Authors Note
This story is written as a sequel to Only Thing To Do Is Jump, another story of mine, however if you don't want to read it or can't be assed I'll try and fill you in on any important details :)
Also I don't own Rent or the characters blah, blah, blah
Mark woke with a start.
He'd had that nightmare again. He shook it off.
He got up and went into the main room. Roger was still asleep but he heard someone clattering around in the kitchen.
"Morning!"
He poked his head in and there she was. His girlfriend, god it sounded corny but Mark couldn't have given a shit. He couldn't help smiling when he saw her. She looked really adorable. She was in a t-shirt that was a couple of sizes too big and a pair of Mark boxers. She refused to buy pyjamas. Why buy pj's when your underwear works just as well?
"Hey Sarah!"
She grinned…until something started smoking.
"Shiiiiit!" She started wafting the pan with a tea towel. Unfortunately for Sarah the towel caught fire. She screamed, paralysed with shock all she seemed to be able to do was stare at the flames. Mark ran over gently took the towel off her and threw it into the sink and turned on the tap. When the fire was out. Sarah turned red.
"Sorry…"
Mark couldn't help himself, he burst out laughing, she caught his eye and she started to laugh too.
"Never a dull moment with you around." Mark laughed as he drew her into a hug.
Noise.
"I think we woke Roger…" Sarah giggled,
And soon enough Roger was standing in the doorway. His hair was sticking up at funny angles and he looked really pissed off.
"What the fucks with all the screaming?" He moaned.
"Sarah set fire to a tea towel…" Mark laughed gesturing to the smoking sink.
"Sorry" Sarah said blushing a little
"Uuurgggh!" Roger moaned, "What's the time…"
Sarah looked up at the clock.
"Almost eight…"
Roger muttered curse words under his breath.
Mark passed Roger a mug of tea and Roger took it and shuffled out.
"I wouldn't have done that Mark…"
"Why?"
"It's mine from last night…"
And sure enough a couple of seconds later
"MARK I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!"
Sarah giggled and then stared at the pan and sighed…the breakfast was completely ruined.
"Sorry about the eggs…" Mark prodded the black content of the pan and put his arm around her.
She raised her eyebrows
"What?"
She said nothing
"What…"
"Mark…Babe…That was bacon!"
"Ummm…" change the subject, change the subject… "Want toast?" He said picking up a loaf of bread.
Sarah was about to leave for work.
"Mark, I'm not going to get mugged every time I leave the house." She laughed.
Mark blushed; the poor guy was worried about what had happened...It had been a good seven or eight weeks since Sarah had gotten mugged. The last time she's left the apartment alone she'd gotten beaten up pretty badly. They'd given her two broken ribs and a busted leg. She'd only got her cast off the other week, but that wasn't the worst part, Sarah had gotten really sick from being out in the snow all night. She was lucky to have made it out alive.
"I'm sure you could take more time off…"
"Don't even think that I've been sitting on my ass for the eight weeks…I want to go back to work" Sarah said pretending to be annoyed.
Mark didn't mention that's she'd technically never been as she'd been mugged the night she'd gotten the job. Luckily the manager of the Life Café was sympathetic and kept the waitress job open for her. He frowned.
Sarah's face softened. "Mark, babe I know you're worried but you can't keep me in bubble wrap for the rest of my life."
She put her arms around him.
"I know…I just worry that's all"
"I know you do…and that's one of many reasons why I'm in love with you." She giggled and kissed him.
"Excuse me while I go fetch a bucket!" Roger grumbled.
"Oh your just jealous 'cos Mimi won't be up yet…" Sarah teased,
"Well she probably will be after all the screaming this morning…"
"Oh shut up!"
"You…"
Sarah stuck her tongue out at him
God Roger thought, ever since Sarah arrived it's like having my little sister around the place.
Sarah looked up on the cracked clock on the wall.
"Shit! I gotta go…"
"Wait…" Mark dashed off into his room. "Close your eyes"
"Ok…" Sarah said cautiously and closed her eyes, a second later she felt something warm around her neck she opened her eyes to find she was wearing Marks scarf.
"For luck."
"Awww Mark…You're so cute!" She kissed Mark on the cheek and headed out the door waving merrily.
"I don't believe it…" Roger said watching her leave.
"What?"
