Disclaimer: Maureen isn't mine, nor is Mark, nor will, chances are, most of the characters in this story. They belong to Jonathan Larson. Believe me, if I was brilliant like he was I'd make up my own characters.
chapter one: deception
She burst into the loft, so racked by convulsions she could barely get the door open. Thank God, no one was home. Hands shaking uncontrollably, she made a straight line into Roger's room, to Roger's dresser. Almost sobbing with the relief she knew would come soon, she roughly pulled open the top right-hand drawer and rooted around in the back until she found what she wanted.
The needle plunged into her skin, and she slowly relaxed as the liquid flowed through her veins. She closed her eyes and smiled. Oh, so much better. She was very good at this. Better than Roger. But he just wasn't smart like she was.
Roger was messy about it, he left stuff around. She, she was careful. No one suspected, no one even thought about the possibility. Maureen...on drugs? Of course not. Maureen the health nut. Maureen, the ditz. Besides, even if she was, she wasn't subtle, wasn't sneaky enough to keep it covered up. Everyone would know within days. Right?
Wrong. She smiled slyly, very pleased with herself. She began to clean up, making sure everything went back exactly they way she found it. Not that Roger would notice, he was such a space cadet. But it never hurt to be careful...
She wasn't really in the habit of stealing Roger's drugs. But when she was short on cash, she knew she could always count on them to be there.
Maureen threw back her head and laughed, suddenly struck with the irony of it all.
Mark and Roger were such fools. Mark, because he was so preoccupied with his 'troubled' roommate, he never thought to look closely at his girlfriend. Sometimes she felt like he loved Roger more than he loved her.
And Roger. Roger was the real drama queen. If everyone just stopped paying attention to him, they would see. All Roger wanted was attention. That was his real drug. The chemicals were only the means he used get what he really wanted.
Then there was Maureen herself. The dumb blond. She was tricking them all.
.......
She had just closed the drawer when she heard the door slam. Oh, shit, how was she going to explain why she was in Roger's room??
"Hey! Anybody home?" It was Mark. Oh. Well, then, this wouldn't be a problem. She slipped out of the room and slinked up to Mark, glad she was wearing the skintight jeans and tight sweater she had chosen that morning. She slipped her arms around his neck.
"Hello pookie. Where have you been all this time, leaving me all by my lonesome self?" She pretended to pout. "Oh. Well, I was at CBGB's listening to Roger play. I looked for you...but you weren't around." He looked at her suspiciously. "Where were you, anyway?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "I was at rehearsal, silly. You know. That show I've just started?" While she had just started in a show, Maureen hadn't really been at rehearsal. She had been with the director, though...
"Oh. Okay." He believed her. He always did. Sometimes Maureen wanted to tell him just how pathetic he really was. Just how many times she'd told him an obvious lie and he'd accepted it, just because he wasn't man enough to face the truth. Sometimes he just made her sick. But she put up with him anyway. Because she needed the security he offered. It was nice to have someone to come home to every night. It really was the best deal anyone could ask for. No matter how many times he caught her cheating, she was always forgiven. So she could keep him as a security blanket, a toy to play around with whenever she felt like it, and still have fun with whoever else she might want.
"Hey!" cried Mark, suddenly realizing what had been bothering him. "Why were you in Roger's room?" "Me? Oh, I was..um, looking for an earring I lost the other day." She smiled and ran her fingers through Mark's hair, looking him directly in the eye. They were almost exactly the same height. "Besides," she kissed him, feather light, her lips barely touching his. "What trouble could I get into there?"
"Uh-um." His voice cracked and he blushed, a light pink on his pale cheeks. "Nothing, I guess." She smiled, cat-like, and kissed him again, this time harder. 'Right answer, pookie,' she thought.
The kiss ended, and he just stared at her dreamily, asking himself how in the world he had caught such a beautiful, sexy girl. The only question he asked more was why he put up with her.
Suddenly his face clouded, the spell broken and his suspicion flooding back. "But you never..." She stopped his mouth with another kiss.
"Mmm, Markie..." Her hands began to wander. "There's no one else home..." She was whispering close to his ear, and her tongue flicked out to lick it. "Ah, uh, um...yeah..." He gulped nervously. Somehow Maureen always managed to make him nervous. She was rejoicing. He was completely under her spell. "Come on, pookie..." She led him into their bedroom, kissing him while beginning to unbutton his shirt.
