So yeah, originally a one-shot, but people liked it so I wrote more. I own nothing.
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"Who is THAT?" Mark asked, watching a girl he had never seen before crossing the cafeteria.
"No idea, but she's hot!"
"Yeah she is."
"I'd do her."
"I hope you're talking about me." April said taking a seat next to Roger and setting her tray down on the table.
"Of course." Roger said with a smile.
"April do you know her?" Mark asked, still staring at the mystery girl.
"You're gonna have to be a little more specific." She said turning to where Mark was staring.
"New girl, brown hair, red shirt. A really, really tight red shirt."
"Oh, that's Maureen."
"Maureen." Mark said with a smile.
"Yeah, she's in my math class."
"So she's younger than us?" Mark said, causing Roger to laugh.
"Hey!" She said, punching Roger in the arm. "I am not stupid, it's just those freshmen are really smart."
"Babe I'm in a higher math class than you. That's sad."
"It's just because you're a band geek."
"I am not a band geek."
"And everyone knows that band geeks are better at math."
"I'm not a band geek!"
"Yes you are, you sit in there and play your stupid xylophone an-"
"It's not stupid, it plays a very pivotal role in the overall sound of the band."
"As if anyone can actually he-"
"What's her last name?" Mark interrupted, unaware that they were even talking.
"Um…Johnson."
"Johnson. Maureen Johnson." Mark said still smiling, and still staring at her.
"I think someone's in love. And no, she's not younger than us, she the same age."
"You should go talk to her." Roger said, taking a sip of his chocolate milk.
"Who transfers to a new school in February of their senior year?"
"Why don't you go and ask her. She's certainly much better looking than all of your dance lesson groupies."
"Asshole." He said, glaring at Roger. He'd sworn him to secrecy.
"Dance lessons?" April said with a laugh.
"Oh yeah. Our Marky is a regular little Fred Astaire."
"My mom made me take them in November, and now the girls from it wont leave me alone." Mark explained quickly, knowing that his face was beat red.
"That's just because you're as cute as a little button." April said, reaching across the table and tapping his nose with her finger.
Mark rolled his eyes and stood up. "Look I've gotta go…do something. I'll see you guys in gym."
"Bye Marky." April called after him as he walked out into the hallway. "Where's he going?"
"I really don't wanna know."
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Mark sat next to Roger and April on the bleachers in the gym of their school. The three of them weren't paying attention to their teacher explaining the finer points of badminton. April and Roger were busy holding hands and whispering stuff into each other's ears. Mark, not wanting to puke up that lovely turkey-noodle-cheese thing from lunch, watched Maureen. She was sitting at the bottom of the bleachers twirling a racket around on the floor in front of her.
Mark didn't hear Mr. Blake tell them to get a partner, and by the time Roger shook him out of his daze, there were only a few people left, including Maureen.
With a push from Roger, he approached her.
"Do you uh, wanna be partners?"
"Sure!" She said with a smile. "I'm Maureen."
Score! "I'm Mark."
"Well, Mark, I must warn you that I'm not good at anything even remotely sporty."
"It's all good, neither am I." Well, that's one way to impress her Cohen!
She laughed as the headed over to find out what they were supposed to do.
About 20 minutes later Mark and Maureen were sitting on the bleachers watching the other people play as they waited for their next game. They lost the first two horribly, but laughed the whole time at how bad the actually were.
Come on Cohen, say something!
"Did you just move here?"
"Huh?" She asked turning to him.
"Well, I haven't seen you in town or anything."
"Oh, yeah. I just moved here from Long Island."
"I knew it."
"Is it really that easy to tell?"
"No. I mean, not really. Isn't this a weird time to start at a new school?"
"Yeah, but you gotta do what you gotta do."
"Hey Mark! Do you wanna touch my shuttlecock?" Mark heard Roger yell, before getting hit in the side of the face with a birdie.
"No Rog, I'm good." Mark said, throwing it back at Roger, who sat down on the other side of Maureen.
"Hi, I'm Roger." He said, extending his hand.
"Maureen." She said with a smile, shaking his hand.
"So Maureen, tell me about yourself."
"There's not much to tell."
"Come on. Hopes? Dreams? Aspirations?"
"Well…I like acting…so I guess I want to be an actress?"
"What a coincidence! My good friend Mark here is big in the drama department."
"Really?" She said, her face lighting up and she turned back to Mark.
"Well, I don't really act. I have horrible stage fright, I do a lot of stuff backstage with costumes and lighting and sounds and-"
"That's great! Are you guys doing any plays or anything right now?"
"We're doing, something. I forget what it's called. You can still audition for it though."
"Awesome. Hey, do you think that after school you could show me where I have to go to sign up and stuff?"
"Um, yeah, sure."
"You rock!" Maureen said leaning forward and giving Mark a hug. Mark looked at Roger who had a big smile on his face and was giving him the thumbs up sign. Mr. Blake blew his whistle, signifying that it was time to rotate the teams on the courts.
"Come on pookie!" Maureen said, grabbing Mark hand and leading him away.
Mark turned back to Roger and mouthed the word pookie. Roger shrugged and laughed as he watched his friend get dragged across the gym.