YAY! this is a fic that can go on forever because it will just be a collection of random one shot fluff between Mimi and Roger or adventures the other bohemians get in. REVIEW!!! 

The One With The Bubble Wrap

"Baby?"

Silence.

"Rog…"

Silence and an E chord

"ROGER!"

A succession of plucked notes.

"ROGER DAVIS!"

Mimi threw a pillow at Roger and it hit him square on the head.

"What the fuck Mimi?! You ruined my vibe!" Roger boomed.

"Well if you paid any attention to me at all, THIS vibe could be spending her free day with her boyfriend instead of listening to dumbass guitar chords!"

"Were in the same room, aren't we?"

Roger went back to his guitar and Mimi went beet red.

"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!"

Roger ignored her and played "Far Away" by Nickelback on his guitar. Mimi gaped at him unbelievingly.

"Sometimes I think you love that guitar more than me," she said, smacking his head with the back of her hand.

Roger stopped playing his guitar, but went right back to it after a while.

Mimi decided on another approach.

"Why don't you teach me how to play?" she asked sweetly.

Roger stopped strumming.

"You're crazy," he said.

"No I'm not. It might just get me some time with you."

"Okay, you're not crazy, you're drunk," Roger patted his guitar fondly. "No one touches this baby but me."

Mimi glared at him. "You won't be the only one touching THIS baby if you don't quit being a dick."

Roger's lips drew into a thin line.

"Fine," he grumbled and with shaking hands, handed his guitar to Mimi.

"Careful… careful… CAREFUL!" Roger winced.

"CAREFUL, I SAID, MIMI!!!"

"Jesus, Rog!" Mimi rolled her eyes. "I'm careful."

"Okay, this is a C, right?" Mimi asked.

Roger moved her index finger.

"That's a C."

Mimi tried to strum. The sound was distorted. Roger cringed.

"Press harder," he pressed down on Mimi's fingers.

"OW!!! SHIT!" Mimi wrenched her fingers away.

Roger burst out laughing. "You can't play shit, Meems."

Mimi smacked him again. "I'll show you."

She stormed into Roger's room with his guitar and banged the door.

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3 hours later, Roger was nauseated from having his guitar away from him for so long. He was like Linus without his blanket.

"MIMI!" he banged on the door.

"I MISS MY BABY!"

The door opened.

"I knew you'd come around," Mimi smirked.

"I meant my guitar, genius."

Mimi scowled at him.

"How'd practice go?" Roger teased.

"Great. I found the chords to your eyes and I learned it," Mimi grinned.

Roger laughed. "Good try Meems."

"Oh yeah? Let's make a bet."

"Okay," Roger laughed.

Mimi glared. "If I can play the song without mistakes, you have to put the guitar away for a week."

"And if not?" Roger sneered.

"We do that thing you wanted to do."

Roger's eyes lit up.

"With the bubble wrap?"

Mimi rolled her eyes but nodded.

"Game on!" They slapped a hi-five to seal the deal.

Mimi sat on the couch and started playing. Roger's jaw fell open. Mimi was actually good! She made it through the entire song without errors.

"I'll be keeping this," Mimi sang happily, laying the guitar on the couch.

"One week baby," she whispered in Roger's ear.

"HOW DID YOU DO THAT?" Roger exclaimed.

Mimi laughed. "Women are entitled to their secrets."

Roger gulped and cleared his throat. "You're sexy when you play the guitar."

Mimi raised a brow at him. "Don't tell me that turned you on."

"It did," Roger groaned and squirmed.

Mimi laughed and sat on his lap.

"We can make arrangements," she whispered seductively.

Roger found this so sexy that he had to fight down a wave of pure lust. He leaned in to kiss her. Roger moaned as Mimi kneaded her knee in his crotch area and whispered things playfully in his ear.

He carried her toward his room.

"Can we at least consider the bubble wrap?" Roger begged.

Mimi shook her head playfully and put a finger to his lips.

"Aww," Roger frowned and shut the door.

The guitar lay forgotten on the couch.