Author: Alyssa
Rating: T-(some language)
Summary: Mimi wants to go to a dance, but Roger resists.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. All the credit goes to Jonathon Larson.Dances Suck
Dances Suck
"Come on Roger. Let's go!" Mimi exclaimed walking out of the bedroom in the loft and into the living room.
Looking up from the couch Roger took in Mimi's 70's style and shook his head. "I really don't want to go." Roger told his girlfriend and he watched her smiled shrink off of her face.
"Why?" She asked taking off the afro that she was wearing and she sat next to Roger on the couch.
"Dances suck that's why." Roger told Mimi and she let out a laugh at him.
"Yeah, I already knew that." Mimi responded smiling at her boyfriend holding his guitar.
"Then why are we going?" He asked her looking over at her with those eyes that always made Mimi weak.
"Because, it's fun." She told him shifting her position on the couch. "You do know what that means right?" She asked him earning herself a glare from Roger.
"Yeah I know. I just hate dances." He told her again and Mimi nodded her head, spilling her long black hair over her shoulders.
"I know but everyone is going to be there. Mark, Maureen, Johanne, Collins. It'll be fun to be out with the friends." She told Roger hoping she'd convince him to go, it was something she had been waiting for for awhile. It was fun, and that's what their group needed, a night of harmless fun.
"Me and dances just don't mix." Roger shot back while he started to strum on his guitar again.
"Come on Roger! Dances don't mix for anyone." Mimi protested trying her hardest to drag Roger in. The 70s dance was lame, everyone knew it, but it was fun and that's why everyone went.
Nodding his head Roger strummed another chord on his guitar, "I know, I know." He responded and Mimi couldn't tell if he was still against it or not.
"So…?" Mimi asked drawing out the 'o' in the word longer then it was intended.
"So nothing, let's stay home. Watch a crappy movie or something." Roger stated and Mimi rolled her eyes at Roger, he was really impossible sometimes.
"You're impossible!" She let out and she stood up off the couch. "Just strum on your damn guitar." He told him and walked back into the bedroom to take off her 70s outfit. He really was impossible, even though everything had been running pretty smoothly since Angel died, Roger still wanted to do nothing more then sit in the fucking loft and strum out songs on his guitar.
Sighing angrily to herself Mimi threw the fake afro on the bed and sat down next to it. Fighting back the tears that wanted to swarm out of her eyes Mimi heard the door open and she knew it was Roger. "Meems." He let out and she looked up at him, the tears now flowing down her face.
"What?" She asked him, her guard now up.
"I'm sorry." Roger told her and knelt down in front of her.
"Really?" Mimi asked him crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Yeah, I am. I'm an idiot." He told her and Mimi shook her head in protest.
"You're a hell of a lot more then an idiot." She told him anger piercing her words.
Roger nodded his head and lightly touched the ends of Mimi's dark hair. "Yeah I know. I'm a selfish fuck." He corrected himself and watched as Mimi cracked a smile.
"Yes you are." Mimi agreed now laughing.
"Okay, I'll go to the dance. But it doesn't mean we'll have fun…and I'm not wearing-" But before Roger could finish Mimi plopped the afro on his head and she let out a laugh.
"You won't wear what?" Mimi asked still laughing.
"You're in trouble." Roger let out and he jumped on top of Mimi, knocking them both down on the bed.