AN: So...I don't think I replied to any reviews last chapter. Um...there isn't really any reason for that, really. I'm just finishing up school and have been procrastinating all work. Which includes anything other than lying around all day doing absolutely nothing. :-D Don't hate me. I wrote this for you all! I do love reading your guys' reviews, though, and appreciate any feedback you can give me.

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Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson's. JonathAn. With an 'a'. Because apparently I've been spelling it wrong all these years... :tear:

"Mm…do we have to leave?" I ask, feeling Roger's arm tighten around my waist as he pulls me closer to him.

"Considering that we've been in here almost fifteen minutes… I'd say, yeah, probably." I sigh when Roger takes a step back, creating more distance between us, losing the contact that I'm starting to crave like a messed up drug addiction. I idly wonder what exactly it is about Roger that makes him the way he is… So…addictive.

"Roger?" We both take hasty steps away from each other when Roger's mom appears in the doorway, our hands unlacing as we try to look 'normal'. But what the hell is 'normal', anyway? "Roger, David's home. Mark, have you called your parents yet?"

"Yeah…my mom said I could stay, but I've gotta be home by seven." I glance over to see Roger chewing on his bottom lip, his hands shoved deeply into his pockets as a slight scowl appears on his face. I smirk; I guess Roger is as fond of my mom as I am, and he hasn't even met her yet.

"Oh, well that's no problem. Roger can give you a ride home after supper, which is currently starting to get cold on the table."

"Sorry, mom," Roger mumbles, but Mrs. Davis only smiles.

"Don't worry about it."

"We'll be out in a second. I've got a quick question for Mark about anatomy…" Roger smiles, making my heart race in my chest almost immediately.

"Alright. David's changing, anyway. Try to be out in five minutes, okay boys?" We both nod and Mrs. Davis leaves the room, giving us more time together.

"What's your question?" I ask, moving to stand in front of Roger and smiling when his arms wrap around my waist again as he kisses my cheek lightly.

"Don't let David freak you out," he mumbles, and I choke on a laugh.

"What? Why would your step-dad freak me out?" I ask, pressing lightly on Roger's chest so that I can look into his eyes.

"'Cause…he can get a little…enthused about his work. And he'll probably ask you a shitload of questions about nothing in particular." Roger shrugs, and I smile as I start to play with the bottom of his shirt.

"Well…I think I can handle your interrogative step-dad. I'm sure he's nothing compared to my mom," I say reasonably, rationally.

"I want to meet her."

"What!" I ask, stunned as Roger grins and pulls me closer to him.

"I wanna meet your mom. She sounds…"

"Fuckin' insane?"

"Sure, yeah. But I still want to meet her. Besides, if we're gonna have sleepovers in the future…"

"Roger…"

"Then she'll probably want to know who exactly is stealing her precious baby boy away from her." I smirk as Roger continues to pull me closer, until we're practically flush against each other, his breath washing softly over my cheek.

"Your choice. Though I'm pretty sure you'll regret the decision after meeting her…"

"We'll see. I'm sure she'll be the picture perfect Scarsdale mom. Who is Jewish." Roger pauses, his eyebrows furrowed for a moment before obviously shaking it off, a small smirk replacing his pensive look.

"Exactly. Perfect Jewish Scarsdale mother. You're insane for wanting to meet her…" I sigh, letting my fingers trail up his neck.

"Don't forget you have to meet my step-dad. Don't start feeling sorry for me just yet…" Roger warns, making me snort.

"Seriously, what's the problem with your step-dad? You said you didn't hate him…" I stop when Roger laughs to glance up, seeing him shaking his head slightly as he looks down at me, an amused glint in his eyes.

"Just 'cause I don't hate him doesn't mean he's not weird as all fuck. We're like…you know, those kids who say 'hi' to each other in the hallway every day but don't talk otherwise," Roger explains, his fingers starting to tap lightly on the small of my back. "Does that make sense?"

"…sorta, I guess. Can I ask you something?" Roger raises an eyebrow, and I feel sort of awkward for broaching a possible touchy subject, but it's sort of confusing for me if I don't ask him.

