chapter 3! :D hope you like it! BTW, there's a lot of shouting and fighting in this chapter, so be prepared!

(two months later)

Mark and Andrea sat on the couch and sighed. It was 5:00pm, and they weren't planning on going anywhere that unusually hot May afternoon.

"Mimi's got Roger for the night I suppose…" Mark said.

"At least they'll be going at it down there and not up here!" Andrea said, relieved, "You can't believe how awkward it is to hear my brother in the middle of sex!"

"He's like a brother to me, so yes I can! And yes it's very awkward."

"Man, Roger would explode if he walked in on me doing what he's doing. Or if I was even kissing a guy!"

Mark blushed as his thoughts wandered to what it would be like to kiss Andrea. He quickly got up and began digging through the cupboards trying to decide what to make for dinner.

As if sensing his search, Andrea said, "I have money, we could get some takeout or something"

"Sounds great, Chinese?"

"Of course!"

Mark called the place and asked for delivery. Then he sat back down on the couch with Andrea. With a quick burst of confidence, Andrea leaned sideways until she had her head on his shoulder. He stiffened a bit but didn't protest.

Andrea yawned, "I'm kinda sleepy…"

He leaned his head down atop hers, "Me too."

A loud banging was heard echoing up the stairs and Andrea gave him 20 dollars to pay the takeout guy. They ate in silence, occasionally hearing a moan from downstairs but they tried their best to ignore it.

"So, we're done eating… now what?" asked Andrea.

"We could watch my only completed film?"

"Sure!"

Mark took a few minutes to set up the projector, and then drew the large curtains shut. The two sat together on the couch as the images of that fateful year played across the screen. Mimi and Roger in the park, Maureen laughing, Collins and Angel sitting on the fire escape… it all flashed by like a memory of only the good parts of 1990. By the end, tears were falling from Andrea's face.

"Mark, that was incredible!" the tears cascaded down her cheeks; they seemed to sparkle in the white glow of the projector.

"Don't cry," he whispered, brushing his finger on her cheek and wiping away the tears. I shouldn't be doing this… Mark thought as their lips got closer and closer before finally connecting. A rush of joy filled both of their bodies as they kissed. Parting, they looked away from each other.

"I-" Mark stuttered.

"Um-" Andrea began.

"You can-" they both said at the same time and laughed.

"I've had a crush on you since I visited when I ran away back when I was 15." Andrea said blushing.

"I-um… Well, you were always amazing since I met you, but with you living here with me and Roger… I just…"

Andrea cut him off with a kiss, "I get it, indescribable, right?"

"Heh, Exactly." Mark chuckled before kissing her again. Their hands wandered to each other as they began to shuffle towards Andrea's bedroom. Clothes began flying to the floor as they tumbled into bed together for a night filled with passion.

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Andrea walked out of her room wearing Mark's maroon and blue sweater, a pair of underwear, and monkey slippers. Stumbling towards the coffee maker, she poured herself a cup and sipped it happily standing at the great windows and gazing out onto the street below. After a while, Mark wandered out of her room in his boxers and a plain tank top, mumbling about coffee. Andrea giggled and poured him a cup. He sipped it and opened his eyes a bit more. Gently leaning down, they shared a brief but tender kiss.

"We should probably get dressed," Mark said between pecks, "Roger could come upstairs any minute."

"Screw Roger…" Andrea kissed him passionately on the lips, "Besides, he always wakes up late anyway-"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!?!" Roger yelled from the doorway.

"Roger!" the two screamed and instantly jumped two feet apart.

"I leave you alone with my little sister for a night and you FUCK HER?!?! What, did you think that I wouldn't give a shit!?"

"Roger, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Mark apologized profusely.

"Mark! Don't be sorry! Roger's the one who should be sorry! Roger why the hell does it matter to you?!" Andrea screamed back.

"You're my little sister! It's my job to take care of you!"

"I'm nineteen now, Roger! I can take care of myself! Why do you care if Mark and I have sex? Wouldn't you rather it be him than some creep you've never met?!"

