Okay. I had written something for chapter 3 about half a month ago, but it was poop. I talked with my buddy Swinn, and she helped me decide what I should/shouldn't put in it. So, I rewrote it. Thank you, Swinny! XP

Ohhh, and I don't know how long it will be until chapter 4 is up. It took me this long just to think of how to write chapter 3 witout it being crap, and I don't have any clue on what I want to happen in chapter 4 (coughcoughhelpmewithitcoughcough). Okay, anywho, read and reviews are lovely!

Once again, Jonathan Larson owns all. word.

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'What have I done? How could I have been so irresponsible?' "God I'm so stupid!" he yelled out loud, and slammed his head back against the wall. He ignored the pain, half-hoping it would make the now forming migraine go away. "I'm...so...fucking...stupid..." with each pound of his head came a new word. "Stupid...stupid...stupid...stupid..." he repeated, a dull pounding pain starting to form in his head.

There was the loud sound of a door opening from inside the loft. Mark had left the door open, and was too busy pounding his head and yelling to notice.

"What the hell is going on?" Roger's groggy voice called out as he poked his head out of his room. He looked around and noticed the loud banging was coming from outside the loft. The door was open and he could hear Mark's echoed voice; "Stupid...stupid...stupid..."

Still half asleep, Roger walked over to the door to see what the commotion was. On the way to the door, he looked at the clock. 'It's not even eight yet!' He was going to give Mark hell for waking him up so early. The sun was bright. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he reached the door.

"Mark, what the hell are you yelling ab-" he said, opening his eyes.

His eyes fell on the baby sleeping in its carrier. 'What the...?' he thought. "Mark." he said, and swallowed. His friend hadn't noticed Roger come out, and was still smashing his head against the wall and yelling. Tearing his eyes away from the baby, he looked at Mark.

"Mark!" he yelled, getting frustrated. Mark heard him this time and jumped a little at Roger's forceful tone. He just looked at Roger, his eyes wide and scared. There was a moment of silence. Mark could feel the spot where he had been hitting his head repeatedly. 'There's definitely going to be a bump there tomorrow.' he thought, and swallowed.

"What the hell is this, Mark?" Roger broke the silence. He motioned to nothing. Mark continued to stare at him.

"What?" he asked dumbly. Roger rolled his eyes and stepped out of the doorway so he was standing next to the baby carrier.

"This!" he yelled back, pointing at the sleeping form. Mark's eyes dropped down from Roger's angry glare and fell on it. He could feel tears stinging his eyes. He swallowed and took a deep breath.

"A baby." he whispered. He didn't want to admit it was true.

"What?" Roger yelled back.

Mark closed his eyes, turning away from Roger and the baby. "A..." tears were falling freely now. His throat was constricting – he knew it'd be hard to speak without his voice cracking. "A baby." he said finally.

Another silence. Mark kept his eyes shut, tears falling onto his chest. He heard Roger shift his weight and cross his arms and knew he was going to say something.

"And just whose baby is it?"

There was another long pause. Mark shut his eyes harder. He couldn't believe this was happening. He took a deep breath.

"Mine." he said quietly, his voice cracking. He felt so ashamed.

This time it was Roger's turn to sound dumb. "What?" he said, uncrossing his arms and stumbled away from the baby as if it was poisonous. His tone was light and confused, not the harsh and angry tone he had used before.

"He...or she...is mine." he said, wiping his face. He looked up at Roger and saw the confused look on his face. Taking this as a sign to continue, Mark sighed and went on.

"Remember that one night stand I told you about?" Roger's eyes widened and he nodded for Mark to continue.

"Yeah, well...she knocked in the door, crying about how she 'couldn't handle it anymore,' and practically threw the baby at me and took off!" he had calmed down a bit by now.

"Oh, Mark," Roger said, his voice full of sympathy, crouching down to look at the baby. "You didn't even think about using a condom?" Roger said in a motherly manner. Mark rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. "Obviously not." he said bitterly, motioning to the baby.

There was silence as Mark sat there and Roger looked at the baby.

"So...what are you going to do?" Roger said just above a whisper. Mark shook his head slowly, rubbing his eyes. "I don't know."

"What do you think Mo will do?" he asked. Mark groaned.

Maureen.

"Fuck." he said. Maureen was his girlfriend. They had been dating for almost two and a half years, and Mark hadn't told her about the one night stand in fear of being dumped. Now he had to tell her, and there was living proof, literally.

"I have no idea." he said, rubbing his eyes harder. Roger nodded in agreement. There was another silence.

"Well, let's take it inside. It wouldn't be good if she came up and saw us...heh..." Roger said, trying to lighten the mood. Mark glared at him. "Heh..." he said, picking up the baby carrier. "Come on, buddy," he said, smiling lightly. He held out his hand to Mark. "It'll be okay." Mark sighed and took hold of his friend's hand. When Roger helped him up, he clapped his arm around Mark's shoulders and walked into the loft together.

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Okay, so there's chapter 3! I know it's kind of short...it was long in my notebook thingie. / I might add more, or just make it chapter four. Who know's. :P
Reviews would be lovely. :)