The Talk:
A/N: This is a short story (about 3 chapters) that I got the idea for when two HIV positive people came and talked to my health class. I hope you like it!
Tina101
Chapter 1:
The small group of people broke away from their small circle of chairs in the center of the room. Mimi slid her small hand into Roger's perfectly. Roger kissed the back of her hand, silently expressing his love to her.
"Roger, Mimi, could I talk to you for a second about something?" Steve asked.
"Sure," Mimi replied. Roger turned to Collins, Angel and Mark.
"We'll catch up with you guys later," he said. The trio left eth community center to catch the next train home.
Steve was waiting to talk to Roger and Mimi off in a corner so their conversation would remain private. Everyone else was busy cleaning up.
"I have a favor to ask you two," Steve started. "I have this friend who's a high school health teacher. She was wondering if I could have someone come down to talk to her class about HIV."
"And you want us to go," Mimi finished. Steve nodded.
"If you don't mind, of course. I was actually hoping that you could talk about drugs and everything else too." Roger broke free of Mimi and jammed his hands deep in his pockets.
"Sure, we'll help," Mimi said. Roger shot her a look. "Just let us know when and where." Steve produced a folded piece of paper and handed it to Mimi.
"Everything you need to know is right here." Mimi stuck the piece of paper in her purse.
"Uh, Steve, wouldn't someone like Angel be better fit for something like this?" Roger asked rather uncomfortably.
"I really feel that you and Mimi would be able to connect better with the students. Sometimes you can tell when someone's right for a job, and I really believe that that's the case here." Roger sighed.
"Don't worry, you can you're friend that we'll be there," Mimi assured despite Roger's obvious reluctance.
"Thanks you guys. Now, I'll let you go, it's getting late." Roger and Mimi said goodbye to Steve, and they left to go home.
By the time Roger and Mimi got to the subway station, Mark, Collins and Angel had caught a train and were gone. Roger leaned against one of the pillars and waited for the next train to arrive. His hands were folded over his chest. Mimi went over to him and swung from his neck.
"Are you okay, babe?" she asked innocently. Roger had been in one of his moods ever since they had left Life Support.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Mimi wasn't convinced. She nuzzled Roger's neck and left a trail down to his chest. Roger abruptly pushed Mimi away. Mimi looked hurt. People were starting to fill up the station for the next train. Mimi grabbed Roger's hand.
"Talk to me, Roger," she pleaded. Roger slid his hand out of Mimi's.
"Not now," he snapped. Mimi shied away from Roger. The couple waited for the train separately and in silence.
On the train, Mimi curled up on her seat and leaned against the wall. Roger slouched down in the seat next to her. The train rocked back and forth, creating a soothing rhythm. Mimi playfully poked Roger's thigh. Roger grunted. Mimi sat up and ran her fingers through his hair.
"I love you," she said before kissing the edge of his mouth. Roger didn't move. It was obvious to Mimi that he was giving her the cold shoulder. She decided to see how far she could go with this. Chewing on her bottom lip, she straddled Roger's lap. "You know, Mr. Davis, this cold shoulder BS won't get you very far." Mimi ground her hips against Roger's to the best of her ability. She began to run her fingers through his long hair. "I was thinking of cutting your hair. You never take care of it, and it's always all over the place." Roger grabbed Mimi's waist and slid her off his lap.
"Stop it, Mimi. I'm really not in the mood to deal with these games." Mimi scowled. She knew why Roger was in this pissy mood.
"I'm sorry about volunteering us to talk to the high school."
"Not now. I just, not now, I don't want to talk about it right now." Mimi crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her seat. She hated when Roger got in one of these horrible mood, but it was just how he was.
When Roger got home, he threw his jacket on the chair near the door. Mimi sat on the bed with one of her legs tucked neatly under her.
"Roger, I'm sorry baby," she said. "I felt like we were doing the right thing. Don't you agree with me?"
"This is our personal lives we're talking about!" Roger yelled. "You just told Steve that we'd tell a class of high schoolers about what we did to get HIV!" Mimi got to her feet.
"It's the same thing we do at Life Support!" she reasoned rather loudly. "It's the exact same thing!"
"It's entirely different and you know it!"
"How!?" Mimi demanded. Roger froze. Mimi smirked. "Tell me how this is different than Life Support." Roger brushed past Mimi and began to get undressed for bed. "You can't, can you? You just want to be a selfish bastard!" Roger rounded on Mimi.
"I just don't feel comfortable telling a bunch of teenagers our life story! I would have liked it if we could have at least talked about it a little before you volunteered us."
"I said I'm sorry. I only wanted to help."
"Well, you can help me right now by leaving me the hell alone." With that said Roger climbed into bed and faced the wall. Shocked, Mimi stood in the kitchen area for several seconds. Finally, she grabbed her cigarettes and lighter and went out on the fire escape to giver Roger the space he'd so crudely demanded for.
Leaning against the wall, Mimi lit up a cigarette. She took a long drag from it and closed her eyes. She could feel her blood boiling over from Roger's remarks. He had a point though. There was a small pang of guilt in the pit of her stomach. She should have talked to him about volunteering. Mimi finished her cigarette and tossed it to the street below after checking to make sure that no one would get hit by it.
Mimi changed into one of Roger's band shirts and crawled into bed. It appeared as if Roger was fast asleep facing the wall. Mimi traced the tattoo on his bicep before sliding her hand across his chest. She kissed between his shoulder blades and rolled over so her back was to him. She wanted to give him his space. Little did she know that Roger was awake and had felt her. At the moment though, they both just wanted some space.