A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. School, other stories and whatnot. Okey dokey, here's your beautiful next chapter. I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised. R&R and I'll give you a special surprise in the next chapter:o I don't own RENT, or The Fray.

I can't believe April thought I didn't love her! Of course I loved her, I just didn't show it that much. She meant the world to me, and I was determined to get her back.

Meanwhile, as Mark kept reminding everyone, Hanukah was coming up. He thought it was soooo important. I don't get what's so great about it. You eat some onion pancakes, wear those funny beanie hats, spin some tops and eat some chocolate. Whoopee.

The only thing that I found in the least amount appealing was the presents. I mean, you get presents for 8 days! And the thing that was so perfect about it was that I knew exactly what to get Mark.

The idea was so perfect, I couldn't believe I had thought of it by myself. I knew Mark would love it. The only problem was money.

I had no money, because I spent all of it on smack. The only solution I could think of was to get a job. Oh damn.

So Dunkin' Donuts it was. Every day Mark, Mimi Angel, Collins, Joanne, and Maureen would come to laugh at me. Mostly because of the apron and that damn hat they made me wear.

"Yea, I'll have a coffee, and a dozen donuts SIR," said Collins jokingly. Mark laughed along with the rest of them, but he didn't know I was doing this all for him. But when he got his present, he wouldn't be laughing anymore.

One day, Mimi came to see me alone at work.

"Hey Meems, what're you doing here? Come to make fun of me more?" I asked jokingly.

"No, that's Collins's job," she replied with a smirk. "Listen, Roger, I've been thinking. You know, about you and April."

"Ya…" I said.

"Well, do you think maybe you should get out, and go out with other people? I know a lot of girls who would want to go out with you."

"Yea? Like who," I asked.

"Oh c'mon Roger isn't it obvious? Me!" she said. Well, I was dumbfounded. Didn't she know I still loved April with all my heart? Who was she to tell me how to live my life? Me and her? Not in a million years. That was just too…no. That could never happen.

"No way!" I shouted. "I still love April! I could never…no! Are you stupid or something? April means everything to me! You're just my friend you dumb bitch!"

I knew that hurt look she gave me. I'd seen it on so many girls Benny dumped before. And as the silent tears rolled down her cheeks, she ran out of the store.

"Um, sir?" said someone in line.

"What?" I snapped back.

"We're still waiting on that coffee!"

"Too bad because I QUIT!" I ran out, never intending to go back. On my way out, I took the stupid cone hat and apron, and threw them into the garbage.


I knew I had hurt Mimi the other day, but that didn't matter to me anymore. The only thing that mattered was concentrating on winning April back.

I tried sending her flowers and chocolates bought with money from Joanne, but they always were sent back to me. I tried to talk to her in school, but she always ran away when I came within 10 feet of her. I was starting to think it was hopeless.

Things were also looking bleak with Angel. She always came to school with bruises on her arms and legs, and red marks on her face. Whenever we tried to ask what was wrong, she pretended not to hear us. The only person who knew what was going on with her was Mimi, and she wouldn't tell anyone either. Especially me.

Since I had quit my job at Dunkin' Donuts, I still had to earn money. Joanne said she wouldn't lend me anymore because she had given me about $100 last week on gifts for April. Maybe my mom would understand.

"Mom?" I asked one day after school.

"Yes, honey?"

"Do you think you could lend me about $400?"

"Why don't you earn it yourself? Get another job? Have a lemonade stand. You always used to do that when you were little."

"Mom! I'm 16. I'm not going to have a lemonade stand."

An hour later I was sitting outside, with my old cardboard box, and a pitcher of lemonade. A couple people stopped by and threw things at me. That was about it, until I saw a crowd of people marching down the street, Joanne in the lead.

"Your mom told me you were having a lemonade stand! My church choir is thirsty!" she yelled.

That day, I spent about a half an hour serving lemonade, every so often rushing back into the house to make more. In the end, since I was so bad at math, Joanne decided it would be best if she counted up the earnings. When she was done, she said, "Well, Rog…you made $200!"

"Holy shit! That's more money I've ever made in my entire life!" I exclaimed.

"Is it enough?" she asked. I sunk back down into my chair.

"No, I'm still short $100."

"Well…I'll pay the difference," she offered.

"Oh Jo, really?" I asked. "Are you sure?"

"Yea, why not."


It was Hanukah at the Cohen household, and I was invited to celebrate. Also to my dismay, they invited Nanette Himmelfarb, who couldn't keep her eyes, and hands off of me.

"So, Roger, do you REALLY play in a band?" she would ask.

"Yea," I replied frowning. Mark was laughing the whole time.

Finally, it was time for the giving of gifts. I could barely hold my excitement, but I requested that I go last.

It was my turn! I handed Mark the box that my mother had wrapped herself. He opened it slowly, not wanting to ruin the paper. This tortured me.

He got it open. He stared at the beautiful black camera I had purchased at Circuit City. His eyes filled up with tears.

"Roger…" he started. "I…I…thank you. This is the best present I have ever gotten." And with that, he gave me one of the biggest hugs I had ever received. It felt so good with his arms around me, I didn't want him to ever let go. Unfortunately, he did and he cried some more and started using it right away. H filmed everything, and commented on everything also.

"Pan to the left, Roger Davis, who gave me this camera." I blushed.

"Why, thank you," I said jokingly. "Mark, I have one more present for you."

"What? Really?" he asked.

"Yep," I got out my guitar, and started to sing the song I wrote just for him.

I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
He's on your mind
He's on your mind

Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Just say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along
But that's disregard
Find another friend and you discard
As you lose the argument in a cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
He's on your mind
He's on your mind

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
He's on your mind
He's on your mind

And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and its effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves

And everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
He's on your mind
He's on your mind

Everyone knows
She's on your mind
Everyone knows I'm in over my head
I'm in over my head
I'm in over...

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
He's on your mind
He's on your mind

A/N: I changed the She's on your mind to He's on your mind.

"Thank you so much Roger," whispered Mark.