Help Me, Please!

Chapter 1:

Mark Cohen was in his room sorting through laundry to be washed when he felt a pair of arms around his waist, and a pair of lips on his neck. He moaned loudly.

"Roger, I'm trying to do something here," he said as he struggled to break free of his lover's grip.

"I know, but I wanted to say bye. I have to go out for a little while," Roger Davis replied. Mark pouted slightly.

"Out? You're always going on these mysterious outings. Where are you going? Are you going to see Mimi at the cemetery?" Roger froze. That was an extremely touchy topic.

"No," the rocker replied firmly. Mark turned around, and looked deep into Roger's piercing green eyes. He gently stroked the larger man's cheek.

"You never know, it might do you some good." Roger looked at the ground. "It's been almost a year and a half." Mark sighed. "Let me know when you're ready to go down there, I'll go with you." Roger nodded, and kissed the filmmaker passionately on the lips. Mark broke off the kiss and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too." Roger reached down, and pinched Mark's ass playfully. "I'll be back in a few hours, and then we can have some time together." Mark watched as his boyfriend left. Something was different about him, but he couldn't figure out what.

Collins watched Roger and Mark interact out of the corner of his eye with a smile. They were so madly in love. He remembered when they had told him, Maureen, and Joanne about their relationship; they were all thrilled for their friends. It had been about six months after Mimi's death. Roger was in love again, but there was still something off about him; something the rest of the Bohemians noticed too.

Mark came out of his room holding a laundry basket filled about halfway with dirty clothes.

"Hey Loverboy, there's a mark on your neck," Collins said with a smirk. If looks could kill, he would have been six feet under at that exact moment.

"I'll pretend that I didn't hear that," stated Mark as he went into Roger's room to get his dirty clothes.

"Pretend all you want man, but you know you still heard it!" Collins called after him. Suddenly, a pillow came sailing out of Roger's room, and hit the Anarchist square in the face.

Mark heard Collins cussing as he began to sort through the layer of junk Roger called a floor in search of dirty clothes. Clothes, music, and trash coated Roger's rarely used floor. He slept in Mark's room most nights, and used his room when he locked himself in there for hours on end working and doing God only knows what else. Mark noticed an old shirt stuffed partially under the bed. when he picked it up, he felt something inside the balled up piece of clothing. Mark opened it up, and wasn't nearly prepared for what he found.

"Collins!" he called. "Hey Collins, I really think you should see this." Upon hearing the edge in Mark's voice, Collins rushed into the room.

"What's up man?" he asked. Mark showed the shirt and what it hid to Collins.

"I found these on the floor partially hidden under Roger's bed." Hidden inside the shirt were a needle, and an almost empty baggie of smack.

"Fuck!" Collins yelled. "How the hell did we miss this!" Mark sank onto the bed, and stared at the drugs.

"Maybe it's old!" he exclaimed with a look of false hope. "Maybe it's from last time!" Collins put a hand on Mark's shoulder, and shook his head sadly.

"I don't think so; we completely searched his room last time. I'm sorry man, but it appears as if Roger's using again." Mark was speechless at first; a single tear slid down his cheek.

"What do we do now?" he asked. His voice was a barely audible whisper.

"We talk to Roger when he gets home," Collins replied simply.

Roger didn't come home fro three more hours. Mark was sitting on the window seat, starring out into space, and Collins was getting his things together to go tutor a student. Roger went over, and kissed Mark's cheek the second he got home.

"Hey baby, what's up?" the rocker asked. He sensed the awkwardness in the room. Mark got up, and showed Roger the shirt and its hidden paraphernalia.

"You tell me," he replied with a harsh tone.

A/N: I have my next 3-4 stories I'm going to write planned out. All My Fault and Runaway Lovers are both completely done, it's now a matter of timing. After I screw up Roger and Mark's lives, I'm bringing Mimi back, and messing with her (because I love Mimi, and feel bad about killing her). Oh, and Angel will live in that one (for one specific reason). After that, a short High School Musical fic. called Skeptical. That's it for right now. Much love!