"Well, I would've liked to have some sort of warning! And Mark! Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you would explode on me like this! You gotta listen to Andrea, let her be!"

"You have no right to tell me how to treat my little sister!" Roger said, getting closer to Mark by the second.

"Well maybe I do since I've been in love with her for half a year!"

And with that, Roger punched Mark.

"Mark!" Andrea ran to his side.

"Fuck… I'm ok…" Mark said rubbing his jaw.

"Nice job, Roger!" Andrea said with ice in her tone.

Roger stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

"Andrea… I'm so sorry. I… We… we shouldn't have done what we did."

Silent tears fell down her cheeks, "No, Mark, don't be so apologetic, I love you, and I don't regret one thing."

He pulled her closer to him as they both tried to understand the interaction with Roger.

"I'll get you some ice, for your mouth." Andrea said, awkwardly ending the embrace.

"I'm going to go change…" Mark wandered towards her bedroom, searching for the clothes he left there the previous night.

Once the two had freshened up, Andrea began cooking some eggs on the hot plate. Mark sat at the table with ice on his aching jaw. A knock came from the door.

"If its Roger, then fuck off!" Andrea said.

"It's me." Mimi said, walking in.

"Hey Mimi."

"I just want to apologize for Roger, because he's being a real dickhead right now and brooding downstairs. I'll try and talk some sense into him, but I probably won't get far. Andrea, he's making you move in downstairs and Mark, you are no longer allowed to enter my apartment if Andrea's alone inside. Sorry lovebirds!" She said exiting the apartment.

Andrea sighed, "Typical Roger."

"Tell me about it…"

The two ate in silence, neither really knowing how to comfort the other. Afterwards, Andrea went to her room and began packing up her things into her duffel bag. Mark stood in the doorway, watching her sadly over a cup of coffee. As she finished, she glanced up at Mark lovingly. He looked away and she frowned. Walking past him with her things she headed for the door.

"Wait." Mark set his coffee on the table.

Andrea immediately dropped her stuff, turned around, ran and jumped on him, kissing him feverishly. He caught her and held her up, desperately wishing that the moment would never end. But it did. The passion died down, and he carefully let her down. She hugged him tightly. He kissed her forehead and she got her things and walked downstairs to Mimi's apartment.

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(Two months later)

Roger had moved in with Mimi and Andrea downstairs. He made sure that Andrea never went anywhere near the upstairs apartment. The only time Roger would allow her and Mark to be within 20 feet of each other was at their dinners at the Life Café. And it happened to be one of those nights.

Andrea walked into the café and took a seat next to Collins and Joanne. Roger and Mimi Came in and sat in the seats across from her so that Mark had to sit on the end furthest from Andrea.

Why are they always doing this? Andrea thought, I feel so awful to have caused my brother to lose his best friend… She sighed and stared sickly at Roger and Mimi cuddling.

At the other end of the table, Mark was thinking the exact same thing. He then noticed Andrea glance at him as she got up to use the bathroom. Roger was too preoccupied with Mimi to notice that Mark got up and followed her.

In the little nook by the bathrooms, Mark hugged Andrea tightly.

"I miss you so, so much…" She whispered into his chest.

"Me too…"

"I think I'm going to get my own apartment."

"Really? Will Roger let you?"

"Screw Roger. I'm 19, plus I have actually been selling art lately, so I have extra cash. Besides, then I can see you more."

"Where were you thinking?"

"There's an apartment free just upstairs here at the Life that's not too expensive. I just need to get some cheap furniture, which I can dip into my bank account for."

"When are you going to break the news to him?"

"I don't know yet. I'm thinking I'll get everything ready and then just leave him a note."

"Very passive-aggressive… I like it." He smiled at me, "We should probably head back before they suspect something."

"Ok, I'll go first; you count to 42 and then come." She said, gently kissing him one last time before walking out to the table. Mark joined them and they ate and talked well into the night.