Why Everyone Should Listen To Maureen

Marky?

Roger:

"Anyway, so... I find out, the creepy guy who was watching me all night was actually this guy I went to high school with! God, Rog, I am such a ditz, I didn't even recognize him until he picked me up and spun me around going 'Mimi Marquez! God, I was just wondering what happened to you!' And, he really wasn't creepy at all, I was just completely overreacting."

I laugh at how excited Mimi is to tell me all about her work. She's such a sweetheart, I really do love her. I'm not sure what I can say, so I just hold her happily in my lap. I rest my head on her shoulder, gently kissing along her neck. Mimi seems perfectly content with this as she just keeps talking.

I'm glad she had a good night at-

Just then, the door slams opens. I'm immediately startled out of my thoughts as Mark walks through the door. He looks uncomfortable... Maybe because he thinks he's interrupting Mimi and me?

"Hey Marky!" Mimi smiles brightly at him and jumps off my lap, effectively breaking the tension. "How'd the telling Maureen go?"

The smile that was playing at the edges of his mouth disappears at that. "It... went." He manages a stiff nod, then looks at me. "Roger? I need to... uh... talk to you."

I shrug and stand up. "Sure, buddy. What is it?" I can't help but be a little concerned. He looks so serious, which does make sense, since he already came out today. Mark doesn't have that many secrets!

Hmmm... he doesn't seem comfortable with that still. This doesn't make sense! I'm confused, this is a kid I've known since high school and all of a sudden he's all weird. "Rog? Could we maybe... talk in your room?" He nods at Mimi and I shrug.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, Mimers." I smile and leave over, gently kissing Mimi's forehead. She twines her arms around my neck and lightly kisses my mouth before squeezing my hands and letting me go.

I'm still really confused, but I follow Mark into my bedroom anyway. He sits me down on the bed and stares at me for a minute. "Mark...? Buddy, you're scaring me. What's up?"

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Mimi:

I pout a little, sitting on the couch.

I lay down on the couch, still pouting.

I roll over onto my stomach and kick my legs a little against it.

What's taking them so long!?! Mark and Roger have been in there for almost 10 minutes! I'm bored! I don't see what Mark can have to say that's so important to say, we both already know that he's gay!

I look up in surprise as suddenly loud, rambunctious, male floats through the wall. What is this? Why are they laughing? Why am I not included? It's not fair!

I run over to Roger's door and pound on it. "Guys? Guys, what are you laughing at? I want in! I wanna know the plaaaaaan! Guuuuuuys?" After much whining, the door opens and Roger's standing there with a very serious expression on his face. Ugh, I can't tell if that's real or not. "Guys?" I ask again, in a tiny voice.

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Author's Note: La la laaaa, apparently I can't leave well enough alone, so this is getting longer.

Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, plot is and... erhm... the beach creates many ideas, which is also a gimmick that belongs to me.

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