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Chapter Four : Early Bird Catches The Worm, Literally.
Morning came quickly and as usual Roger was fast asleep with no thoughts of waking up until past noon. Roger never was an early bird, he'd stay asleep or cling to it if he is awoken until the absolute last minute and depend highly on caffeine and coffee. Mimi was just the opposite, an early riser she sure could sleep through a freight train but wake up earlier than anyone, even if she fell asleep late. Her copper eyes fluttered open as she eyed the small apartment now in morning lights, she saw the watch on Roger's wrist show the time seven forty five. She watched him sleep for a few moments after observing the time before getting up to find something to change into. She saw she was still in what she wore days ago, she wanted to get a shower before he would want to get one. She took out her light purple dress, black lace leggings it went perfect with her favorite dress with light sleeves in which she could wear in the nice weather without her cardigan sweater of royal blue angora that frays on occasion and serves warm purposes. She walked into the bathroom which was tiny and at the same time convenient, very quaint but it works. She went to pull the shower curtain out so she could get in when she found large roaches, and other insects crawling on the bottom she shrieked loudly waking Roger from his slumber. Roger of course scared followed the screams from the bathroom and found Mimi in horror, "What is it, Mimi?"
"B-bugs."
"Well looks like we have company." He supposed partly grossed by the critters in their shower.
Mimi frowned and eyed Roger as he looked at them and let out a chuckle. Roger always thought to leave it to Mimi at the most random times to let out a random expression of happiness, no matter the circumstance, it's what he loved the most about her. But she didn't know that just yet. But she has this way about her that despite all of his insecurities, and fears about commitment and falling for someone he finds himself falling faster than he had ever anticipated.
He shook his head and grinned at her, "What would I do without you?"
"Oh? What would you do?" she inquired.
"I don't know, rhetorical question." He replied changing the subject as quick as it began. Truthfully, he meant something by his question but he'd never go and admit it. As sad as it sounds Mimi scares him, it scares him so much that she's so independent and that at the same time she's so dependant and whenever she's around he depends on her too, now more than ever.
She snickered amused, "Grab some bug spray. . We have to get rid of these suckers."
Roger opened the bathroom cabinet and found low and behold a can of Raid. He shook it up moving closer to the tub spraying the bugs, "We may have told hold up on showers until we buy some stuff to clean the bottom. ."
Mimi sighed, lifting her outfit from the counter, still holding the towel modestly around her slender frame, "I'll just go change in the room. You try and decipher the labels of the cleaning stuff in the bathroom."
"Alright, I'll try."
"I'll be back before you miss me." she leaned closer and whispered in his ear on her way out of the room. Roger sat down and looked at the cans squinted his eyes, he flicked on a light to add some extra lighting to better understand the very small and distorted writing. He thought to himself, he would miss her even if she would be in the next room, the last time he let a girl go somewhere else she wound up in the bathroom dead. He didn't want to loose her at all.
"Alright." he hollered once he heard the door open from the next room. Mimi went in the room and was happy he was strong in the sense of not being afraid of a few bugs in the bathtub like her, he made her feel safe. She heard him from the bathroom as she went to get changed. When she was done she brushed her hair and put it up and started on her make up sitting on the bed, she held the mirror in front of her face and started on her eyes with her light pink eye shadow that from time to time looks very iridescent and purple. She finished with some eyeliner and lip gloss primping to make sure it looked just right. How was she going to address her feelings for him, she is already dressed up?
She emerged with her black boots on, she seemed to get used to wearing boots or shoes in the house due to the strange floors of the old loft, to the bathroom she went and greeted him, "Hey you."
He slowly looked up and dropped his can of Raid and bathroom cleaner on the floor distracted from Mimi's sight, "What are you going on a hot date with that roach that I just tossed in the wastebasket?"
She snickered, "Wise guy, huh? Very funny. No actually, I'm just well, changed this is how I look everyday 'am I right?"
He nodded feeling defeated, "I was just kidding around." He left her in the bathroom alone for a few moments, she looked around, it looked cleaner compared to twenty minutes earlier, adding conversation in the empty home, "Could you be the house butler?"
