Hey! Well, well, well, 4th chapter! YAY!! I couldn't help myself but to add tons of flashbacks. Oh, and remember last chapter with the collage of the park? Well, I couldn't help but add to that experience! It just seemed so happy and fun! So yah, anyway, on with the story
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P.S. Thank you so much Azalea Shell for reviewing!! Thanks a million!
"Close-up on Roger and Mimi, lying down in their own little world. They've been together for about...Hey! Roger, you were able to keep a girlfriend for 3 months!" Mark cried at the tired couple. He was taping the couple while they were lying on the blanket they brought. "Shut up." Roger muttered, tightening his grip on Mimi's waist.
They were all at the park. It was such a good day that they couldn't pass it up. Well, the girls couldn't. Mimi had to practically drag Roger there, because she refused to let him bring his baby (his guitar).
At first Roger was afraid he was going to have a bad time, but Mimi was going to have none of it. She made him play like a child, she made him act silly...she turned him into a completely different man. And Roger enjoyed it.
Now, Roger and Mimi had decided to take a cat nap. Angel, Jo and Collins went to the store to buy some beer, and Mo was playing on the playground with some kids. Mark was bored so he was spending some time taping his friends. He had already spent half-an-hour taping Mo, so now it was Rog's and Meem's turn.
"Look how peaceful Meems looks! God, she's naturally photogenic. The camera loves you, hon." Mark said, zooming in on Mimi. Her eyes were closed and she looked genuinely peaceful. Lately she had been so sick that she barely left her apartment, and the group didn't see a lot of her because of her withdrawal.
But lately she has been coming out more and more, and it made everyone happy that she was.
"Roger, get that whiny thing to shut up." Mimi moaned. It kind of surprised Mark that she said that to a complement.
Well, it wasn't that surprising, because the withdrawal has taken a lot out of her. Her skin was slightly pale, she had bags under her eyes, and her lips were slightly cracked. She has convinced herself that because of the withdrawal she wasn't pretty anymore, no matter how many times the group has told her otherwise.
The only one that could convince Mimi she was beautiful was Roger. One word out of him, and she's suddenly beautiful. It was cute actually.
"Mark..." Roger growled, opening his one eye. "Fine, fine I'm going." Mark said, turning off his camera.
Peace and quiet at last...
"Mimi, honey, stay awake okay? Girlfriend, we're almost at the loft." Maureen said, sounding far away. Mimi groaned, turning her head into someone's shoulder. Where was she? What was happening?
"Mo, keep her awake."
"Pookie, I'm trying! This is the 4th time she passed out on us! There's nothing I can do-"
"Maureen, think of it this way; next time she goes out, she probably won't come back."
What were they talking about? Where was she? Where was she going? She could barely remember anything...
Wait...those voices...they belong to Mimi's friends...Mo and Jo...Mimi wearily opened her eyes, and was might with a dark sky. There wasn't one star, which wasn't shocking. It was NYC for crying out loud. She also saw snow topped roofed buildings, and light posts.
"Meems! Stay with me, okay girlfriend? Stay-"
"We're back mis amigos! ¡traemos la cerveza! (We bring beer!)" Angel cried, racing down the path with Collins. Both Angel and Collins had a 6-pack in one hand, and were holding hands with the others.
"Yay!" Mimi cried, getting up.
"English please?" Mark cried at the same time.
"THE BEER IS HERE!!!!" Maureen and Mimi cried, running forward. It was around 6 p.m, which meant all of the kids were gone, and were replaced by teens. So they weren't going to get in trouble for the beer.
"¡gracias, gracias, gracias chica!"Mimi cried, running over and hugging her best friend. Roger watched from behind her, his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. Gosh, he loved watching her being so happy.
"You're welcome chica! Roger's staring at you."Angel whispered with a smile. Thankfully no one else heard. Mimi just blushed and secretly looked behind her. Angel was right; he was staring.
"Parece él…(Looks like it...)"
"Okay, enough Spanish! LET'S OPEN THE BEER!!" Maureen yelled, spinning around. Joanne started to laugh (Mimi, Roger, and Mark couldn't believe it) and she grabbed Maureen from behind. "Baby, calmness okay?" Joanna said.
Mo just sighed, and rolled her eyes. "Fine." Mo said, and amazingly walked over to Angel. Mimi had already passed beers about, and was about to open hers when Mark yelled, "Wait!"
"What is it honey?" Angel asked with a frown. She was sitting on Collins lap and had an arm around Collins neck. The other hand held her beer.
"I wanna take a picture, because the sun's hitting the blanket just right and it'd seem like a great place for a group-"
"Why didn't you say so sweetie? Everyone, beers back in the boxy thingy!" Maureen cried out, putting her beer back. Everyone else reluctantly did so, and they all got on the blanket.
Except for Mark of course, who set the timer on his camera.
Angel sat beside Collins and laid her head on his shoulder, Maureen wound her arms around Mark and Joanne's waists, and they wrapped their arms around hers. Finally Roger sat on the blanket with Mimi, with her winking and Roger's tongue out.
"Everyone say cheese!" Mark cried.
"BEER!!" they cried instead.
"Baby, don't you dare go unconscious again. Roger's waiting for you remember? You don't want to be out when you see him, right?"
Mimi groaned again, and found herself opening her eyes yet again. Why did her eyes keep closing? They're flashbacks, sweetie, that's why. The voice in Mimi's head said. The alive part.
