A/N: This vacation is REALLY boring! Thank heaven I have my laptop to update this!!

Chapter seven: Tough Luck or No Luck

Mark, in nine months, was going to be a father. He was the reason Maureen and Joanne slit, and, to top it all off, he was two dates. One with Evadne at Logan's Lounge, and the other with the Bohemians at the Life Cafe. Could he survive? Let's find out:

"Here," Mark said, pulling out the chair for Evadne so she could sit.

"Thanks, Mark."

Mark went over to his side, and sat.

"So...how's living with Maureen and Joanne?" Evadne asked.

"Fine...fine."

"Yeah. I was so happy to go get my stuff from Juan's. God, I feel so stupid."

"Yeah, uh...can you excuss me for one minute?"

Mark got up from his seat.

"Where are you going?" Evadne asked.

"Uh, the doctors gave me medication for my concussion. It makes me go to the bathroom a lot. This is going to be going on and off all night."

"For a concussion?"

"Yeah."

"Well...do you need any help?"

"Aw...no."

"O-Okay."

Mark kissed her cheek and ran into the back. Luckily, there was a back door he could run out of. The Life Cafe was only around the corner.


"Hey," Mark said, going to the Bohos table at the Life Cafe.

"Where have you been?" Roger asked.

Mark sat down next to Maureen. "These pills are making me...you know..."

"Urine?" Maureen asked, teasingly.

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, you're here now," Collins said, turning to his menu.

"Right, and I-Oh, god!" Mark moaned.

"What's wrong?" Mimi asked.

"It's coming on."

"Then go...we'll still be here," Maureen said.

You will, but I won't, "Thanks, I'll be right back." Mark said.

The filmmaker ran to the back, and, also to his luck, was a back door. He was out, and back to Logan's Lounge; the same way he left.


"Hey, Evvie," Mark said, sitting down.

"Is everything okay? You were in there for a while."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

He was glad when the waiter came.

"Can I start you two out with some drinks?" he asked.

Evadne smiled, "Yes, I'll have a-"

"Can we do food first...then drinks?" Mark asked.

"Why, Mark?" Evadne asked.

Mark saw Evadne and the waiter looking at him.

"Uh...I'm really hungry right now..."

"Um...can we do food first?" Evadne asked.

"Of course."

"Great! I'll have a-"

"Two cheeseburgers," Mark cut her off.

"Mark, I wasn't going to-"

"They're really good. Trust me."

"Okay."

The waiter wrote it down, and walked off with the menus. Evadne turned to Mark.

"Mark? What's wrong?"

"Nothing! They're really good here."

"Mark...you said this was your first time here."

"I did?"

"Yes."

Mark froze, oh, shit! I did!

"Uh...potty break...it's coming on."

Mark ran up from the table, and to the back. Evadne sat there, folding her arms. Mark ran out the building, and back to the Life Cafe, through the back.


"I'm back," Mark said, sitting down.

"Damn, Mark! What took you so long?" Roger asked.

"Uh...my urine travels slow."

"Okay, Mark...too much information, thank you," Mimi responded.

"So, uh... where's Tucker?" Mark asked Collins.

"It, uh...it...didn't work out."

"Why not?"

"When I saw him...I saw Angel. I couldn't get over it. It's too hard. I can't get over it. I just can't."

Collins got emotional, and ran from the table and to the back.

"Shit, what's wrong with me," Mark said, hitting myself.

"Don't worry about it," Mimi said.

"So...have you picked out a name yet?" Roger asked.

"We don't even know if it's a boy or girl yet," Maureen said.

"Well, what do you have it mind?" Mimi asked.

"I was thinking Anthony if it's a boy," Maureen said, "And, maybe Grace or Anna for a girl. What do you think, Mark?"

"I like Anthony."

"Me too," Roger agreed.

"What about Gwen? That's a cool name," Mimi suggested.

"Or Adam," Roger went on.

"Too many names!" Maureen laughed.

"Damn, I'm hungry," Mark said.

"Oh, we ordered for you," Roger told him.

"Let me guess...wine, beer, meatless balls, and fries."

"Aw...no. We ordered Cheeseburgers!" Maureen said.

Oh, fuck! Evadne, I forgot!

"Uh...urine coming...gotta go!" Mark said, getting up and running to the back.

When he got to the back door, he ran into someone.

"Mark...where're you going?" Collins asked.

"Ah, fresh air."

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Oh, yeah...fine!"

Mark ran out, shutting the door behind him. He ran to Logan's Lounge through the back.