"She actually has a skip in her step…"
He caught Marks eyes and they burst out laughing.
"SEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!" the machine shouted.
"I know your there boys…pick up or I'm coming to kick your –"
Mark sighed and picked up.
"Hi Maureen, your on speaker phone" He wasn't going to suffer alone.
"Mark I need your help…" Mark raised his eyebrows.
"What with…"
"Joanne's at her parents and my dam microphones broken again, can you fix it…"
"I'm kinda busy…"
"DOING WHAT?" Maureen demanded, "It's not like you have a girlfriend to go off with…"
Roger raised his eyebrows.
You haven't told her? Roger mouthed.
Mark shook his head. Soon He mouthed back.
"Fine…" Mark sighed.
"Good see you at the studio in five…don't be late." She hung up.
He picked up his camera.
"Guess I'd better go and stop her freaking out."
"Want me to come too…"
"If you want." Mark shrugged.
Roger grabbed his leather jacket, slung his guitar over his back and they left. They walked for a minute.
"Rog…Why are you coming, you'll be bored stiff."
"I wanna see Maureen's face when she finds out you can't be her lap dog anymore"
"Oh ha ha…" Mark said bitterly.
"Oh come on…It's like revenge…She beats you around for a year and you've moved on, grown up and found someone better."
Mark smiled a little.
"I mean think about it. You always worried about Maureen and her cheating CONSTANTLY…she couldn't even leave for five minutes without you freaking out thinking she was with someone…Sarah's not like that"
"She physically couldn't leave! She was in a gigantic fucking leg cast for weeks and one of us had to carry her 'cos she couldn't get down the stairs."
"Um…when you say we…"
"Yes I mean you…" Mark rolled his eyes.
They arrived.
"HEY!" Maureen shouted waving her arms around. Like usual she was already up on stage.
Roger and Mark simultaneously lifted their hands in greeting.
Roger went up and sat on the stage and started to play 'Your Eyes' on the guitar. Mark had a weird feeling that Roger was there to 'keep an eye on him' and make sure nothing happened. He shook it off. That was ridicules…right?
"OY MARK! SNAP OUTTA THE DAY DREAM!" Maureen shouted placing her hands on her slender hips. She tossed her dark curls – the perfect little diva.
Mark sighed put his camera up and climbed on the stage, or tried to… Roger looked up from his guitar and laughed.
"Need a hand buddy?"
Mark shot daggers at him "I can do it…" He scrambled up on the stage and dusted himself down.
"What's wrong with this Maureen?"
"Duh…It won't work…"
"Yeah…but how"
"Ummm…it won't actually go on…"
Mark couldn't help himself. "Is it actually plugged in?" Roger snorted.
Maureen glared at Mark and hit him hard in the arm.
"Yes…"
Mark went over to the mic tapped it twice, when nothing happened he walked over to the small congregation of wires.
"Maureen…" He picked up a small plug. She turned scarlet.
"Ooops…" She laughed, the noise bouncing off the walls. "Guess I missed that one."
Mark plugged it in and Maureen's voice was amplified.
"I missed you Pookie…"
Mark and Roger froze.
Pookie?
"Errrr Mark…How's Sarah…" Roger shouted, slightly louder then was necessary. Mark had never been so appreciative of his friend before.
"Who's Sarah." Maureen asked softly her eyes were large and pleading.
"My…um…new girlfriend."
WHAT, Maureen's inner voice was freaking out…HE can't have found someone else…He loves ME! Me. Maureen, people don't just move on from Maureen…There's no one else…especially not some stupid little slut he just met…WHEN THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?
"When the hell did this happen?"
"A few weeks ago"
"A FEW WEEKS and you didn't think to tell me."
"I don't think it would matter…"
"Mark…I'm your…your…"
"Ex-Girlfriend turned lesbian…" Offered Roger, who got a dirty look for his trouble.
"FRIEND ROGER!"
Mark shrugged; it wasn't Maureen's business, as much as she may think otherwise.
Roger and Mark took her silence as an opportunity to leave.
This is NOT meant to happen I thought he loved me, I don't love him but HE loves me…Maureen shrug it off, he's just an idiot… He'll realise he's still crazy about you…wait…why the fuck does it matter so much?
This Maureen thought was a very good question.
More to come...Dam writers block is driving me nuts!!! HELP!