A/N: I was bored out of my mind the other day and had a little plot bunny. It's a random work in progress, but hey what can you do? I think the idea of them all as seven year olds is adorable. And I have another cute thing planned out for later chapters. Hm, anyway... It's mini Mark/Maureen and Mimi/Roger. How cute.
Disclaimer: I don't own emotion, I Rent. D
Seven year old Mimi Marquez had not been so nervous since the first day of summer camp. It was nerve wracking enough just going somewhere she'd never been to spend the weekend with her summer camp friend, Maureen Johnson, but she'd insisted Mimi meet her friends too. The boys she was meeting were just so highly esteemed, that, well, she didn't want to mess it up.
"Adios, mama." The litter girl said, pulling her twice her size bag from the seat next to her, running from the car. Well, running as best she could with the huge bag weighing her down. Bringing a tiny hand up to the doorbell, Mimi gingerly pushed the button to sound the bell.
Soon after the sound of the bell, the sound of footsteps and multiple children bounding toward the door could be heard. "Mimi!" A girl's voice called as the door swung open, faster than you could say hi.
In the doorway stood a girl with auburn hair, a few inches taller than her. "Maureen!" Mimi replied, dropping her bag and embracing her friend. Maureen paused before introducing her two friends behind her. "That's Mark. He's mine." She announced, pointing to a small, bespectacled blond boy who was grinning bashfully. "And that's Roger. He's a cranky pants today." Maureen continued, pointing to the other little boy with dirty blond hair that fell around his ears.
"I am not a cranky pants. You just keep making us play house and I don't want to be the kid anymore!" the dirty blond boy whined, crossing his arms and frowning.
Maureen rolled her eyes and grabbed Mimi's wrist, pulling her and the large bag inside. "MOOOOOOOOOOM!!! Mimi's here!" She called, instructing her friend to drop the bag by the door and come downstairs to play. "Roger, you /have/ to be the kid! I'm the mommy cuz I said so, Marky's the daddy cuz he's mine... so you get to be the kid."
Roger frowned and glared down at Maureen, being a few inches taller than her. "Well I don't want to play house. It's too girly." He announced, scowling at his friend's basement where the controversial game of house was played.
Having found the perfect opportunity to befriend Maureen's friends, Mimi smiled and took a step closer to the unhappy boy. "I'll play with you." She offered with a smile. "She wasn't sure what games that Maureen had that wouldn't be girly, but it was worth a try.
The other two gaped at her for a moment before the smaller blond boy spoke up for the first time. "Roger likes cars." Mark announced. "And TV. But that's it."
"Not true." Roger replied. "I'd play a doctor too, that's not girly."
Mimi brightened. Maureen would surely have a doctor play set. Even /she/ had a doctor play set. "Do you have a doctor kit?" She asked, looking around the room for signs of the possible doctor set.
Maureen frowned, having trouble grasping the fact that both Mimi and Roger didn't want to play house. "Over there. In the drawer." She answered, pointing toward a small brown drawer next to the closets.
"Play doctor with me?" Mimi asked again, skipping over to the drawer, pulling out a doctor kit in a blue Sesame Street bag with a yellow snap handle.
Roger frowned. Normally, he would have said no. He was slightly shy around people he didn't know- and there was no question, he definitely didn't know her. But the way she was grinning, he hardly wanted to let her down. "Sure." He replied, taking the kit from her small outstretched hands. "I'll be the doctor." He offered, smiling slightly.
Beaming, Mimi took his free hand on impulse and pulled him over to Maureen's play table in the corner, away from where Mark and Maureen were now playing school. Then again, you could really only expect that from Maureen. She sat herself down on the flat plastic table top and set her feet on the lower piece of plastic which she assumed was what was really meant for sitting on. "Doctor Roger I think I need a check up." She giggled, flattening her brown skirt out to its full length at her knees.
Roger grinned and opened up the little doctor kit. He was beginning to warm up to the idea of playing with her. "What comes first?" He asked, looking at the little plastic stethoscope, the fake needle for fake shots, fake band aids for the fake shots and a plastic reflex hammer. Everything he needed to give her a check up, only which came first? Shots were last, he knew that... Deciding he didn't really care, he grabbed the little red reflex hammer and stared at it for a moment. "I think I'm supposed to hit your knee with this." He told her, realizing it had been quite a long time since he'd actually gone for a check up.
"You're going to hit me?" Mimi asked wide eyed, staring at the little red hammer. "In the knee?" She added, looking down at her knee before at him.
The dirty blond boy shrugged and looked at the hammer. "Hey Mark, what do you do with this?" He asked, holding up the plastic toy, knowing his friend would probably know the answer. Mark always seemed to be very alert and aware of more things than either of his two friends... Well as alert and aware as a seven year old could be.
Mark pried himself up from the very small desk and chair that Maureen had surely had for at least three years and walked over to the pair by the table, glad to have escaped Maureen for a second. "It tests your reflexes." He said smartly. "Mimi has to sit over the other side so her feet don't touch anything and you hit her knee, but not too hard, and if she kicks right away she has good reflexes." He continued explaining, pointing to the side of the table Mimi was supposed to sit off.
"What's a 'reflexes'?" Roger asked, watching Mimi move to the other side of the table and let her legs dangle off the side.
The small blond boy shrugged and shook his head. "I don't know, but that's what my mommy told me last time I went to get a check up." He replied.
Roger nodded and moved in front of Mimi with the hammer. "Like this?" He asked his friend who was now standing next to him, in front of the small girl as well. He took the hammer and hit her knee with it, not to hard, but hard enough that it would work. And work it did. Mimi's leg shot up immediately, coming in direct contact with Mark's stomach.
"OW." Mark said, stumbling back slightly, causing Roger to laugh.
"Dummy, you shouldn't have been standing there." He said, putting the plastic red hammer down on the table next to the little blue bag.
Mimi's eyes widened and she blushed slightly. "Sorry Mark! I didn't mean to kick you, it just sort of happened." She said quickly, jumping up to make sure he was okay. It all turned out well, Mark was okay, Mimi didn't feel so guilty anymore and Roger stopped laughing and could breathe again.
"MARKY!!!" Maureen called from back by the little desk and chair. "MARKY I STILL HAVE TO TEACH YOU THINGS!" She yelled, crossing her arms and stamping her foot angrily. Maureen couldn't be left alone for too long, who knew what she would do without the proper attention.
Mark reddened and looked down for a moment. "Coming Maureen." He replied quietly, shuffling back over to his place at the desk. Whipped already at seven years old.