"Shoot," Roger says, a smirk playing about his lips.

"Where's your real dad? You said your brother lives with him, but…"

"Ah. You want all of the gruesome details of my parents' divorce?"

"That's…that's not what I…"

"Chill, it's alright." Roger smirks before kissing me lightly on the cheek, making me blush. "Okay, well. My dad lives in Rockville Centre. It's like, an hour away from here.

"My brother, Bobby, is the result of my dad cheating with some other chick who left him a few weeks after she had Bobby. After my mom found out that my dad was cheating on her… Well, I don't really remember. I was like…3 when all of this happened, but apparently a lot of people expected my mom to be a lot more pissed than she really was. I guess there wasn't a bitter argument over custody of me or anything… I visit my dad every other weekend, which is fine.

"My mom's side of the family has practically shunned him, though they'll never admit to it. It's pretty fucked up. He still comes to family reunions and shit 'cause of me, but other than that he's basically cut off all contact with my mom's side of the family.

"My mom married David a couple years ago. He's like…five years younger than her, so it was pretty weird. My mom asked me if it was alright for her to remarry, but I told her it's not really my decision, ya know?

"Anyway, David's a nice enough guy. He doesn't try to be my dad, which is cool…is that all you wanted to…?"

"Roger, dinner!"

"Shit. Well, dinnertime, darling." Roger grins at the expression on my face before brushing his lips over mine, and I can't resist pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

Roger quickly catches up with my pace, pushing me back into the wall and opening his mouth against mine.

My breath catches in my throat as Roger becomes more insistent, as his tongue brushes over my lips, but I quickly pull away.

"We need to get to dinner. They might come looking for us…" Roger stares at me for a moment, almost like his brain is trying to catch up with the conversation before he smirks and shakes his head.

"Goddammit, Mark. Quit fuckin' distracting me…" He kisses me softly on the lips once more before pulling away, keeping our hands laced together.

"Sorry…" Roger grins and shakes his head again, my heart still pounding in my chest.

Roger's hand slips from mine as we make our way into the kitchen and I suddenly miss him, even though he's fucking standing right next to me. What the hell? How can I miss him when he isn't even technically gone?

"Roger, Mark. I see you've finally decided to join us…" Mrs. Davis says, and I smile sheepishly as Roger quickly kisses his mom on the cheek.

"Sorry, mom. Mark was trying to explain something to me. Food looks delicious, though," Roger quickly amends, and he takes a seat across the table from an empty one. "Here, Mark," he says, kicking the chair opposite him out from under the table, "take a seat."

I sit down, noticing the man sitting at the head of the table and trying to be discreet in my assessment of him.

Roger wasn't lying. This guy really does look younger than his mom.

"Ah, hello Mark," he says, his voice deep and nothing like Roger's, "I'm David." I catch Roger rolling his eyes from across the table, but I try to ignore him as best as I can.

"Nice to meet you…uh…David," I reply, feeling strange calling an adult by his first name.

"David's fine," he assures me, his dark brown eyes shining amusedly, "What class do you have with Roger?"

"We're in choir together…"

"And anatomy," Roger interjects, and I shoot him a cautious look across the table, but he merely shrugs.

"Oh, that's cool. Did you boys finish your homework?" David passes me the spaghetti, and I dish a small amount onto my plate, allowing Roger to answer the question.

"Yeah… We didn't have much homework, anyway," Roger says, and I nod in agreement.

"Really? I just got a call from school. You missed fourth through seventh hour."

Shit.

I glance up to meet Roger's gaze, watching as the other boy finishes his mouthful of spaghetti before responding.

"Yeah…um…I didn't feel good."

"Try again," Mrs. Davis says, sounding unconvinced. I bite my tongue to keep myself from laughing.

"I didn't study for a test that was fourth hour. I didn't want to fail." I quirk an eyebrow when I hear this, wondering how lying seemingly comes so easily to Roger.