"I guess so." he picked up his guitar from the next room and sat against he wall next to the door of the bathroom where Mimi was standing, "What would you do though?"
"Be the good friend because it's what I'm used to." Mimi answered shyly. That's all you'd probably trust me enough to be. I really blew it before but gosh, can't you see it I love you.
Roger brought his hand to play a chord on his guitar but refrained after Mimi spoke. "Good friend, that's all?" He looked up at her. I find her less and less like a good friend, she's trying to strike a chord with me.
"Unless there was another place I could fill." She told him sliding down to a sitting position against the wall next to him.
His eyes stayed with her, nervous he looked down at his guitar again. "Is there another place you'd like to fill?" Yes.
She lightly smiled, "Why yes. . there is." As she told him, deep inside she was scared, she wasn't sure if he wanted to be around her like that but she rather tell him. But she had to keep her brave face on, before her fears swallowed her alive.
He slid his hand over hers, "Well then I wouldn't mind you filling that place." His eyes slowly met hers and he smiled softly.
She felt his warm hand on hers, she smirked back, "Really? You promise?"
"I think I do." Roger let go of Mimi's hand and brought his hand to her cheek. He leaned over and kissed her gently, pulling away with a larger smile waiting to see what she thought. She kissed him back, proceeding to wrap her arms around him pulling him close, before kissing him once again after he pulled away.
"Are you accepting?" He laughed raising his eyebrows, still sitting close to her, his hand still placed on her smooth cheek.
"Yeah." She told him quietly her hand on his.
"I'm glad." He sat back against the wall again.
"What're you writing a song?" She asked him about his guitar being nearby.
He nodded, "Trying at least." His fingers traced over the strings of the guitar.
She smiled, "I'm sure it'll turn out beautiful."
"I haven't really written a song since my band broke up years ago. Two weeks after April committed suicide I was a practical ticking time bomb about to go off, I was using more than ever, to the point where it'd be the only reason why I'd decide to get out of bed. My band mates at the time were worried and scared for me and of course the last thing I wanted was a hand, I wanted to show everyone I could do it on my own. I always had the problem of holding in my anger and lashing out later which was exactly what I did, I was violent and now I know it and they kicked me out of the band. They couldn't handle me, I was in darkness, I was in mourning but I didn't want anyone to think something was wrong with me, they didn't even know about the diagnosis."
"But you were the front man. They couldn't of just went and found somebody else."
"Yeah, well they never really got around to it. Not long after it all fell apart. In a way I was kind've glad it happened because if I hadn't of lashed out I wouldn't of received my wake up call that I needed to get off the drugs and fix my life up and make the most of what's left and hope for the future as best as I could, but I was more or less half assing, a matyr more or less, never leaving my house. Making me afraid to let people in or even meet people.." He told her still against the wall, eyeing her, "I wish I could be as lucky as you, I wish I could make the most of things sometimes I take a lot for granted. How do you do what you do?"
"I wasn't always so outgoing and into life, I guess when it dawned on me that I could die and not find everything or see past 30 years old it forced me to do whatever it was I wanted to do, get it out of my system and that'd be that. Find everything I want to find before I'm thrown into my casket kind've deal. Seize the day live every moment like it's your last, became my new way of life. I'll never turn back because it'd be a precious second I shouldn't waste. But with you, you help me see a reality in it all, I tone it down a notch."
"As of right now, I'm starving please tell me we have some of the snacks you bought at the store."
Mimi stood up, "Yeah it's in the kitchen, but we can't live off of cheese curls forever."
"Oh I know, but for right now, why not?" He told her with a kindly smirk as they seated themselves at the kitchen table, it wasn't the cleanliest table or kitchen in fact it was quite dated. Perhaps in nineteen seventy four when The Brady Bunch was in full swing their kitchen would be state of the art but the paint is chipping off the walls, the so-called conventional kitchen has a near-miniature oven stove of a rotten pea green the walls a muted dull yellow orange but it didn't matter it was their house, they liked the sound of it and just to know they didn't spend and on a waste they spent it on a great investment, a necessity, a home.