-1Authours Note:/ I bring to you yet another Mark/Roger story! I swear one day I'll write a Mimi/Roger story! Oh btw I own nothing. Carry on.
December 24, 1995.
10:05 eastern standard time.
God. I'm starting to sound like you.
Has my obsession really gone that far? I lean back against the couch with my eyes closed.
Darkness.
It's better than watching the two of you together.
"Aw look baby" Mimi whispers in my ear, I swat her away and continue to look anywhere but there. I look down at my guitar and fumble with the tuning pegs; I don't seek much in doing this other than finding a distraction. For some reason Mimi is obsessed with the idea of you and my little brother being some kind of thing.
"Rog" Mimi nudged me rather roughly, I glared at her for a second for forcing me to look your way, I don't think she saw me.
I rolled my eyes automatically and looked back to my guitar. Back-stabbing double crossing traitor. I'm obviously referring to my so called brother who is standing behind you with his hands covering your eyes, whispering something that I'm sure is moronic in your ear. It's not fair, that should be me, not Jake, he should have stayed in Detroit. Where he belonged.
"Roger" Mimi squeals my name, grasping my arm, I wanna throw her off the balcony, her constant gushing over You and Jake's apparent sweetness, it's giving me a migraine. "Aren't they cute?"
I glare at her for a second and slap her hand away "Fucking adorable" I mutter and look away once again. I don't care to see the two of you kissing; I like to pretend it doesn't happen, even though I can see Jake with his nasty hands all over your face as he's kissing you, out the corner of my eye. It's disgusting, and I don't mean just the kissing part, because that's pretty sick too, but really? How low can a brother sink?
It's not as if he didn't know that I was in love with you. I know for a fact that he knew. He even once provoked me to go tell you, but I chickened out. It's my own fault, I shouldn't be blaming him. It feels better to blame him though, to hate him for taking you away from me, something that I never had in the first place.
I suppose you were fair game after all. I'm engaged to Mimi, we're supposed to marry next spring. I don't understand why I'm acting like this, you've watched me move on with my life, for all you know, I don't see you that way, I've never seen you that way. You seem to be happy with Jake, and he's happier than I've ever seen, it's something I'm forced to admit. The people I love are both happier than I've seen them in a long time, as much as I don't like it, its true.
"What's your deal tonight Roger?" It was Mimi's turn to glare and punch me in the arm "It's always some shit with you- what is it this time?"
I simply gave her the cold shoulder and acted as if I didn't hear her, which, earned me a slap to my face, I peeled her hand away and stared at her for a moment before answering more politely than I should have, really I should be shouting at her at this point, but I'll keep my cool for once and be a good fiancé. "What?"
She tilts her head over to you and Jake, Jake is smiling and looking down at your entwined hands and kissing the back of it, I take note of the overly shiny silver glistening off your wrist. "Why aren't you happy for him?" She ask softly
I sigh and look away "I am happy for him"
"You don't seem to be" She steals another glance their way and I suppress an eye roll, they aren't that fucking cute. "I haven't seen Mark smile like that since before Angel…" She drifts off and I lift her chin up. I pause for a moment and realize that she's right, Mark was an utter and complete mess after Angel, though you tried your hardest not to show it around people, for some reason, you were different with me. I was one, maybe the only one, that you shed tears in front of.
"I know" I kiss her square on the lips and begin to fiddle with my guitar again. "I truly am…really"
"You say it" She started off again, though I wasn't really paying her any attention "but you don't mean it….what are you thinking about?" She finally said after she noticed I had stopped listening to her mindless female gibberish.
"Nothing" I frown
"You were thinking about something" she fires back
"Seriously Meems, nothing" I only half lie. I was watching Jake take you by the hand to his bedroom, kissing your wrists and neck all the while.
I was thinking of how I wish that were me. That I was the one leading you into my bedroom.
"No-one thinks about nothing Roger- fine don't tell me" she pouted and pulled away from me, finally.
"I wasn't planning on it"
She glared for a second, about to say something I'm sure was rude in a thick New York accent that she usually got when she got pissed at something, or rather someone. "Where's Mark and Jake?"
I shrugged and sat my guitar quietly on the floor next to me, pulling Mimi into my arms instead. "Wanna go out somewhere?" I asked with pleading eyes and a deadly smirk I knew she fell prey for every time. She nodded with a smile and I got up, taking her by the hand and leading our way out of the loft. I don't wanna be around when the two of you get vocal, and god knows you can wake up the lot of tent city.