A really quick oneshot just because I was bored and Maureen and Mark are so much fun to write about. Please review! )
Disclaimer: Maureen, Collins, Mark, and the Camera do not belong to me.
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Mark made a hurried call to Maureen's apartment and tapped his foot impatiently when she didn't answer on the first ring. On the third ring, she picked up and he sighed, glad that she was home.
"Hello?" she said. She did not, unfortunately, have Caller ID.
"Hi, Maureen," he said impatiently, "Look, I--"
"Mark?" she asked.
"Yes, yes, this is Mark. Look, I need--" he started again.
"Hi, Mark!" she squealed. She had only met him about a month ago through her best friend, Collins. When Collins had come over the day before, Mark had tagged along. She thought he was pretty cute and she could tell that he liked her.
"Maureen. Please," he was getting a bit frustrated now. "I need to get--"
And, as luck would have it, Maureen, her apartment still littered with boxes she had yet to unpack, tripped over one of them and went sprawling. As she fell, her foot caught on the phone line and jerked it from the wall.
She cursed loudly and clutched her toe.
Mark also spouted profanities when his phone no longer transmitted Maureen's voice, just the busy signal.
After a few moments of overdramatic whimpers, Maureen's stubbed toe felt better and she examined her phone line. The plastic end that went into the wall, damn it, was in several pieces. She hoped that whatever Mark had needed wasn't all that important and went to take a shower.
Mark, meanwhile, was fruitlessly trying to call her back. He couldn't believe that he had misplaced his camera, but it couldn't be helped. He just hoped that he was right in thinking that he had left it at her apartment the day before, and he hoped that she wouldn't mind him stopping by to get it.
Maureen had forgotten the whole incident by this point, so when there was a knock on her apartment door, she called from her shower, "Come on in, it's unlocked." After all, who could it be but Collins, and he was gay so it hardly mattered if he saw her in a towel.
Mark found that she was right about the door being unlocked and went inside. He heard water running but saw Maureen nowhere, so he sat down. Only a moment later, the water cut off and Maureen stepped from the bathroom.
"Sorry, Collins," she said, "I was just taking a…" her eyes fell on Mark. "Oh," she said simply.
He couldn't stop staring. She was wearing a very short towel; it only just fell to her upper thighs, and it awakened all sorts of things in his mind. He found himself fervently dreading, and hoping, that she would bend over. He knew he was flushing deep red but she, while looking a bit surprised, didn't seem at all embarrassed.
"What's up?" she asked, as calmly as if they were discussing their favorite golfer.
"Wow," he said, still staring, "I mean, um. I mean, I think I left my camera here?" he hadn't meant for it to be a question, but God, those legs were distracting.
"I haven't seen it," she said, amused by his face and still making no move to cover herself.
Oh shit, he thought. If his camera wasn't here, she would think he had only come to see her in a towel.
"Well. I, um. I guess I should be going," he said.
"Ok," she said with a grin, "Nice to see you. I hope you find your camera."
"Nice to see you too," he mumbled as he left, thoughts still on forbidden things.
So cute! thought Maureen as she put on some clothes.
