a question I'll have to tackle another day. You wear me out, I swear boy. C'mon. Let's go get a drink."

A/N: Love? Hate? Reviews are very welcomed. I love to know how I did.