I'm listening to a bunch of the NYTW songs :D. I love Splatter and You'll Get Over It.

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The world doesn't work like a perfect clock, always going the way you want it. It, instead, works like a broken clock. Giving you false information and keep you second guessing to no end. Roger knew this more than anyone on that day. It was August 19th, to be exact, when he found out. But the strange things with Mimi started two weeks before.

August 5th

"Mimi, where are you going?" Angel asked as Mimi picked up her coat to leave the loft at high noon.

"Uhm...I took the afternoon shift." Mimi replied with her head down. She glanced at Roger and Mark before walking out, head still down. The door slid with a clash as Mimi shut it as she left.

"That was weird." Mark pointed out.

"How?" Roger continued to strum his guitar and tune it.

"She usually doesn't leave for afternoon shift until one-thirty....it's only twelve." Roger stopped strumming for a second, but quickly restarted. He ignored Mark's comment and Angel's hum of agreement.

August 7th

All of the bohemians were enjoying a nice lunch at a new cafe Angel found when Mimi abruptly got up and gathered her things. Everyone stopped their conversations and looked at her. Collins raised his eyebrows. Maureen, of course, was the first to speak.

"You're...leaving?"

"Sorry, I'm meeting a work friend for....lunch." Mimi crossed her arms over her chest uncomfortably.

"But we just had lunch, Mimi." Roger stood up, confused. "Why would you come out with us if you had lunch with a work friend? You could've told us and we would have stayed home or waited for you to leave." Everyone nodded and agreed with Roger.

"Erm, I forgot until now." Mimi quickly left, kissing Roger goodbye. He stood there, watching as she left.

August 11th

Roger and Mimi were snuggling on the couch, but Roger knew something was up with Mimi from when Mimi came in and tentatively lay down by his side.

"Mimi, what's up with you?" Roger turned to Mimi. She looked nervous.

"What are you talking about?"

"You keep leaving out of nowhere saying your going to meet a friend or go to work, even if it's an hour earlier than needed. You're acting nervous a lot and everyone thinks something is wrong with you. We haven't spent a lot of time together at all, either."

"Nothing is wrong, just work and stuff." Mimi got up.

"Is that where you're going now?" Roger asked.

"Yes." Mimi said, matter-of-factly.

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Even between those events, Mimi had been acting strange. But on August 19, Roger saw for himself what was going on. He and Mark, tired of Mimi going off out of no where, followed her to "work". Instead of turning towards the Catscratch, Mimi walked the opposite way. They followed her as she kept on walking, though Roger's stomach sank the moment she turned the opposite way.

"Where is she going?" Mark whispered. Roger shrugged. Mimi opened a door to an apartment. Mark and Roger followed her quietly into a dark stairway up to a loft door that they didn't recognize. Mimi knocked.

"Is that you Mimi?" A man yelled from inside. She yelled 'Yes' and Roger's heart sank with his stomach.

"Great!" The man opened the door and Mimi stepped in. Mark and Roger didn't recognize him, but they didn't like him already. He greadily began to kiss Mimi, who laughed.

"Getting right into it!" She put his hand up his shirt and he laughed as he kissed down to her shoulder, slipping of the straps of her tank top. Mark glanced at Roger. The sight wasn't pretty. His eyes were wide and they glistened with unshed tears. He never cried in front of anyone, so that was expected. His lower lip was trembling slightly and he was shaking his head softly. Not being able to watch any more, Roger ran out of the building.

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Bad place to end, but I'm gonna go eat some pizza rolls. RnR please :D