Rent // Spontaneity
Title: Spontaneity
Author: Sarah
Rating: PG
Words: 628
Pairing: Mark/Roger
Summary: Roger needs help with a song lyric.
Notes: I had this idea last night and I probably should have rolled my lazy ass out of bed and written it then because I forgot some little details. Oh yes, I'm really bad at song lyrics, so...
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Mark and Roger were sitting in their usual spots on the couch. Roger was sitting on the left side, his back against the arm of the couch. His beat up green notebook was resting on his legs as he scribbled down lyrics and occasionally hummed a melody. Mark was curled up on the right side trying to take a nap before heading out to film.
“Mark?”
A groan came from the other end.
“Mark, wake up,” Roger nudged the filmmaker with his foot.
“What?” the blond sat up, rubbing his eyes. He felt around on the coffee table for his glasses.
“I need help with this lyric,” he scribbled something out again. “I need a word that rhymes with ‘hurry’. Do you know any?”
“Can I see?” Mark gestured at the notebook.
Roger looked down reluctantly. He never let anyone look at his notebook or see a song before it was finished. He looked back and forth between his best friend and book. “Here,” he handed it to him.
Mark gently took it in his hands and observed Roger’s song. It was hard to read the chicken scratch and decipher what was a word and what was a scribbled out word. “Pen?” he reached his hands again. He felt something touch his hand and he moved it to the paper. Crossing out some things, he added in his own lyric in neat, loopy cursive. “There.”
Roger took the notebook and looked at what his roommate had written. “Reach out, I’m waiting/ Don’t be shy, just hurry/ Be something else, we’re fading.” His nose wrinkled as he read it aloud. “Mark, I don’t get it.”
The skinny blond inched closer to the musician to explain. “It means to do something you wouldn’t normally due to save the relationship. See, look at this lyric right here,” he pointed to one in the first verse. “Sliding faster, you’re losing me/ we aren’t what we used to be,” he read. “That’s where I got it. It means be spontaneous.”
The musician nodded. “Okay, thanks.”
“Anytime,” he said. “An act of spontaneity can change any relationship.”
“Spont-in-ay-ity?” Roger pronounced it slowly. “Is that even a word?”
Mark nodded. “Yeah, my English teacher in college used it all the time. I thought it was funny so I looked it up. Kind of surprising, huh?” Roger didn’t seem to be listening; he was just looking at Mark. “Rog?”
“You said this act of spont-in-ay-ity,” he still pronounced it slowly, “can change a relationship?”
The filmmaker nodded eagerly. “Yep. In high school I read this story about a girl who wasn’t very close to her mother. But one day, before she left for school, she told her mom she loved her and on the way the girl got hit by a car and died. The mom felt some kind of closure because they said ‘I love you’. Definitely a relationship change, you think?” Mark looked up after his explanation and realized Roger hadn’t heard a thing he just said. “Are you listening?”
Roger nodded. “Yeah…” He grinned, tossing his notebook aside. Mark’s lyric and story had driven his mind away from his song. Leaning forward a bit, he caught Mark’s mouth in his own. He pulled away smiling a little. “How’s that for relationship changing spontaneity?”
Mark touched his lips with his fingers, nodding slowly. “Yeah,” his mouth formed into a soft grin. “Yeah, that’s what I was talking about.”
Roger laid back again laughing, picking up his notebook. He began humming softly and scribbling down more lyrics.
“Roger?” Mark asked, still sitting up.
“Yeah?”
“Can you do me a favor?”
“Does it involve me moving from this spot?” he grinned. “I’m pretty comfy.”
Mark shook his head. “No.”
“Then sure.”
“Be spontaneous more often.”
Fin
Author: Sarah
Rating: PG
Words: 628
Pairing: Mark/Roger
Summary: Roger needs help with a song lyric.
Notes: I had this idea last night and I probably should have rolled my lazy ass out of bed and written it then because I forgot some little details. Oh yes, I'm really bad at song lyrics, so...
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Mark and Roger were sitting in their usual spots on the couch. Roger was sitting on the left side, his back against the arm of the couch. His beat up green notebook was resting on his legs as he scribbled down lyrics and occasionally hummed a melody. Mark was curled up on the right side trying to take a nap before heading out to film.
“Mark?”
A groan came from the other end.
“Mark, wake up,” Roger nudged the filmmaker with his foot.
“What?” the blond sat up, rubbing his eyes. He felt around on the coffee table for his glasses.
“I need help with this lyric,” he scribbled something out again. “I need a word that rhymes with ‘hurry’. Do you know any?”
“Can I see?” Mark gestured at the notebook.
Roger looked down reluctantly. He never let anyone look at his notebook or see a song before it was finished. He looked back and forth between his best friend and book. “Here,” he handed it to him.
Mark gently took it in his hands and observed Roger’s song. It was hard to read the chicken scratch and decipher what was a word and what was a scribbled out word. “Pen?” he reached his hands again. He felt something touch his hand and he moved it to the paper. Crossing out some things, he added in his own lyric in neat, loopy cursive. “There.”
Roger took the notebook and looked at what his roommate had written. “Reach out, I’m waiting/ Don’t be shy, just hurry/ Be something else, we’re fading.” His nose wrinkled as he read it aloud. “Mark, I don’t get it.”
The skinny blond inched closer to the musician to explain. “It means to do something you wouldn’t normally due to save the relationship. See, look at this lyric right here,” he pointed to one in the first verse. “Sliding faster, you’re losing me/ we aren’t what we used to be,” he read. “That’s where I got it. It means be spontaneous.”
The musician nodded. “Okay, thanks.”
“Anytime,” he said. “An act of spontaneity can change any relationship.”
“Spont-in-ay-ity?” Roger pronounced it slowly. “Is that even a word?”
Mark nodded. “Yeah, my English teacher in college used it all the time. I thought it was funny so I looked it up. Kind of surprising, huh?” Roger didn’t seem to be listening; he was just looking at Mark. “Rog?”
“You said this act of spont-in-ay-ity,” he still pronounced it slowly, “can change a relationship?”
The filmmaker nodded eagerly. “Yep. In high school I read this story about a girl who wasn’t very close to her mother. But one day, before she left for school, she told her mom she loved her and on the way the girl got hit by a car and died. The mom felt some kind of closure because they said ‘I love you’. Definitely a relationship change, you think?” Mark looked up after his explanation and realized Roger hadn’t heard a thing he just said. “Are you listening?”
Roger nodded. “Yeah…” He grinned, tossing his notebook aside. Mark’s lyric and story had driven his mind away from his song. Leaning forward a bit, he caught Mark’s mouth in his own. He pulled away smiling a little. “How’s that for relationship changing spontaneity?”
Mark touched his lips with his fingers, nodding slowly. “Yeah,” his mouth formed into a soft grin. “Yeah, that’s what I was talking about.”
Roger laid back again laughing, picking up his notebook. He began humming softly and scribbling down more lyrics.
“Roger?” Mark asked, still sitting up.
“Yeah?”
“Can you do me a favor?”
“Does it involve me moving from this spot?” he grinned. “I’m pretty comfy.”
Mark shook his head. “No.”
“Then sure.”
“Be spontaneous more often.”
Fin