Oh, right. Mimi slightly smiled at the last flashback. They were at the park that day, and it was one of the best days of her life. She was pretty close to clean, Angel was quite well, and no one was angry, depressed, or fighting. Mimi would've probably given anything for everyday to be like that day. Everything was just so...perfect.
Unlike now. Now Roger hated her, her friends were probably mad at her for running away, and Angel was dead. Oh joy to the world.
"I'm...I'm...I'm-"Mimi stuttered, trying to apologize for her behaviour. "Shh, baby, it's okay. We know you're sorry. Don't worry about that now. Worry about staying conscious, k hon?" Jo whispered, slightly shifting Mimi.
Oh yeah, Jo was carrying Mimi...Carrying Mimi to..."Roger." Mimi whispered, and she saw his face in her mind. For the past 2 months, when she pictured Roger in her mind's eye, she saw his anger, his hatred in his eyes. She also saw disappointment in his eyes, especially when she was saying goodbye to him.
Goodbye love...Goodbye love. Came to say, goodbye love, goodbye...
"Goodbye love...Goodbye love. Came to say, goodbye love, goodbye..."
"Shh, honey, save your strength." Mo whispered, running her fingers through Mimi's greasy hair. Huh? It was then Mimi realized she was singing Goodbye love.
Now, when Mimi pictured Roger's face, she saw forgiveness and maybe a little love in his eyes. Gosh, she missed him so much, she could hardly bear it. She missed his love as well, the love that has been missing from her life for a long time.
"Okay..."
"Roger!" Mimi cried out before dissolving into fits of coughing. Roger came instantly into the room, and rushed to her side. She was on the couch, sweating and convulsing. "Baby, baby, are you okay?" Roger whispered, sitting in front of her, holding her cheeks in his calloused hands.
"N-N-No, Roger. I'm n-n-not. I w-want it R-Roger. I want m-my smack." she stuttered, shaking. It killed Roger to see his girlfriend going through this, but they both knew it'd be worth it. "No babe, none of that. You want to be clean, remember? You and I talked about it." Roger whispered slowly, as if she was a child. He stroked her face gently, but he instantly pulled his hands away when he saw the look in his girlfriend's eyes.
"DAMN WHAT I SAID!! I want my smack! ¡QUIERO LAS DROGAS! ¡QUIERO LAS DROGAS! ¡QUIERO LAS DROGAS! (I want drugs!)" Mimi yelled at Roger, and began to sob. "Shh, shh, it'll be okay, it'll be okay, it'll be okay..."Roger whispered over and over again.
Mimi sobbed into his chest, while he stroked her wet hair. Mimi concentrated on Roger, trying to stop thinking about the drugs. Roger's wet T-shirt, Roger's woody smell, Roger's prickly chin that he hasn't shaved since the park...
"Come stop your crying
It will be all right
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect you
from all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry..." Roger sang hesitantly, still stroking Mimi's hair. He was afraid she would lash out at him again. When she didn't, and she seemed to quiet down a little, he continued.
"For one so small,
you seem so strong
My arms will hold you,
keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry." Roger kept singing and Mimi's tears seemed to stop. God, she hasn't felt so loved in her whole life. No one had sung for her before. Roger stopped suddenly and she felt his arm snake around her, readying to pick her up. "Please, don't stop Roger." Mimi whispered, digging her head in his chest. "Okay honey...
"'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more
You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart, always..."Roger sang quietly, bringing his crying girlfriend to his bedroom. Roger placed her gently on the bed, and began to hum. "Isn't that a lullaby...?" Mimi whispered, yawning.
"Shh, shh sweetie, fall asleep now, okay? Cuz you'll be in my heart, always..." Roger sang. With that Mimi fell into sweet oblivion...
"MARK! ROGER! ANYONE! HELP!"
Mimi gasped at that, and opened her eyes partially. She saw...a building, and on one of the balconies a window was opening.
If Mimi had enough strength, she would've smiled.
This was the building. Her building. Her apartment was up there-Wait, maybe it wasn't hers anymore. Benny probably had rented it out when she abandoned it. Man that sucks. She had that apartment for years...
3 people came out of a window. They were blurry for a minute, and Mimi could barely recognize them.
One man had carroty hair, and glasses. Another had brown skin and a black beanie...Mimi smiled. Her other friends.
Collins; who protected her, and who laughed with her.
Mark; who is in love with his camera but she helped him out of his shell. Mimi and Angel both.
The other man, Mimi could kind of recognize. Shaggy dirty blond hair, a kind face...Mimi felt tears in her eyes. Maureen didn't lie. She had told the truth...he really was here.
Roger was back from Santa Fe.
Mimi felt like she could soar. She wanted to jump out of Jo's arms, climb the fire escape and grab Roger. She wanted to kiss him passionately, and say how sorry she was.
She wanted to.
But she couldn't. She found herself shivering, and she was feeling light-headed. So...cold...The night air was so cold...why weren't they inside? Usually seeing Roger would warm her up, but today it wasn't working...
"We can't get her up the stairs!" Mo cried, looking over at Mimi. She looked so sick...like Angel did the night she died...
"Hurry up please!!" Mo added, tears threatening to spill over.
"Mimi!" Roger cried.
Oooh, suspense! The next chapter will have 'Your Eyes', and I might or might not add a 6th chapter that has 'Finale B', kk? REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pweaty pwease with RENT on top??