Notes: Story dedicated to my best friend, Rochelle. Meant for a good laugh, nothing more. Rating as a safety precaution, because I'm really just not sure, but no, it's really not that bad. But, uh, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Roger, Mark, and Mimi are entirely Jonathan Larson's, sadly. ):
Roger looked over at Mark. He was smiling. Mark jumped back, frightened.
"Woah, you're smiling!" Mark cried, pulling away from his camera. "Stop it, you're scaring me." He added, winding the camera slowly.
"I love you." Roger whispered, blushing a bright red. He stood up, away from his guitar, and walked towards Mark. Mark pulled back as far as he could, but Roger had him cornered.
"Well, yeah. I mean, who doesn't?" Mark choked out nervously. "I'm a great dancer, in case you didn't notice." He began to sweat. Roger was inches away.
"Yeah, I know. You're great at dancing." Roger reached out for Mark. "Let's make our own dance!" He and Mark were quickly tangled in each other's arms. Roger pulled Mark to the piece of furniture that was once a couch.
Moments later, it was over just as quickly at it had begun. Roger and Mark lay next to each other quietly.
"So, uh, that was nice." Roger said with a slight grin. "Oh, uh, sorry if you get AIDS." Mark's jaw dropped.
"AIDS! You didn't say anything about AIDS!" Mark cried out, jumping off the couch.
"Dude, we've been friends forever." Roger defended. "I figured you'd stop me if it bothered you that much."
Mark gonked. This was awful, he couldn't have AIDS. He was the healthy straight one in the group. Not anymore, stupid Roger.
"Well, I guess I'll have to invent the cure for AIDS." Mark finally agreed. He put on his pants, grabbed his camera, and left the loft. He marched down the streets of New York, looking for a science building. Finally, he found one.
"Hello, welcome to Science Building." The lady at the counter inside the lobby said with a smile. "How can I help you?" She asked Mark kindly.
"Well, I might have AIDS, so I need to find a cure." Mark said from behind his camera. It was recording the secretary, and she couldn't help but stare at it awkwardly.
"Alright, uh, I'll get a doctor to come and help you out. Take a seat please." She waved towards the chairs and Mark walked towards them.
"Hi, I'm Mark Cohen. I need to find the cure for AIDS." Mark said proudly to the very professional scientist. Without skipping a beat, the man took him back into one of the labs and held his hand out to all the equipment.
"Have at it, Mark Cohen." Said the scientist. So Mark did. And in no time he had the cure for AIDS!
So Mark went home, took the cure, and gave some to Roger. Then Mimi came over and he gave some to her too. And then they all had sex. Because they didn't have AIDS!
The end.