Roger sat on the couch, toning his guitar. He was home alone and it was getting late but he didn't mind. Lately he'd usually rather be alone. He was just about to start playing when he heard the door open. He looked over his shoulder to see who it was. When he saw it was Mimi he quickly turned his head back around.
"Hey," She greeted him as she put down the grocery bags she was carrying.
"Hi," He replied, so low it was almost a whisper.
"How was your day?" She asked as she started to put the groceries away.
"Fine." He replied stiffly. She stayed quiet for the rest of the time while she put the rest of the groceries away.
"I'm going to go to bed, are you going to come with me?" She asked him once she was done putting everything away.
"Not right now, Mimi. I'm busy working." He didn't even bother to look up when he spoke to her. Her face fell.
"Okay, well, goodnight." She said to him as she began to make her way to their room.
"Night," He responded, still not looking at her.
"I love you," She told him when she got to door.
"Hm?" He looked over at her. "Oh, you too." He looked back at his work. She sighed and went into the room.
"Hey," Mark said to Roger as he walked into the loft later that night. Roger looked up from what was watching on the TV they had gotten for Christmas. He was set up to sleep on the couch.
"Hey," He replied, looking back at the TV.
"Sleeping on the couch again?" Mark asked as he took off his scarf and jacket. Roger rolled his eyes.
"What does it matter to you?" He snapped at him.
"Hey, I live here too." Mark tried to defend himself. Roger scuffed. "What's been up your ass lately anyways?" Mark began to slowly snap.
"What does it matter to you?" Roger questioned him.
"What does it matter to me? You've been acting like an asshole to everyone lately, especially Mimi. What's the matter with you? God Roger, you're so selfish. Do you not think about anyone else but yourself? What anyone else feels? Not everything is about you." Mark finally snapped. He was sick of Roger's behavior. Roger was off of the couch now, inches away from Mark.
"You have no idea about anything to do with my life. Not with my relationship, work, feelings, not anything. You think you know everything, Mark, but you don't. You just spend your life behind that camera like you always have. How about you actually face the world for once?" Roger was yelling at him, he didn't want to face the fact that everything Mark had said was true. Instead, he broke Mark down, piece by piece. Mark looked him in the eye; he wasn't going to let him do that.
"You know what Roger? Whatever, you'll never change. You'll always be a stubborn bastard." And with that, Mark went into his room, leaving Roger standing alone in the middle of the loft.
"Good morning," Mimi greeted Mark the next morning. He was sitting at the metal table, drinking a cup of coffee while reading the newspaper.
"Good morning Meems," He greeted back as she poured herself a cup and sat down next to him.
"How're you?" She asked him as she took a sip of her coffee.
"I'm fine, you?"
"I'm alright," She paused and looked over at the couch. "Where is he?" She asked, turning back to Mark. He shrugged.
"Wasn't here when I woke up," She sighed and took another sip of her coffee. Mark looked her over.
"Mimi, why do you stay?" Mimi looked up with a confused look on her face.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, Mimi." She looked away from him.
"I don't, Mark." He sighed, knowing that she would keep denying if he went on. They sat in silence for the rest of the breakfast.
"I'm going out to film," Mark announced as he put on his scarf and jacket.
"Okay," Mimi replied from her place on the couch.
"Think about what I said." Mark told her. She stayed silent as he left.
She stared at the TV for a while, thinking about what Mark said. Should she really leave? Could she really leave? Where would she even go? Back downstairs? No, this is crazy. She not just going to pack up and leave over nothing. She and Roger were just going through a rough patch and they'll be fine, right? This will all blow over soon, won't it? I mean how could it not. They loved each other. He did love her, right? He has to, right? He would've left a long time ago if he didn't, wouldn't he? He wouldn't just stick around because he felt bad or he had nowhere else to go, right? She really hopes that that wasn't the case. Because she really loves him, right? They do really love each other. How could they not?
The first few chapters are a bit slow but it'll get better, I can assure you. I had a huge debate in my head whether this should be called Burned Out or Burnt Out, you have no idea. Reviews are always great.
