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Mark fallowed Maureen through the prison like front doors of their school grabbing a hold of her hand so they didn't get separated through the crowed heading towards the gym for the Junior Prom. "Hey Mo...? Maureen?" She finally turned and looked over her shoulder at Mark. "Wait for a second I thought I saw –"
"What Pookie?" Maureen said pulling him into the gym.
Mark flinched slightly at the too loud, cheesy music being played and shrugged. "I said I thought I saw Roger!" He said loudly moving closer to Maureen. She nodded slightly and looked around for a moment. She had seemed colder towards him lately. He wasn't sure if he had done anything wrong or if she was starting to not like him anymore. But she didn't seem to want to be around him as much anymore.
They had been dating for a pretty long time. They were older now and they seemed to be growing apart. Was it true that when you got out of high school you didn't keep you're same friends? His older sister had told him that. He had never believed her because he, Maureen, and Roger were all supposed to move to New York after school to make it big. The three of them in fact had been planning it since they stepped foot into this horrid high school. He was sure that Maureen of all people would never back out.
"Hey Pookie," She said leaning in closer to him to speak in his ear, "Why don't you go talk to Rog for a few. I'm going to head off to the bathroom."
Before Mark could answer he watched Maureen turn her back on him and walk away. He gazed at the place she had just left then sighed and turned around walking out of the school to find Roger. He walked up beside his best friend who was sitting on a ledge behind a wall smoking a cigarette. "Hey."
"Hey," Roger replied, "Where's Maureen?"
"Bathroom?" Mark said and shrugged. He had doubted that she actually went to the bathroom. She probably just wanted to get away from him. They had just gotten to the dance and she already ditched him. He shook his head slightly and sat down next to Roger. "I think she wants to dump me." He looked up at his friend who smiled and nodded his head slightly but stayed silent. "You nod?"
"Yes, Mark, yes I nod." He said. "Not because I agree with you. But because you've been saying that for a while now. I know you think that."
"She's been acting strange."
"She's Maureen. Of course she's acting strange."
Mark backed up slightly and stared at Roger for a few moments before shaking his head and looking back down at his hands. He was sort of right. Maybe it was a phase. She had tons of them. A month ago the only shoes she wore were ruby slippers like the ones in the Wizard of Oz. That was strange. But that was different. "I don't know Roger."
"Well, Cohen... I really don't know what to tell you. I just think you're reading to much into it buddy."
He watched Roger throw his cigarette to the ground and stand up patting his shoulder before leaving him alone to ponder. He sat there for a while. A minute, an hour, a few hours. He wasn't sure where the time went but he finally snapped out of his thoughts when someone sat down next to him. He looked up at Maureen who smiled at him.
"I've been looking for you." She said.
She leaned her head on his shoulder and Mark let out a quiet sigh. He was sure she had been. He couldn't help feeling the sarcasm dripping off that thought. How long had she been in the bathroom? An hour? Yeah right. "Oh." Was all he was able to get out.
"Mark...?"
Mark turned his head and looked at Maureen. No Pookie? He wasn't sure weather that was a good sign or a bad sign. Funny how he used to like that nickname too. But now it usually just meant that she wanted him to do something. Or that she thought he was being jealous when apparently he had no right to be. "Yes?"
"...I love you."
Mark blinked a few times and turned away from her. What? He felt Maureen take his chin in her hand and press her lips to his. She pulled away and smiled at him. He gave her an unsure smile back. What? She leaned against him again and pulled his arm around her shoulder. Mark looked forward and shook his head slightly. What? He let out another sigh and shook his head.
"I'm bored. Let's go somewhere else."
"Where?"
"I don't know." Maureen said. "We could... go to my house."
Raising his eyebrows Mark sent a curious look in her direction. She wasn't with him all night and now she wanted him to go back to her house. A phase. He wasn't sure if he could take much more of dating Maureen. She was way to confusing for him. "Maureen I-"
"Something bothering you Mark?"
"Well yeah..." Mark said standing up. He watched Maureen give him a taken aback look before looking slightly hurt. "You ditched me-"
"I did not."
"And you took how long to find me?"
"I've been looking for you."
Mark crossed his arms and frowned. Sure she had been. "You could have asked Roger." Maureen sat back down on the bench glaring up at Mark.
"Well sorry. What did you want me to do? Leave you out here? Or Make you stay inside with me?"
"What?"
"Mark, hello, I'm not stupid. I know you didn't want to come here. You only asked me because you thought I wanted to come."
"You did."
"Yeah I know. But whatever it's Junior Prom. Not like it's anything special. I want to go home Mark!"
He stepped back slightly as she sent him another glare. What? He'd done what she wanted and she was still angry at him? What? She was way to confusing sometimes. "Then I'll take you home."
"Good."
"Fine. Let's go."
"I'm going."
Mark fallowed Maureen out to his car almost running into her as she stopped suddenly. What? Was she changing her mind again?
"Uhm, Mark..."
He watched as she turned around to face him. She gave him an apologetic look before sliding her arms around his waist in a hug. What?
"I would have just been happy doing whatever you wanted to do." She said shaking her head. "This wasn't fun."
Mark stood there motionless and confused. She told him to buy the tickets. She told him she wanted to go. She told him it would be fun.
"Can we go back to you're house? I don't want to go home..."
It was one of those rare times that Maureen didn't sound like herself. One of those rare times that really pulled at Mark's heartstrings. She could always do that. It wasn't fair. He was angry at her. Did she say she loved him? He blinked. She did didn't she? Wait, did he miss that? He closed his eyes and ran his hand through Maureen's hair softly. "Yeah. You can come back to my house."
"Thanks." She said and smiled at him. "You know... I really do love you."
There it was again! He didn't miss it that time. Wow... was she just saying that? Maybe she was. But maybe she wasn't. Maybe she did love him. Did he love her too? Maybe. Yes. Love? Love. Yes... "I love you too Maureen." She grinned and they walked the rest of the way to the car, together.
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