Disclaimer: I do not own RENT. It's all from the wonderful mind of
Jonathan Larson. (Is this part getting really old to anyone else?)
Author's Note: I will try to update this as often as possible, but at the current moment I'm on vacation so it'll be hard to find time for posting and writing. Hopefully, there will be an update every two weeks. Also, the rating may change as the story progresses.
Chapter One: Tune Up #1
"Pookie, can you please get me a glass of water?" Roger said in a high-pitched voice as he fluttered his eyelashes.
Maureen hit him on the shoulder. "I do not sound like that!" she shrieked. Her face had on odd expression on it while she tried to maintain a straight face.
Roger grinned. "Sure you don't. Maureen." Shielding his shoulder from another hit, he got up from the couch. "I'm hungry. Do you two want anything?" He looked at Maureen and Mark, who was just getting over his laughter.
"I'd still like a glass of water," Maureen said.
"Right," Roger nodded, "and you, Mark?"
"A cup of tea is fine." Mark smiled.
Nodding once again, the guitarist said, "OK, so that's one glass of water and one cup of tea? Got it." He went to the kitchen, but turned around to look at Mark and Maureen, who were trying to keep their voices hushed.
"Mark," Maureen asked, "I don't sound like that, do I?"
"Well, no." Mark looked at her.
"Liar," she spat. "Why don't you jut tell me the truth?"
"But, Maureen, I am telling the truth!"
Maureen went to say something, but, fortunately, Roger came back with their drinks and a bowl of Cap'n Crunch for himself.
"Here we go," Roger set down the drinks. "One glass of water and one cup of tea." He smiled and sat down.
"Thank you, Roger," Maureen said, trying to sound polite. "But I'm not very thirsty anymore." She stood up. "I'm going for a jog." Giving Mark a look, she turned and walked out the door.
Roger watched her, then raised his eyebrows at Mark. When Mark didn't respond he spoke up.
"Spit it out, Cohen."
Mark sighed, knowing that he wouldn't get by Roger this time.
"Maureen and I. Well. We've had relationship problems lately." He looked at Roger, hoping that would be enough; he continued when he saw it wasn't. "She keeps accusing me of stupid little things that I'm not guilty of! And she's more demanding, too. And I think she's cheating one me, Rog. Or, at least, thinking about it."
Roger took in what Mark had just said.
"You know what, Mark?" Roger asked. "As the man in the relationship, you should be able to confront her about the cheating idea. But, since it's Maureen we're discussing. Better find more evidence pal. Or just dump her."
"Geez, Rog," Mark rolled his eyes, "you're really helpful."
Grinning, the musician nodded. "I know. It's what I'm here for."
The filmmaker simply sighed. "I think I'll go to the park. Maybe I'll find something to film." Mark paused for a bit. "This relationship would be so much easier if Maureen was more like you, Roger." He smiled at his best friend as he located his camera.
The room was silent for a few seconds until Roger said, "Right,,, I'm sure you'll figure out what to do with Maureen." He gave Mark a reassuring pat on the back and watched him leave. With nothing better to do, Roger got his guitar and began playing it.
Not even five minutes after Mark had left, Maureen came back.
"Is Mark here?" she asked Roger instantly.
Stopping in mid-strum, Roger looked at her. "Nice to see you, too, Maureen," he said. "No, Mark's not here; he went to the park. You just missed him by, like, five minutes."
"Good," Maureen sat next to Roger. "I need to talk to you. About my relationship with Mark."
Trying hard to hide his amusement, Roger set his guitar down.
"Really?" he asked. "Well, what's wrong? Maybe I'll be able to offer some advice."
"The thing is," Maureen started, "I don't feel that we're getting along very well lately. We're constantly arguing and he doesn't seem to be telling me the truth lately." Slight concern flashed in her eyes.
"Hmm. Well, I know Mark enough to assure you that he doesn't lie." Roger thought a bit more. "Or, perhaps, you two need some time away from each other."
Maureen hugged him.
"Thank you so much, Roger!" She squeezed him a bit. "I wish Mark could be more like you." Releasing the somewhat stunned musician, Maureen kissed him on the cheek and went to her room.
Roger shook his head to come back to reality.
"They both think I'd be a better significant other."