"Okay, well. I guess you haven't missed that much school…even though it is only the first month… Just, try not to let it happen too often this year, alright? I'll call you in." My jaw almost drops when I hear Roger's mom's words, wondering if everyone's parents are like this, and maybe I just got stuck with the short straw. My mom would have a conniption if I skipped…

…damn. My mom's gonna kill me.

"So, Mark. Are you a junior?" David asks me, and I quickly focus my attention on him.

"Um, no. Actually I'm a sophomore," I reply before taking a sip of water.

"Oh? I see. And did you meet Roger at one of his…what are they…'concerts'?" David continues, and I hear Roger sigh.

"David, we've got class together, remember?" Roger drawls, barely keeping his words from sounding too condescending.

"Oh, that's right. But if you're a sophomore, Mark, why are you in the junior classes?" David presses, obviously confused.

Oh, God…I'm so bad at lying…

"Well, choir isn't exactly advanced and anatomy's just… I just…like it, I guess." I ignore Roger as he practically chokes on his spaghetti.

"Really? That's cool. Is it something that you'd want to do for a career?" David asks, and I have to stop myself from groaning. I haven't even taken anatomy and physiology…

"Um…W…well, not…"

"Mark likes biology. He was really good at it last year, so they let him take an advanced course this year," Roger says, saving me from answering.

"That's cool," David says again, and I idly wonder why exactly he seems stuck on that one phrase, "How are you doing in the advanced class?"

"David…" Roger warns, but I just shrug.

"Alright."

"Don't the girls dig that, these days? The smart guys? Have you got yourself an older woman, Mark?" David asks, and this time I'm the one who's choking on spaghetti.

I open my mouth to reply after taking a large gulp of water, but Roger beats me to it, wiping tears out of his eyes.

"Yeah! Mark's got one helluva girlfriend, doncha, Mark?" I glare at Roger and turn to find David looking slightly stunned, despite himself.

"Roger…" I mumble, feeling the pinpricks of a blush as Roger nudges me with his foot underneath the table.

"Oh, come on. Your girlfriend's hot as hell, Mark. Don't be ashamed to brag about her…" Roger continues, grinning at the expression on my face.

"Roger, stop teasing poor Mark. I haven't seen you bring home any girlfriends recently, so you really aren't one to talk…" Mrs. Davis cuts into the conversation, smiling knowingly.

"Aw, come on, Mom. You didn't like my last girlfriend, so maybe I'm just not bringing them home anymore." Roger crosses his arms over his chest and assumes a slight pout, although it disappears in an instant and is replaced by a smirk when my foot accidentally bumps his.

Accidentally, of course.

"I still didn't like that girl. What was her name? Chloe?"

"Mandy, mom."

"Well, whatever her name was. I didn't like her." Roger laughs and pushes his half empty plate away from him to look at his mom.

"What about Mark?" he asks, nodding his head towards me and grinning, "Do ya like him?"

"Mark seems like a nice boy." I blush and look down at my plate, feeling Roger's foot underneath the table rub against my leg again as Mrs. Davis looks at me and quirks an eyebrow. "Sometimes I wonder what exactly it is that I've raised…"

"Aw, mom. You know you love me!" Roger exclaims, and Mrs. Davis laughs softly.

"Yep, I've raised a lunatic. Which reminds me, your father called and wanted to know if you will be going to Rockville Centre this weekend?" Mrs. Davis asks and Roger grins at the not-too-subtle joke that was made at his father.

Roger's gaze meets mine and he holds it for the first time since we sat down, a questioning look hovering in his eyes.

"No…I…Mark and I have an anatomy project we've gotta get done this weekend. If he doesn't mind, could I stay here and go to his place next weekend?" Roger asks, breaking eye contact and looking back to his mom. I let out a relieved sigh.

"Sure. Why don't you give him a call to let him know?"

"I will after we eat and after I drive…shit. Mark, it's like, 6:29," Roger says, and I hurriedly glance at my watch.

Wait…I don't have to be home until sev…oh.

Right.

"We should go," Roger continues, standing up and taking our plates to the kitchen.

"I thought Mark could stay until seven," Mrs. Davis says, sounding mildly confused.

