Disclaimer: Of course... not.

Notes: Nothing, really. Just a annoying plot bunny.

"You bitch."

"I'm sorry, Roger? I didn't hear that. Say it again."

"You're a bitch, Maureen, and you know it. You can't treat him like that!"

"Like what?"

"Like a... a dog!"

"I do not treat Mark like a dog!"

"You drag him practically on a leash!"

"He just does everything I say, I don't make him."

"You threaten him!" Roger barked, now parallel to her, inches away. "He's forced."

Maureen shoved him back. "Like shit I do. You don't know Mark."

"Mo, I'm his best friend." He whispered, staring at her.

"I've known you longer than I've known him. Same for you. You were my best friend before he showed up."

"Don't pull that guilt trip," He muttered.

"It's true. So, therefore, as his girlfriend, I know him better."

"You are a bitch!" He shouted.

"You don't know how much Mark loves me! You don't know how much he cares! He loves me more than anything in this world. I am his world! I'm his everything! He trusts me with his life! Hell, our first date, I dragged him into my room and screwed the poor guy. I was on top and from then on, he knew who wears the pants in the relationship! He know! He knows I'm the leader and I have him eating out of the palm of my hand! He's on his knees for me and that's how it's going to stay."

"That's shitty to do to him. He may love you, but no one should be treated like that," Roger hissed, grabbing her by the shoulders.

"He does it on his own." She whispered, not able to meet his stare.

"I'm going to tell him."

"Tell him what?" She growled, looking up with a jerk.

"That you're cheating."

"HA! That's a lie!"

"I think you're a lie."

She nearly spit in his face. "I'm the lie?"

"Yea," He breathed, holding her waist tightly.

"Then why are you the one fondling my sides?"

He gripped tighter, trying to keep her short attention-span. "I'm going to tell him."

"Go ahead." Maureen said, clearly not threatened and stepped away. "Well? Go. He won't believe you."

Roger hissed something threatening (Though she wasn't quite sure what) in her face before storming out of the loft. No one treated his friend like that -no, scratch that- his best friend. Not even Maureen Johnson. He knew her game too well.

A/N: Random plot bunny itching me for awhile. Had this little argument stuck in my head. Should I continue?