"December 31,1989. 4:00 PM, Eastern Standard Time. Roger and Mimi have been dating for almost a week," Mark narrates, his camera whirring. "To the common observer, it would appear that Mimi lives in our apartment, considering almost all of the clothes on roger's floor belong to her (This elicits a small giggle from Mimi), yet these two lovers still struggle to say those three most meaningful words: I love you."
"Mark, would you get the damn camera out of my face?" Mimi said, putting her palm to the lens.
You're sitting with her in your lap on the front stoop of your apartment building. Her long legs are wrapped around your waist, cheaply manicured hands running through your hair, and before Mark had shown up with his camera, she had been talking all cute and planting kisses on your rather impeccable jawline.
What a talent Mark had for ruining the moment. Every. Single. Time.
"Don't worry, I've got what I need. I'll just be out of your way now," Mark replies, sensing his presence was unwanted. The annoyed look you shot him seemed to help him get a clear message. He shuts off his camera and hurries inside.
Alone at last.
You breathe a sigh of relief before saying, "Where were we?", and leaning in to kiss Mimi's lips.
"I should tell you..." Mimi trailed off, once your kiss is broken. Her gaze shifts to the ground.
You look at her expectantly, cocking an eyebrow. "Tell me what?"
"Hmm. Never mind. It's nothing." Suddenly shy, she smiles innocently at you.
"Say it, baby. Just say it." You urge, taking her hand.
She shakes her head and takes a puff from the cigarette she's been holding.
"You're ridiculous. I know what you're going to tell me, so just say it already. Are you going to make me wait for the rest of my-"
You suppose you were sounding a bit whiny because she kisses you just to shut you up.
"I love you. Okay? There, I said it."
You're taken aback, not only by the surprise kiss but also by what Mimi had just said to you.
"I knew it," You manage to breathe out. "I mean, I love- I love you, too. Yeah. I do."
She giggles at your inability to speak. Most girls would find it incredibly geeky of you to get choked up in this kind of situation, but she finds nearly everything you do to be completely adorable, and this was certainly no exception.
"Got it!" Mark calls from above you, his camera out, as expected. You don't have a clue as to how much of that he got, but you're guessing it was a good chunk. The sneaky bastard.
"MARK!"