Ok so I'm trying my hand at Rent please review but be nice. I DO NOT own any of Jon Larson's characters. God knows i wouldlove too. And please tell me if you want more chapters.
Mark lay comfortable under the heavy blankets of her bed, his lazily pulled on. Maureen's loud voice echo in her empty apartment as she sang in the shower. He leaned over the edge of the bed rummaging around for his glasses. Finger passed over tubes of lipstick and hair pins until they landing on his glasses. He grasped them and dragged his hand lazily over the floor hitting a soft plastic package. He pulled the condom package off of the floor and examined it before leaning over to the trashcan. He dragged it across the floor to the side of the bed. As he tipped it a few tissues slide away reveling a used condom. He was lost in thought as she skipped in to the bedroom. She slinked over him in a tight pair of jean and low black blouse.
"Baby you aren't dressed." She sat her self down on the bed.
"What's this?" he asked softly holding up the empty wrapper.
"One of ours Marky." She shifted on the bed and moved away from him slightly.
"I don't wear this kind. And we've never had sex in your bed room." His face became contorted when she wouldn't look at him.
"Marky…" She turned and looked at him with cold eyes.
"Maureen just tell me. Who was it?" he scooted closer to her but she turned looked offended.
"Tell you what?"
"Who was it?" he was holding back tears as his heart broke.
"Baby it was no one."
"Then what is this." He tipped the trashcan to her, reveling the used condom.
"One of ours."
"Stop lying Maureen. Tell me!" He placed his hand on her shoulder but she moved away. She sat silent. "Maureen please! Just tell me! Please!" He pleaded as his heart twisted and broke.
Her hands grasped the blankets as he yelled at her. She could feel the tears from his eyes as they dropped on to the exposed skin of her arm.
"Roger. Ok There I had sex with Roger!"