Okay so I posted this then realized I didn't put the disclaimer in so: Obviously, I own nothing. Enjoy!
Maureen woke up in Mark's bed feeling rather queasy. She sat up as last night came rushing back to her. Getting drunk, singing with Roger, playing guitar (more like failing guitar) and…kissing Roger? Did I kiss him? Maureen thought, horrified. She pressed her fingers to her lips as if they could tell her what she did or didn't do.
The raven haired girl threw the covers off and clambered off the bed, stumbling out into the living room. Mark was lying on the couch with a pillow over his face and Roger was nowhere in sight. Maureen sighed in relief and went over to the couch, lifting Mark's legs so she could sit down, "Hi Pookie."
Mark grunted in response.
"Headache?" She asked sympathetically, rubbing his ankle.
Mark grunted again.
"Do you want me to get you something?"
"Roger's getting stuff." Mark mumbled, finally pulling the pillow off his face.
"Well that was nice of him." Maureen said stiffly.
"I think he was tired of listening to me groan." Mark rubbed his temples, "He left an hour ago so he probably took off and has no intention of bringing me Advil."
"Are you really surprised about that?" Maureen smiled, "He is a little selfish."
"Nah, he's not selfish." Mark defended, "He's just…Roger."
Roger kicked the door of the flat open, his arms laden with bags, "What am I?"
"Greater men have questioned that about themselves and never found the answer." Maureen replied, not looking at him.
"So you decided to join the living, eh?" Roger put the bags down on the table and began pulling stuff out of it. Advil, instant coffee, soda crackers, bottled water, Chips Ahoy cookies, strawberry pop tarts, bananas, and condoms.
"Well, that's an interesting array." Maureen said drily.
"Always be prepared." Roger winked at her.
Maureen blushed then cursed herself for doing so. Meanwhile, Mark sat up and took the water and Advil Roger offered him, "Thanks man." He said gratefully.
"Next time you decide to bitch about me, you should look back on this moment and take into consideration the sacrifice I have made."
"Sacrifice?" Maureen raised her eyebrows, "You bought some random ass groceries! How the hell is that a sacrifice?"
"Well I could've spent the money on something good; like alcohol or a pretty girl. But instead I spent my hard earned money on supplies for dear old Marky."
"Spare us the speech, Roger." Maureen rolled her eyes, "Mark does stuff for you all the time."
"Excuse me, Princess, I don't believe you've contributed anything to our apartment here. I do believe that Mark does everything for you."
Maureen glared at him, "Excuse me, Billy Joel, I pay my share of everything so quit judging me."
"Take your own advice, babe. I'm not the only one making judgments." Roger had crossed the room so he was in front of the couch.
"Guys, guys, shut up! Both of you, please!" Mark had his hands over his ears, "Just fucking stop for a minute, you're both acting like children!"
Roger and Maureen jumped; they both had forgotten Mark was there.
"Just…call a truce or something. At least until my head stops pounding." Mark begged.
Roger sighed and ran a hand through his short hair, "Fine."
"Fine." Maureen echoed, crossing her arms.
Roger held out a hand to her, "Truce?"
Maureen stared at his hand then took it, "Truce." She agreed, dropping his hand quickly.
"Thank you." Mark said in relief, laying back and pulling the pillow over his face.
Maureen stood up, trying not to jostle Mark too much. She went over to the table, but paused, "May I have a pop tart?" she asked formally, feeling foolish.
"Who do you think I bought them for?" Roger smirked, tossing her the box, "Strawberry pop tarts are disgusting."
"They are not!" Maureen ripped open the foil on one and broke a piece off, "They're delicious."
"The s'more ones are the best."
"Yeah, for dessert. At least these have fruit." Maureen leaned against the table.
"Fake fruit!" Roger rolled his eyes, "That shit isn't real."
"Better than chocolate."
Roger gasped dramatically, "I thought there wasn't anything in the world better than chocolate!"
Maureen fought a smile off her face, "That's different, chocolate isn't for breakfast."
"You've clearly never had Cocoa Puffs." Roger shook his head, "You're deprived of a childhood staple."
"I've made it this far, I think I'll live." She rolled her eyes.
Roger followed her with his eyes as she walked around the table twice then grabbed him by the collar and hauled him into the bathroom with her, "What the fuck, Maureen?"
Maureen closed the door behind them, "Jesus Roger, keep your voice down!" She hissed, "I think Mark's asleep."
"What the hell are you doing, you mad woman!" Roger tried to push past her.
"Stop Roger," she struggled to keep him in the room, "I need to talk to you."
