Author's Note: OMG! I'm SO SO sorry for not updating this sooner::slaps self: I've got no excuses for it except for my own lazyness and my huge like for procrastination. That and I had no idea at all what to do for this chapter and there was no inspiration anywhere. But it's done now. It's short, but it's done. And I hope you're all still interested in it! I'll try to update sooner next time. I promise!

CHAPTER TWO: Tomorrow and the Sun

A second saved

One more to buy your time.

-- Tomorrow and the Sun

Roger groans and rolls over, attempting to block out the voice by his bed. He feels a foot in his side and finally relents. He sits up, blinking.

"What the fuck did you do that for?" Roger rubs his eyes and glares tiredly at Mark.

"Stop bitching. I want to show you something down at Central Park." Mark tosses some clothes at Roger.

Roger turns to look at the time.

"It's not even seven a.m.!"

"That's kind of the point."

"You're fucking crazy if you think I'm actually getting up this early. Besides, it rained all night. It's gonna be freezing."

Mark folds his arms.

"Dress warm."

"Not a chance."

"I'll buy you a coffee."

"Forget it."

"From Starbucks."

"… I hate you."

Mark smirks as he watches Roger crawl out of bed. In response, Roger tosses a pillow at Mark. He pushes his laughing roommate out of his room and gets dressed. In less than ten minutes, the two men were walking down the cold, wet streets to Central Park.

By the time they reach the park, Roger is complaining under his breath about his shoes being wet. Mark, who hears him perfectly well, ignores it. He knows Roger will stop eventually, and finds no need in encouraging the behaviour. He leads Roger through the park, and stops when they come to a bench, on which he sits down.

Roger gives him a sceptical look.

"Do you expect me to sit down on that, too?"

"It's a bench, Roger. It's not going to bite."

"It's wet."

Mark rolls his eyes.

"Just sit down."

Roger complies reluctantly. He scowls as cold starts creeping up his back, and he puts his hands in his pockets. As he shifts around uncomfortably, he looks at Mark.

"So, why the fuck are we here and when can we go?"

"I just figured you could use some fresh air." Mark smirks and laughs at Roger's instant scowl. "Relax. I'm joking."

"You'd better be," Roger mumbles.

"I was just … Thinking the other day. About when we first starting living together. And you would drag me around the city all night to show me all your favourite clubs, and every morning we'd end up here. At this exact spot. And you'd make me sit here and wait for the sun to come up just so I could see the way the grass or whatever looked first thing in the morning. I figure it's time to return the favour." This time, Mark smirks and doesn't laugh.

Roger looks anything but amused.

"If I wasn't so cold I'd kick your ass right now, you know that?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I'm well aware of that. Now could you shut up for once and stop complaining for maybe five minutes?" Mark can't help but look amused.

Scowling once more, Roger complies and sits in a moody silence. The sun had already been up for a while, so he didn't see any point at all – even for revenge – to be there. Regardless, Roger looked at the grass in a lazy way, watching the last drops of rain slide down the blades now and then. It seemed like ages before Mark finally stood up.

"We can go now."

"About time, bastard." Roger stands up, grimacing at the wet feeling he acquired from the bench. "And before you ask, no, I didn't appreciate you returning the favour. Now let's go get me my coffee and go back home."

Mark rolls his eyes and starts walking out of the park, with Roger following behind him. Both of them know that, despite of what they say, it was a good feeling to do something they haven't done for so long. It almost makes things feel the way they used to feel.

Author's Note: Not a very good chapter, I know. But at least it's there! Please send me your reviews. They always make my day much better. :)