Hey guys!
Hopefully, I'm not confusing people with this story. Many of my ideas are crazy, you know :D
Anyways,
the last few chapters of this story are still in the editing process, so I might not be able to update with a chapter every day, as I have been.
However, it shouldn't take long.
Anyway, thanks again to my gorgeous beta-reader, and you people who review.
Here's Chapter Eight (Nine?)
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Chapter Eight
After dropping off Gabby and the rest of her family back at their hotel, Mimi drove back to her house, not feeling her best.
Mimi stumbled in the door.
"Hey," said Roger, getting up from his chair.
"Hey," said Mimi weakly, giving him a brief hug. "I'll be in the bathroom, ok?"
Mimi rushed up the stairs, feeling she was going to be sick. Once she got there, she threw up multiple times.
Not hearing Mimi come out of the bathroom for a long time, Roger went to check on her.
"Mimi?" as he knocked softly on the door. Not hearing an answer, he pushed it open. He found Mimi clinging to the toilet, gagging.
Roger moaned sympathetically and rubbed her back. Once Mimi was through, she looked really out of it. Roger picked her up, and carried her down to the living room. He laid her down on the couch.
"I'll be right back," he whispered, kissing her on the forehead. Roger went back to the bathroom to clean up the mess, got a damp washcloth and a glass of water, and headed back down to her.
After Mimi took some sips of water and wiped her face off with the washcloth, she did feel a little better. She wasn't so nauseous, but she was extremely tired. Roger sat down on the couch. "I called Sam. I think I scared him shitless, but it looks like you're starting to feel a little better…"
"It was probably that damn fish thing I had at the food court…" Mimi laughed faintly.
Roger chuckled, then pulled Mimi's head into his lap. He began to stroke her hair.
"Just sleep for right now…"
Mimi nodded and began to drift off to sleep. Then she got an idea.
She looked up at Roger. "Sing," she said simply.
Roger was a little surprised at first, but obliged.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to remember that song he sung to her so many times, but hadn't sung to her in so long.
Then it all came back.
Wishing he had his guitar, he uncertainly sang the first verse of "Your Eyes." He suddenly gained confidence, and sang the rest to her just as well as he had that fateful Christmas Eve.
When he finished, Mimi opened her eyes, looked up at Roger, and smiled. And before they could stop themselves, they began to kiss each other.
Get a hold of yourself, Mimi. You've got to stop.
Mimi broke away. "Roger…" she whispered, "I can't do this…"
Roger surprised Mimi by not stopping and kissing her neck. "You don't love him…"
"What?!" shouted Mimi, pushing Roger off her. "What do you mean, I don't love him? He's been there for me through everything. He LOVED me through everything. My withdrawal, getting over you…"
"You weren't over me by the time you met Sam?" asked Roger with surprise.
"Of course I wasn't over you! How do you think I felt?! You threw my out of my own fucking apartment! You didn't understand when I tried to explain! You…You…"
Mimi threw herself down on the couch with loud frustration.
"Why are getting yourself all worked up about this?" asked Roger, with much annoyance. "If you're over me, why should it matter?"
"Because I still love you!" sobbed Mimi. "There! I said it! Is that what you wanted?"
Roger sat there in silence as Mimi quietly sobbed on the couch.
I thought it was playful flirting…Jeez, I didn't really think she…loved me he thought to himself
Roger was about to speak, saying how the stress was probably making her say things she didn't mean, but then he realized…
I love her, too.
He pulled the still sobbing Mimi into his arms. He rocked her back and forth slowly, trying to comfort her. After a while, her tears stopped, and she looked up at him. Roger sighed, and brushed the hair out of her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mimi," he said, with such sincerity, it made Mimi's heart melt. "I'm so sorry."
He kissed her.
Perfect time for the door to open, Sam come running in saying "Mimi, baby, are you all-"
And Sam seeing what was happening
Mimi turned and gasped. "Sam…"
"No…" he said, his voice quivering with rage, getting the same look the night Mark showed his film.
"Sam, please…"
"No!" he turned on his heel, and rushed up the stairs.
Both Mimi and Roger put their heads in their hands, and thought the same thing:
What the fuck have I done?
