Mmmkay. So basically I'm really new still to the whole "Renthead" thing, but I'll try my best. So I stopped and wondered as I was watching the makeout-fest in the La Vie Boheme scene, I felt terribly bad for poor Mark. What if—Mark signed up on an online dating website hoping to finally find "the girl"? This fic will reveal all.

July 11, 2002 3:42 p.m. Eastern Standard Time

Mark's blonde eyebrows knitted together as he typed furiously at the silver keyboard. Moreover, he was furious at typing. Mark wasn't what you would call "fast" at typing. He was fucking slow. He was in the Village Public Library a few blocks down, using their computers. What? Did you really think Roger and he could afford a computer with internet access when they couldn't even pay the rent? Thought so.

Orientation? Was the next question on the sign up page. Mark clicked the scroll down list and chuckled as he read the options, "Straight", "Gay", "Lesbian", "Bisexual", "Not Sure", and "No Answer". He had friends that applied to almost every choice, and he was lucky. Most people in America these days didn't have that luxury, and yes, it was a luxury. Without a moments hesitation though, he clicked straight and sailed through the rest of the application questions before summiting the page.

He sighed and leaned back in the rickety chair, rubbing his temples. He wasn't sure if what he had just done was a good thing or a bad thing. But hell, what would it hurt, right?

"Mark?"

Mark swiveled in his chair and saw Mimi standing not to far off with a large stack of books in her hands.

"Hey, Mimi. What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Mimi dropped her books on a nearby desk and pulled up a chair next to him.

Mark craned his neck and scanned the titles spotting a few familiar names here and there like, "Charles Dickens", "George Orwell", "Mark Twain", and Henry James's "The Turn of the Screw".

"I'm here using the internet. You?"

Mimi's dark eyebrows arched in surprise, "Why?"

"No reason." Mark reached over discreetly hoping to click out of the page, but Mimi caught him.

"Oh no, Mark." Mimi squealed, "A dating service? You don't need to get the internet to get a girl!"

"Well it seems like every girl I've met has died, dumped me for a woman, or cheated on me. I've never had anything relatively serious, and I'm getting desperate!"

"You're username is lame though. Filmmastermark is the best you could come up with?"

"Hey!" Mark playfully slapped her, "there are millions of users on this site. How many options do you think I had?"

Mimi laughed loudly, and then quieted remembering she was in a library.

"So why are you here, and what's up with the heavy reading?" Mark tapped the hard leather covers of the books.

"Oh, school." Mimi said nonchalantly.

It had been almost two years since her near death, and Mimi finished her last year of high school, and was now starting at a local community college.

"Really? In the summer?"

"Summer reading."

"I thought you were just getting a general degree."

"Well," Mimi shifted uncomfortably, "I changed my mind."

"Really? What are you studying?"

"English Literature."

Mark couldn't help it, but his eyebrows shot up involuntarily. "Really? Never took you for much of a reader."

Mimi leaned forward with a coy smile on her lips, "Never took you to be much of an online dater."

"Touché." Mark muttered turning back to the webpage, "Oh look! Two new messages!" He cried, trying to sound enthusiastic.

"Mark," Mimi stopped him, "Please, just leave the internet. We'll find you a lovely living, breathing, REAL girl here on planet earth okay? I swear."

Mark sighed, defeated, and clicked out of the webpage. "Fine," he picked up his usual leather bag and camera, "For you."

X

"WINE AND BEER!" the gang shouted at an unfortunate waiter at the Life Café.

The gang laughed, seeing that was one of their favorite phrases. Once everyone had been served Roger stood up and whistled loudly, to get everyone's attention.

"Everyone! Please, I have an important announcement." The singing and raucous laughing stopped and everyone looked at him expectedly.

"As you know, Mimi and I have been together for nearly three years now."

Everyone simultaneously nodded their heads.

Pushing his chair aside, Roger got by Mimi and bent down on one knee pulling out a small velvet box. He flicked it open and revealed a large sparkling diamond, "Will you marry me?"

Everyone shouted for joy and Mimi's ears turned four shades of red. She let out a loud yes and hugged him tightly.

"Roger, the ring must have been so terribly expensive!" She whispered in his ear.

"Why do you think it took me three years?" Roger whispered back and Mimi giggled.

Everyone was dancing and laughing…all but one.

Mark stayed firmly planted in his chair. Now, he was officially alone.

Mmmkay there is our intro! Please review and tell me what you think!