Chapter Twenty Seven: Revenge of the... Toaster?

"So what exactly are we doing?"

"We're going shopping for stuff that we need." Mark rolled his eyes and kept walking, Roger tagging behind looking suspicious. "You know, a coffee maker, since you broke ours-"

"That was an accident!" Roger yelped.

"-And maybe a toaster."

"A what?" Roger's voice ( Read more... )

Chapter Twenty Six: Letters From the Front Lines

Dear Dana,

Nice to hear from you again, you lazy kid. Can't you call or write a little more often than once every couple months? I miss you. So, how's my favorite crazy cousin? Things in the City are... interesting, to say the least.

There's this girl, have I mentioned her before? I doubt it. Her ( Read more... )

Hey - I had to bump this chapter up to Twenty-five.  There's a chapter before this now that wasn't up when this chapter was originally posted - READ IT!

Chapter Twenty Four: A Home Wrecker With a Heart of Gold

"'You'll have fun, it'll be fun, c'mon, Mark, you've got to come!' Yeah, this is real fun." Mark muttered to himself, sitting in a corner of ( Read more... )

Chapter Twenty Four:  Let's Make a Resolution

"Where are we going, Roger?"

"I told you.  A New Year's party!"  Roger grinned in a way that made Mark distinctly uncomfortable.  It was Roger's 'I have a plan' smile, the one that generally led to Mark being made a complete fool of.  Mark looked dubious as Roger pulled him onto the crowded subway.

"I ( Read more... )

Chapter Twenty Three: Roommates?  We're Close.

"So all we've got is the one futon." Roger said as he let them into his cousin's apartment.  Mark wasn't really paying attention, focused more on the thrill of being in the city, of defying what his parents had always planned for him, of being here with Roger, doing something he had never thought he ( Read more... )

Yes, folks, I'm back. Nano again, and I'm stuck on my other plot over at ensnarethedawn, so I'm working on this!

Enjoy!

( Shut up and eat your non-kosher breakfast meats, Jewboy. )

( 'I think you just might make it.' 'Ya think?' 'Yeah... as long as you break it to your mom easy that you're not wearing your yarmulke anymore.' )

( I, um... I'm a dance minor. )

( 'Forget I asked, okay?' )

( You are awful, Rog. Making fun of the poor, pitiful, fashion-consious gay community )