"What do you mean, again?" Roger repeated his question, his voice low. Mark instinctively pushed Mimi away, and she fell to the floor with a loud thud. She quickly got to her feet.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, mirroring Roger's angry body language.
"I saw Mark walk into the building but he never came home." Mark's heart sank. Roger had been worried about him, only to find him in this position. Roger turned on him. "It was when she slept in your room that night wasn't it?" Mark nodded solemnly, and Roger turned his gaze to Mimi, "and that's why you two stopped talking to each other?"
"Yes." Mark replied for her, but Mimi added quickly, "Roger, it was because Mark felt so bad about it. He told me it was a mistake and that we had to avoid seeing each other… to stop it happening again." But Roger wasn't really listening. He was controlling his breathing, and glaring daggers at Mark.
"You're supposed to be my best friend." He sounded as if he was about to cry.
"I know, Roger."
"Roger, please-" he rushed at Mimi yelling at her to shut up, and Mark shielded her from him. Roger snorted.
"You two deserve each other. The traitor and the whore." And with that, he left. He didn't speak to Mark again for three days.
A loud banging in Mark and Roger's apartment could be heard from Mimi's bedroom. The new couple stared curiously upwards."What do you think he's doing up there?" Mimi asked, showing slight concern for the angry rocker.
"I have no idea. He's only just started grunting at me. I think I actually preferred it when he said nothing at all." Mimi gave a sympathetic groan, and she kissed his shoulder. "At least he hasn't snuck into my room and broken my camera." Mark cringed at the thought.
"He wouldn't do that, Mark.
"He'd be well entitled to." Mark sighed. He didn't think he'd ever be okay with what he did, even if Roger had done equally bad things in the past. That was the past, and this was now. He had betrayed his friend… twice. He felt Mimi's arms wrap around him from behind and her soft, warm lips on his shoulder blade. Her touch was electric, and goose-bumps sprung up all over his body. Mimi smiled, loving the effect she had on him, and continued to kiss and nibble his skin. Every thought of Roger melted away when Mimi's hands slid across his chest and she clutched at his shirt, wordlessly willing him to take it off. He spun in his seat and allowed her to lower and then straddle him, her hair forming a gorgeous curtain of chocolate spirals around their faces.
"You should bring your camera down here so he can't get to it if you're really worried."
"I'm not that worried."
"You should bring it down here anyway." Mimi's gentle insistence roused curiousity in Mark.
"I don't get time to film anything when I'm with you, Mimi." He pointed out. Mimi smirked seductively and trailed her fingers up his thigh.
"You could film me…" she purred in his ear, making him tremble.
"That's very tempting."
"My suggestion?" she asked "Or this?" she ran her fingers up his thigh again. Mark swallowed hard. Mimi bit her lip and went to work. Roger's antics were forgotten.
Roger's coffee had gone cold. He tipped it out in the sink and held back a smug look as Mark practically tip-toed around the kitchen. He was certain that if he listened close enough, he would hear Mark formulating a way to begin a conversation, and decided that maybe today was the day he would give up his game of "let's torture Mark with guilt". Things got boring easily without anyone to share them.
"Going to work today?"
"Oh! Uh, yeah… yeah, I am." Mark squeaked.
"You wanna do something tonight?" he asked, passing Mark his mug. Mark filled it with piping hot coffee, and passed it back to Roger.
"I, um… yeah, okay. What did you have in mind?" Mark had plans with Mimi, but would cancel them for this – she'd understand.
"Let's get the gang together… Mimi, too."
"Are you sure?" Roger nodded. "I'm sorry."
"I don't wanna talk about it anymore, Mark."
"Okay… so should I-?"
"You can tell Mimi, but I'll make the other calls."
"Okay. I'd better go now, then." Mark hoisted his bag up on one shoulder and his bike on the other and headed out. He stopped at the door when Roger called out to him.
"I'm sorry, man." Mark smiled.
"I know, Rog."
Within hours, everything was fine again in Alphabet City. Mark and Roger were back to being best friends, Roger was decent enough to Mimi, Mimi and Mark didn't have to hide anymore, and the other bohemians were happy just to have their friends back on speaking terms with each other.
A/N: I know this was short and crappy, but I've had writer's block and this was all I could come out with… bleh… it's horrible. I'll try harder next time.
