ZOMG I'M ALIVE. And I come with a chapter! Thank god! It's been crazy with all the challenges I've been signing up for on my communities, and eventually I will probably post them up here sometime!
Hope you guys enjoy! I know I totally enjoyed writing this. Hee.
Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson owns these babies, I only put them in crazy, plotless situations.
Mark awoke to something smothering him, and started to thrash in panic. Oh jesus! "I'M DYING!" he screamed in a stunned, still-half-asleep shout, and opened his eyes. Black and white stripes were all he could see, and for a second he thought, 'OH CHRIST I LOST MY VISION!'
Then common sense came in, and Mark recognized the pattern of his scarf. He shoved it out of his eyes, and found he was still suffocating. "Good morning, sweetheart," he heard a voice say, and then the scarf in his face again.
The smaller boy gasped for air. "Roger. S-sitting on my stomach. Can't b-breathe," Mark stammered, and struggled to get out of Roger's grasp.
Roger just smiled. "Okay, Marky, but only because it's your birthday." As the musician got off the blond, Mark grinned.
"Yeah, that's right. It's my birthday!" A small, happy grin stayed on his face until Roger hit him in the face with his scarf. Mark sputtered, "What the hell—"
"You're twenty-two, Marky?" Roger said, a mischievous grin forming on his face. Mark slowly nodded. "Well, that's twenty-two hits with the scarf then!" Roger wrapped the scarf around one hand, and Mark scrambled to get away.
"NO! No birthday hits!"
"You can't break tradition, birthday boy!" Roger said, quickly getting up to stop his roommate from getting away.
"Last time, you decided to dunk my head in the bathtub twenty-one times, and then one more for good luc—OW!" Mark yelped as Roger snapped the scarf, hitting him in the small of his back.
"If you would just hold still," Roger laughed as he chased Mark around the couch and chairs and sleeping people, "it would be over quickly!"
"I DON'T WANT TO GET HIT AT ALL!" Mark yelled, running to the kitchen.
Roger followed, that evil smile on his face. "Well, you receiving your birthday hits are in the cards, Mark. It's fate! You can't escape fate!" he added, whipping Mark again with the scarf, acting like it was a towel in the boys' locker room.
"COLLINS!" Mark yelled, and yelped again as Roger tackled him.
"Gotcha, bitch!" Collins grumbled slightly as he awoke, rubbing his eyes. He looked up, and saw Roger on top of Mark, hitting him with the scarf, and Mark trying to resist but without much success. For a few second, Collins gave them a stare until rubbing his eyes again.
"Not the first thing I need to see in the morning." He closed his eyes and rolled over, his head throbbing a bit from the night before. Mark kept yelling and Roger just kept hitting him.
"...Wha going on?" April mumbled, looking over to Benny sleepily, only because he was right in front of her vision.
"Mark screaming. Roger...doing something. Don't really wanna know," Collins responded, rubbing his head a bit.
April looked over to the boys, and raised her voice, "Roger! You doing something bad over there?"
"No, baby! I'm not doing anything!"
"Why are you on Mark?"
"...We're having SEX, April."
"NO WE AREN'T, APRIL!" Mark made sure to yell, only to get whapped in the face again.
April nudged Maureen. "Maureeeeeen. Maureeeeeeeen, get up."
"What is it?" the diva muttered wearily from her sleeping spot. "This better be worth waking up for."
"Mark and Roger are having sex," April said, smiling as Maureen's eyes opened wide.
"WHAT?" she shrieked, and looked over the couch. "ARE YOU HAVING SEX WITHOUT ME, MARK?" Maureen yelled, the sound echoing off the walls of the loft.
Roger grinned evilly. "Oh, we're so doing it, Maureen," he said, wrapping the scarf around Mark's mouth. "He said that sex with me is better than whatever he's done with YOU."
Maureen let out another ear-piercing shriek that awoke both Alison and Benny. "MARKY!" she said, and went to pounce on the boy, but Roger took him away.
"Oh NO. Not before I give him the twenty-two hits with the scarf for his birthday." Maureen pouted, then smiled.