He picked up his guitar again and began to play it absent-mindedly.
Author's Note: I will try to update this as often as possible, but at the current moment I'm on vacation so it'll be hard to find time for posting and writing. Hopefully, there will be an update every two weeks. Also, the rating may change as the story progresses.
Chapter One: Tune Up #1
"Pookie, can you please get me a glass of water?" Roger said in a high-pitched voice as he fluttered his eyelashes.
Maureen hit him on the shoulder. "I do not sound like that!" she shrieked. Her face had on odd expression on it while she tried to maintain a straight face.
Roger grinned. "Sure you don't. Maureen." Shielding his shoulder from another hit, he got up from the couch. "I'm hungry. Do you two want anything?" He looked at Maureen and Mark, who was just getting over his laughter.
"I'd still like a glass of water," Maureen said.
"Right," Roger nodded, "and you, Mark?"
"A cup of tea is fine." Mark smiled.
Nodding once again, the guitarist said, "OK, so that's one glass of water and one cup of tea? Got it." He went to the kitchen, but turned around to look at Mark and Maureen, who were trying to keep their voices hushed.
"Mark," Maureen asked, "I don't sound like that, do I?"
"Well, no." Mark looked at her.
"Liar," she spat. "Why don't you jut tell me the truth?"
"But, Maureen, I am telling the truth!"
Maureen went to say something, but, fortunately, Roger came back with their drinks and a bowl of Cap'n Crunch for himself.
"Here we go," Roger set down the drinks. "One glass of water and one cup of tea." He smiled and sat down.
"Thank you, Roger," Maureen said, trying to sound polite. "But I'm not very thirsty anymore." She stood up. "I'm going for a jog." Giving Mark a look, she turned and walked out the door.
Roger watched her, then raised his eyebrows at Mark. When Mark didn't respond he spoke up.
"Spit it out, Cohen."
Mark sighed, knowing that he wouldn't get by Roger this time.
"Maureen and I. Well. We've had relationship problems lately." He looked at Roger, hoping that would be enough; he continued when he saw it wasn't. "She keeps accusing me of stupid little things that I'm not guilty of! And she's more demanding, too. And I think she's cheating one me, Rog. Or, at least, thinking about it."
Roger took in what Mark had just said.
"You know what, Mark?" Roger asked. "As the man in the relationship, you should be able to confront her about the cheating idea. But, since it's Maureen we're discussing. Better find more evidence pal. Or just dump her."
"Geez, Rog," Mark rolled his eyes, "you're really helpful."
Grinning, the musician nodded. "I know. It's what I'm here for."
The filmmaker simply sighed. "I think I'll go to the park. Maybe I'll find something to film." Mark paused for a bit. "This relationship would be so much easier if Maureen was more like you, Roger." He smiled at his best friend as he located his camera.
The room was silent for a few seconds until Roger said, "Right,,, I'm sure you'll figure out what to do with Maureen." He gave Mark a reassuring pat on the back and watched him leave. With nothing better to do, Roger got his guitar and began playing it.
Not even five minutes after Mark had left, Maureen came back.
"Is Mark here?" she asked Roger instantly.
Stopping in mid-strum, Roger looked at her. "Nice to see you, too, Maureen," he said. "No, Mark's not here; he went to the park. You just missed him by, like, five minutes."
"Good," Maureen sat next to Roger. "I need to talk to you. About my relationship with Mark."
Trying hard to hide his amusement, Roger set his guitar down.
"Really?" he asked. "Well, what's wrong? Maybe I'll be able to offer some advice."
"The thing is," Maureen started, "I don't feel that we're getting along very well lately. We're constantly arguing and he doesn't seem to be telling me the truth lately." Slight concern flashed in her eyes.
"Hmm. Well, I know Mark enough to assure you that he doesn't lie." Roger thought a bit more. "Or, perhaps, you two need some time away from each other."
Maureen hugged him.
"Thank you so much, Roger!" She squeezed him a bit. "I wish Mark could be more like you." Releasing the somewhat stunned musician, Maureen kissed him on the cheek and went to her room.
Roger shook his head to come back to reality.
"They both think I'd be a better significant other."
He picked up his guitar again and began to play it absent-mindedly.