"Where have you been? The foods getting cold," Evadne said, pointing to the food that was there.

"Sorry."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes...I'm fine."

"Okay." she said, in disbelief.

Mark sat down, and cut his buger in two. The two sat silently as they ate.

"So...what's Scarsdale like?" Evadne asked.

"It's okay. I perfer it here."

What Mark didn't know was Joanne, walking by the restraunt.

"Wow... he get's Maureen pregnant, and now he's on a date with someone else," Joanne thought to herself.

As she walked some more, she passed the Life Cafe. She saw the Bohemians. She thought she'd pay them a visit.

"Hey, guys," Joanne said.

"Hey!" Maueen exclaimed.

"So...how do you feel about Mark going on a date with someone else?"

Maureen and the others froze. What was she talking about?"

"What do you mean?" Roger asked.

"I saw Mark at Logan's Lounge with another woman. They were eating cheeseburgers," Joanne said.

Maureen's eyes widened, along with everyone elses.

"I can't believe that!" Roger said.

Suddenly, Collins remember what he saw.

"Actually...I saw Mark leave out the back door. He said he needed fresh air," Collins said.

All the Bohemians looked at each other, got out from their seats, and ran out.


"Wow, so filmmaking is all in the eyes!" Evadne said.

"Of course, because you-" Mark stopped when he saw the horror before his eyes walk in.

There they were. All the Bohemians, standing in the doorway. Evadne turned around to see them.

"Mark...what's going on?" Evadne asked

Maureen and Roger stormed over.

"So...having fun?" Maureen asked.

"Mark, what's she doing here?" Evadne asked.

"Excuss me...I'm his pregnant girlfriend," Maureen replied.

Evadne turned to Mark with her jaw wide open.

"Pregnant? She's pregnant?"

"I can explain..." Mark said.

Evadne smirked, and got up from the table. "I can't believe you did this! Two girls? Two dates? Smooth."

Evadne walked out. When Mark tried to stop her, Roger grabbed him. Maureen glared at Mark before Mimi and Collins took her out. Roger pulled Mark out a couple of minutes after Maureen, Mimi and Collins were gone. He sat Mark on the curve.

"Explain," Roger said.

"Explain what?"

"Why you tried to be on two dates."

"I can't-"

"Mark...you hurt two wonderful women tonight. We need to know why?"

"We? Whose we? You?"

"No...the reader reading this story...YES ME!"

"I've always had a crush on Evadne."

"Yeah?"

"But she was with Juan. And then, I got Maureen pregnant."

"Okay...keeping going."

"And Juan broke up with her."

"So...you felt that...incase she was finally single...you could go out with her?"

"Yeah... but Maureen-"

"And that's how you ended up on two dates."

Mark ruffled his hair, and hid his face in his hand.

"God...I'm such an idiot."

Roger out his arm around Mark's shoulders.

"Mark, you're an idiot... that made an honest mistake. Don't worry."

"What about Maureen?"

"Go find out for yourself."


Mark quietly opened the door, to his (and Maureen's) room at the Loft. He saw a figure, crying in the pillows.

"Maureen?"

She slowly lifted her head up.

"Mark?"

"Yeah," he said, shutting the door behind him.

"Go away!"

Maureen took a pillow and chucked it at Mark.

"Maureen! Please...I'm sorry!"

"Like hell!"

Maureen took another pillow and threw at him. Mark, knowing Maureen, grabbed the pillow, and threw back at her. Maureen, stunned, took another and threw it at him. Mark did the same thing. In no time, this became a one-on-one pillow fight. After throwing pillow, after pillow, after pillow...they stopped. Maureen smirked at him.

"I hope you know...this is the only time you're getting off thanks to a pillow fight!" Maureen laughed, seriously.

"I know, and I'm sorry."

Maureen smiled.

"Come here!" she said.

Mark jumped on to the bed, and kissed her.

Pillow fights were always the perfect way to break up fights...


Joanne decided to visit Ladies Parr, the only Lesbian bar in the city. When she got there, she asked for a Martini. She felt horribe about what she did; even though Mark clearly deserved it. She looked at her phone and saw fourty messages from Maureen in the last twenty-fours, unfucking believable. She decided to call-

Ring.Ring.Ring.Ring.Ring. Hi this Maureen, I'm too busy getting laid...please leave your name and message, and I'll get back as soon as I kick this sucker out. Bye. Beep.

"Hey, Maureen...it's Joanne...please give me a call when you get this, thanks."