"Oh, did I say seven? Whoops. My mom wants me home by 6:30," I correct my 'mistake', attempting to sound as sincere as possible.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Mark," Mrs. Davis says kindly, standing up to shake my hand.

"Yes, nice meeting you too," I reply, and I hear Roger mumble 'hurry up' under his breath as he walks by.

"Glad to meet you, Mark. Thanks for helping Roger with anatomy," David says, also standing up to see me off.

"Yeah no…no problem. Thanks for dinner."

I stand awkward for a moment after Roger's mom tells me it was no problem having me for dinner until Roger forcibly pulls me out of the dining room.

"Come on, Mark. Wouldn't want to keep your mother waiting…" he murmurs, and I smirk.

"Oh, yeah…right. Wouldn't want to keep my mom waiting, or you?" I retort before Roger's lips are on mine, kissing me quickly.

"Maybe a little of both," he admits, ushering me out the door.

"See ya, Ches," I say, patting Chester on the head twice before we're outside, Roger shoving my jacket into my hands.

"Well, thank God that's over," Roger sighs, stretching his arms over his head, "David's fucking lame."

"Yeah, but he didn't freak me out," I assure him, grinning as he slowly closes the distance between us as we head towards his car.

"Good," he says, slinging an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into him so that he can whisper into my ear, "We need to talk."

"Mm…about what?" I ask as I climb into his car, pulling the door shut behind me and waiting for Roger.

"What we're gonna do about us," he replies, starting the engine and reaching back to pull his seatbelt on.

"What about us?" Roger pauses, his hand floating somewhere behind his head as he stops his search for the seatbelt and instead puts the car in reverse, backing slowly out of the driveway.

"Where do you live?"

I hastily tell him my address, wondering what else is on the other boy's mind. What do we need to talk about?

The car is silent on the drive to my house, and halfway there Roger reaches down and turns on the radio, to create some noise to fill up the absolute quiet.

It's the first time I feel this uncomfortable around him, not knowing what he's thinking, wondering what's wrong…if anything is wrong.

"Roger, pull over here," I say, a couple blocks away from my house. This has gone on far enough…

"Let's walk," Roger explains as he opens his door and steps out into the street before making his way to the sidewalk. He shoves his hands in his pockets and waits for me to join him, which I do so tentatively.

"Okay…what's up?" I ask as soon as I slam the door shut, ducking slightly underneath Roger's arm as he slings it around my shoulder.

"Nothing…bad. I was just wondering what you wanted us to do like…tomorrow," he says vaguely, leaning into me and slipping his other hand into his jacket pocket.

"What? What happens tomorrow?" I ask dumbly, trying to understand what exactly Roger is saying.

"School, duh. What do you want us to…be?" he teases, flicking me on the nose. I glare at him and attempt to shrug his arm off, but he only chuckles and pulls me closer.

"I don't care. As long as my mom and dad don't find out, we could be fucking…"

"Whoa, Mark."

"…doing anything we want at school, is what I was going to say, if you would have let me finish…" I mumble, blushing brightly.

"Aw, sorry. I didn't mean to cut you off, but you can't just say shit like that, Mark…" Roger grins and slides his arm from around my shoulders to lace his fingers with mine instead.

I glance behind us, feeling sort of paranoid that somebody I know will see me and tell my mom or something…but I'm just being paranoid.

Right?

"Is everything alright?" Roger asks, quirking an eyebrow and smirking, almost like he expected this reaction from me.

"Y…yeah, of course," I murmur, sort of pissed that Roger's so seemingly comfortable with being out in public together like this. "I'm fine," I say, keeping my eyes locked on the sidewalk.

We walk for a few more seconds until I feel Roger's eyes on me. I glance up to see him staring at me, a slight smirk on his face.

"What?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't believe you," he replies, and I stop walking when he drops my hand. I stand still, my arms hanging at my sides, watching as Roger takes a few more steps before turning around, his eyebrows raised in a conclusive look.

"You don't believe me…about what?" I ask, sliding my hands into my pockets.

"That you don't care about us in public. I don't believe you." Roger turns back around and starts walking away, but not before I notice a grin on his face.