He didn't ask any more questions that night.
chapter one: deception
She burst into the loft, so racked by convulsions she could barely get the door open. Thank God, no one was home. Hands shaking uncontrollably, she made a straight line into Roger's room, to Roger's dresser. Almost sobbing with the relief she knew would come soon, she roughly pulled open the top right-hand drawer and rooted around in the back until she found what she wanted.
The needle plunged into her skin, and she slowly relaxed as the liquid flowed through her veins. She closed her eyes and smiled. Oh, so much better. She was very good at this. Better than Roger. But he just wasn't smart like she was.
Roger was messy about it, he left stuff around. She, she was careful. No one suspected, no one even thought about the possibility. Maureen...on drugs? Of course not. Maureen the health nut. Maureen, the ditz. Besides, even if she was, she wasn't subtle, wasn't sneaky enough to keep it covered up. Everyone would know within days. Right?
Wrong. She smiled slyly, very pleased with herself. She began to clean up, making sure everything went back exactly they way she found it. Not that Roger would notice, he was such a space cadet. But it never hurt to be careful...
She wasn't really in the habit of stealing Roger's drugs. But when she was short on cash, she knew she could always count on them to be there.
Maureen threw back her head and laughed, suddenly struck with the irony of it all.
Mark and Roger were such fools. Mark, because he was so preoccupied with his 'troubled' roommate, he never thought to look closely at his girlfriend. Sometimes she felt like he loved Roger more than he loved her.
And Roger. Roger was the real drama queen. If everyone just stopped paying attention to him, they would see. All Roger wanted was attention. That was his real drug. The chemicals were only the means he used get what he really wanted.
Then there was Maureen herself. The dumb blond. She was tricking them all.
.......
She had just closed the drawer when she heard the door slam. Oh, shit, how was she going to explain why she was in Roger's room??
"Hey! Anybody home?" It was Mark. Oh. Well, then, this wouldn't be a problem. She slipped out of the room and slinked up to Mark, glad she was wearing the skintight jeans and tight sweater she had chosen that morning. She slipped her arms around his neck.
"Hello pookie. Where have you been all this time, leaving me all by my lonesome self?" She pretended to pout. "Oh. Well, I was at CBGB's listening to Roger play. I looked for you...but you weren't around." He looked at her suspiciously. "Where were you, anyway?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "I was at rehearsal, silly. You know. That show I've just started?" While she had just started in a show, Maureen hadn't really been at rehearsal. She had been with the director, though...
"Oh. Okay." He believed her. He always did. Sometimes Maureen wanted to tell him just how pathetic he really was. Just how many times she'd told him an obvious lie and he'd accepted it, just because he wasn't man enough to face the truth. Sometimes he just made her sick. But she put up with him anyway. Because she needed the security he offered. It was nice to have someone to come home to every night. It really was the best deal anyone could ask for. No matter how many times he caught her cheating, she was always forgiven. So she could keep him as a security blanket, a toy to play around with whenever she felt like it, and still have fun with whoever else she might want.
"Hey!" cried Mark, suddenly realizing what had been bothering him. "Why were you in Roger's room?" "Me? Oh, I was..um, looking for an earring I lost the other day." She smiled and ran her fingers through Mark's hair, looking him directly in the eye. They were almost exactly the same height. "Besides," she kissed him, feather light, her lips barely touching his. "What trouble could I get into there?"
"Uh-um." His voice cracked and he blushed, a light pink on his pale cheeks. "Nothing, I guess." She smiled, cat-like, and kissed him again, this time harder. 'Right answer, pookie,' she thought.
The kiss ended, and he just stared at her dreamily, asking himself how in the world he had caught such a beautiful, sexy girl. The only question he asked more was why he put up with her.
Suddenly his face clouded, the spell broken and his suspicion flooding back. "But you never..." She stopped his mouth with another kiss.
"Mmm, Markie..." Her hands began to wander. "There's no one else home..." She was whispering close to his ear, and her tongue flicked out to lick it. "Ah, uh, um...yeah..." He gulped nervously. Somehow Maureen always managed to make him nervous. She was rejoicing. He was completely under her spell. "Come on, pookie..." She led him into their bedroom, kissing him while beginning to unbutton his shirt.
He didn't ask any more questions that night.