"Can I help?" Mark's eyes widened and he looked to Roger, shaking his head. If there was one thing worse than Roger repeatedly smacking him with the scarf, it was Maureen and Roger ganging up on him. And he didn't like the tone of Maureen's voice.
"Sure!" Roger said, and then made a little pout.
"What's wrong?" Maureen asked, and Mark looked up, both curious and scared.
"...I can't remember how many times I've hit him already."
Mark eyes widened. "Like, fifteen times at least, now get off!" he said, squirming under Roger, trying to escape.
"Mark, I think you are lying." He let out a sigh. "Guess we'll have to start all over!"
"NO! NO START OVERS!" And so with Roger sitting on top of him and Maureen keeping his arms pinned to the ground, they hit him twenty-two times with the scarf. By this time, Benny and Collins were somewhat awake as Roger called out, "And one more for good luck!" and whapped the poor boy right across the head.
"You know," Benny said, "this looks like a really wrong threesome."
"You never know," Collins said, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, Maureen could really have the hots for Roger and Mark's just in it for the ride."
"Or Roger really likes Mark and kind of forced his way into the relationship."
"Or Mark can't decide."
"Or they just really like having sex—"
"OKAY, that's enough!" Mark yelled from his spot on the floor. Collins and Benny laughed as Alison groaned and rolled over.
"What, Pookie?" Maureen pouted. "You don't like the idea of that?"
"What the fuck, I'd be great in a threesome," Roger said, poking Mark's nose.
Before Mark could answer, April yelled out, "Yeah, sure you are."
"WHAT? I AM."
"That time I bought that guy in—"
"Hey, that's not fair," Roger interrupted. "He kept smacking you on the ass, and that was a bit too much. I mean, APRIL. The guy was a freak."
"...You mean that dark-haired guy with the ponytail?" Maureen asked, thinking. "...I'd do him."
"Maureen. You're not helping me," Roger said, giving her a little glare. "That guy was...greasy. April, I don't know where you got him from, but he needed to take a shower."
"You're just picky!" April said, her red head popping up from behind the couch.
"Am not!"
"You totally are. 'Oh, he's too greasy!' "
Roger opened his mouth to comeback, and then paused. "Hey. I don't sound that girly."
April grinned. " 'Mark, get away from my fucking guitar before you break it! And get that camera out of my face!' " she mimicked, laughing.
"Roger?" Mark gasped. "Off...chest...please?" Roger promptly hopped off of Mark's chest, and while the filmmaker took a deep breath in, Roger pounced on April.
"April, come on over and give Mark a birthday...smack or something." He grinned, motioning over to the blond.
"Oh, he's escaping!" Collins yelled in an amused voice as Mark scrambled to get off the floor.
"WHAT? Where are you going, Mark?"
"I have no pants on."
Roger smiled. "I always said those turtle boxers look good on you, Marky."
"SHUT UP."
"Aww, we're all semi-dressed anyway, Mark," Benny prodded. "Join in the fun for once."
"You do when you're drunk, at least," Roger quipped happily.
Mark blushed. "Look, can I just get through my birthday with clothes on, please?"
"...Maybe," Maureen said with a smile.
"...At least with pants on."
April laughed. "But you look so sexy in boxers."
Roger hugged April's head to his chest. "Damn you, Mark Cohen! Preying on innocent women like that prancing around in your boxers!" Mark stuttered while Roger continued on, "Go! Go put pants on right now before your charms start working on Muffy!"
"Mmmf?" Alison answered from her spot on the floor. Mark glared at Roger and turned to go into his bedroom. As he walked, everyone let out loud wolf whistles.
"MOVE THAT THING, MARK!"
"Shake it like you mean it, Marky!"
"Catwalk, baby!"
"We should nickname you 'Hot-Ass Cohen'!"
Mark didn't think his face could get any more red as he slammed the door behind him, the rest of the gang laughing merrily.
Finally at the actual birthday-day! Next should be the cake and all. 33 Review for some love and shiny cyber-cookies!