That jackass…
"Why wouldn't you believe me?" I ask, hurrying to catch up with him.

"'Cause…" he trails, glancing at me. "You worry a lot."

"No I don't," I snort, knowing that compared to Cindy I don't worry at all.

"Yeah, you do. But it's alright, I get it. We'll just have to save things for the weekend. No big deal…" I scowl at the tone in his voice, sounding like he's about to crack up at any given moment, "Anyway, it's five till. We should get going."

I stop walking again as Roger abruptly turns around and starts heading back to his car, wondering what the hell his problem is.

"Oh. I get it," I say, smirking as he stops walking to turn around and look at me.

"What?" he asks innocently, rocking back on his heels.

"You just want me to deny it enough so that I get frustrated and try to prove you wrong," I explain, smirking as I walk to stand closely in front of him.

"No," he says shortly, although by the way he wraps his arms around my waist and attempts to keep a straight face, I'd say that I was right.

"No?" I repeat, quirking an eyebrow, "Oh. Well, if that's not the case, then it's you who is uncomfortable being together in public."

"What?" he asks incredulously, "How did you make that connection?"

"Fine," I say, ignoring his question, "You're right, though. We should get going…" I start to turn away, satisfied that I didn't give into Roger's games when I feel him grab my wrist, his fingers gripping tightly as he pulls me back to him.

"Okay, fine!" he laughs, pulling me back into him, "You were right." I look up at him and let my eyes linger, feeling my chest constrict as I seemingly ask myself for the thousandth time how we ended up together. Me and Roger… Pale, skinny, dorky Jewish boys don't date sweet, sexy, passionate, understanding, caring…

"So, let's get this straight. You're alright with us being…together at school and stuff," he says slowly, holding my gaze with his.

"Yes, and you?" I ask, running my fingers over his stomach.

"Yep," he agrees, inclining his head slightly. I reach up and cup the side of his face, brushing my thumb over his cheek and down to his lips before pulling him closer to me.

"Good," I murmur before Roger closes the distance between our mouths, pressing our lips together firmly.

I reach up to play with the short, bleach blond hair at the nape of his neck, feeling Roger's fingers grip my hips tightly to pull me closer into him before allowing his arms to slide around my waist, our body's pressed tightly together.

I feel his heart pounding in his chest against mine, his rough fingertips trailing down my neck, his warm lips moving gently over mine, pulling me in as I become completely wrapped up in the other boy. His scent, his warmth, how his fingers press into my back, almost desperately, like he needs to feel more of me against him, more of this warmth, this heat.

I open my mouth against his, but quickly pull out of the kiss when I feel his tongue brush over my bottom lip, not wanting this to turn into a make-out session. While I honestly don't care if Roger holds my hand, kisses me in public, I don't exactly want us to be exhibitionists.

"What?" Roger asks, and I smile, noticing the slight flush to his face. I press my hand to his cheek and bring his face to mine once more to kiss him lightly.

"Come on. We're gonna be late," I say and Roger presses his forehead against mine, sighing softly.

"You should spend the night at my house," he murmurs, and I smirk as I lace our fingers together and start to pull him back to his car.

"Yeah, right. I'm sure my mom would go for that," I laugh, looking over to Roger when he falls into step next to me.

"She might," he shrugs, and I shake my head firmly.

"No, she won't," I say, knowing that my mom's already going to be pissed with me for the many things I've done wrong today. Skipped school, gone to some strange boy's house, didn't call her… She's probably got a list waiting for me.

"Fine," Roger sighs, and I let go of his hand to open the car door.

God, we're only going to be separated for a night, but with the way Roger's acting it's almost like I'm going away for a week. It won't be that difficult…he'll survive.

Besides, I need some time to think, and having Roger with me sort of makes that hard.

I smile when Roger takes my hand in his and brings them to rest on his knee, glancing at me for a moment before I notice him blushing and chewing on his bottom lip nervously.

Impossible, actually.

AN: Well, what'd ya think? Did the fluff overtake your mind? Hehe. Yeah. Me too.

Next update will be quicker! Summer Vacation, heck yes!