"In the bathroom?" He finally stopped moving so she could talk.
"This is very important." She said, her face serious.
"Okay." Roger replied, his face also very serious.
Maureen opened her mouth to speak, but started giggling.
"I thought this was serious!" Roger threw his hands up in exasperation.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Maureen clapped a hand over his mouth, "You're so freaking loud!"
Roger licked her hand and she squealed, leaping away from him, "Oh my fucking God, you're so gross!" She ran her hand under the freezing water.
"You so asked for that." Roger snickered, clearly quite pleased with himself.
Maureen spiked her fingers through her hair in frustration, "Okay really, this is serious."
"You said that last time then you started laughing, you know this is why women are only good for sex. They say one thing, but they mean something else." Roger ranted.
"Oh my god, just shut up and listen." Maureen pinned him to the wall (she was impressed with herself, he had a good 6 inches on her).
"I'm listening." He looked down at her, his eyes locked on hers.
"Did we-" Maureen shook her head and looked down, "Did you…did we kiss last night?"
"Did we what?" Roger stared at her incredulously.
"You heard me, Roger." Maureen replied, her voice low, "Did we?"
"Jesus, Maureen, no." Roger snorted, "Why would I ever kiss you?"
For some reason, Maureen didn't feel relief, but she stepped back anyway, "Just checking."
"Did you have some sick, drunken fantasy about me or something?" Roger grinned wickedly.
"No! God, can we just forget about this!"
"I don't know, Maureen, this is pretty big. If Marky finds out about your fantasy, we'll both be in trouble…"
"He can't find out, Roger. And he won't because it didn't happen." Maureen said firmly, "Nothing happened."
"Yup, nothing happened." Roger nodded, "Can we get out of here now?"
"Right…yeah." Maureen opened the door and fled.
Roger heard Mark ask Maureen what was going on.
"Oh, it was nothing, Pookie. I needed help with the sink."
Roger snorted at the lame excuse, but Mark seemed to buy it so he supposed it didn't matter.
Later that night, long after Maureen and Mark had had their nightly "workout session," Roger sat freezing his ass off on the balcony. If he still smoked (he'd quit once he realized it was ruining his voice), he'd be lighting up right now, but because he did not, he chose to drink a few beers instead. He had a dramatic flash back to last night.
"Why don't you sing in front of anyone?" Roger asked. He and Maureen were so close to each other; their thighs were touching.
"I never really thought I was any good," He felt her shrug.
"You're a fool to let your insecurities get in your way."
"Gee thanks, Rog, girls just love to be called fools."
"It's the highest compliment I can bestow upon you." Roger grinned at her.
"You have such a way with women," Maureen giggled, "I don't understand why they aren't puddy in your hands."
"You can't make love to puddy, believe me, I've tried."
"Is everything about sex with you?"
"I'm going to hope that was rhetorical."
"Have you ever actually made love to someone?" Maureen swung her legs up so she was facing him with her legs "Indian style."
"God, I lost my virginity when I was like 15."
"That's not what I meant. There's a difference between making love and having sex." She leaned forward, "Sex is just an orgasm. Love is…well I'm guessing it's like the world stops moving and you can't breathe because you're feeling so much at once."
"So I take it you've never made love to someone?" Roger wasn't surprised; he knew that despite what Mark believed, Maureen didn't love him the way he wanted her to.
"I don't think so." She sighed.
"I think you'd know if you had." Roger reasoned.
Maureen bit her lip, "Sometimes I don't think I ever will."
"Don't." Roger reached over and brushed a hand across her mouth, "You'll ruin your lips if you keep doing that."
"And here I was thinking you were going to tell me to not doubt my future love life."
"I'd focus more on your lips then on your impending love."
"Why?" Maureen laughed, "They're just lips."
"Lips are very important. You need them to sing and to talk and to laugh,"
"And to kiss," She murmured, pulling him closer and closer until…
Roger came back to the present day. Yes, he and Maureen had kissed last night. And it had felt amazing; her lips were soft and despite the alcohol, she tasted like mocha…which was strange…maybe he'd imagined that in his drunken state.
Regardless, Roger couldn't believe he'd kissed her. But even more unbelievable was that despite the fact that that kiss was all he had thought about for the last 24 hours, Maureen barely remembered it and that burned even more than a straight shot of Jack Daniels. Fuck her, she doesn't matter anyway. And Roger allowed himself to believe that lie, using it as his lullaby to finally fall asleep that night.
Please, can I have a review? Please? Oh and I'm almost done with the next chapter so stay tuned! Bye now!