I don't usually do this, but inspiration struck in the form of a song, and I am simply inspiration's humble slave, so I obeyed. Anyway, the song used in here is an untitled one that my friend's band played on their Demo tape. He wrote it for his girlfriend, and I just thought it was the cutest thing.

Hey, I'm just re-ploading this 'cause I thought I needed to make a few minute changes. When I first posted this, I had no oidea of fanfiction worked, so I fixed it up a bit.

Oh, and I had forgotten the disclaimer, so these aren't mine. Duh

"Mimi?"

"Hmmm?"

"I, uh, wrote you a song the other day."

Mimi lifted her head from Roger's chest, where it had previously been nestled, to peer up at him, "Oh? I thought you already did that?"

"I know, but this one just sorta... came to me. It's kinda... I dunno, it's not done yet."

Mimi smiled up at him, "Well, let's hear it."

"Are you sure?" he asked. She nodded, and he obligingly went to retrieve his guitar. As he returned, Mimi settled herself into the couch and watched him tune the old Fender for a moment.

And then he began to play.

Well we're sitting on the couch, and I

Turn on the stereo.

Well nine times out of ten

She'll just turn way down low

But if I set it back up loud

Like the jackass I can be.

She'll be cringing through her teeth

But with a smile I can't see.

And she may not love my music

But she loves me.

Well I've certainly been known

To make my share of lies

And more often than not

They're not worth anybody's time

So if I throw out that bad joke

And I look into her eyes

I know under the fake laughter

There's real laughter in disguise.

And she may not love my humor

But she loves me.

And though she may not love my shows

She's always right in the front row.

And though my friends can be a pain

She'll put up with them just the same.

And when it's time for her to go

Although she may not let me know

It's not that hard for me to see

That there's no place she'd rather be.

Well I've told my share of stories

And I've song my share of songs.

But when I think I'm always right

I know she'd love when I'm wrong.

So if I stumble down the stairs

Or embarass her again.

I can see her eyes are rolling

But she'll forget it in the end.

Oh, she may not love my style

But she loves me.

And I couldn't tell you why

But she loves me.

Hell, she may just hate this song

But she loves me.

As he finished, Roger looked up into Mimi's huge brown eyes. They were gazing at him with a faraway look, and as the ending notes of the song died, she smiled at him.

"Roger, that was beautiful."

He looked down, busying himself with the guitar, and shrugged, "It's okay. It's not exactly romantic, but-"

Mimi put a hand on the musician's arm, causing him to look up at her in surprise. She stared at him intently, "It was beautiful. And it was very romantic. Just not too mushy or anything. I loved it."

Roger looked down again, but not before his girlfriend got a glimpse of his face. Smiling, she crawled over to where he sat and rested her head on his shoulder, "Is my little rockstar blushing?" She asked teasingly.

In answer, he gave a small growl and brought his lips forcefully to her own. Mimi smiled into his mouth as she deepened the kiss.

God, how she loved her rockstar.