Helllooo! So how many of you just did a victory dance in front of your computers? –Cricket, cricket- Nobody? Okay, fine, be that way. :) I'm going to apologize again for the long wait, though you guys should be used to it by now. Lol. Uh, anything else I wanted to say? Yes. Thank you so so so so so SOOO much for everybody who came up with suggestions, they are all awesome and I'm going to try and incorporate each and every one of them!
P.s. This chapter is realllyyyy MarkMaureen-ish. Don't worry; I'm going to find a way to get Joanne in there! (If anybody has any ideas as to how I should go about doing that, PLEASE let me know!) This chapter came out REALLY weird, I'm not sure how I feel about it. You guys will let me know what you think, I'm sure. :)
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Chapter 9- Shopping and Flirting
Mark
Mark was worried. Very worried. About Roger. He seemed to be keeping his words to a bare minimum during the last few days, only speaking when he was spoken to directly and when he wasn't able to answer the question with a simple grunt or nod. He wasn't eating very much, either. Mark knew that he ought to mind his own business, considering the fact that Roger didn't really like to draw attention to anything that was wrong with him, but Mark couldn't help checking in on Roger every few hours at school to make sure he was doing okay.
"Rog, are you... okay?" Mark asked Roger during lunch on Tuesday.
"Mark, if you ask me that one more time, I'm gonna kill you." Mark sighed. That was the end of that.
"So...what's up?" Mark asked timidly a few minutes later.
Roger looked at him and said nothing. Mark sighed again and took a bite of his sandwich. "Did you tell Collins?" he asked Roger abruptly.
"...Yeah, on Sunday."
Mark nodded. The two sat in silence for the rest of the lunch period, both lost in their thoughts. Mark wondered why Roger was so closed about everything. Why does he always have to keep everything inside? Mark thought. Why won't he talk to me?
When the lunch period ended, Mark and Roger headed for study hall in silence. Mr. Viegas, their teacher, greeted them at the door. "Hey, guys, some of the language teachers are coming in to talk to the class and I want you to be on your best behavior, okay?" Mark and Roger nodded, and went into the classroom to take their seats. A bunch of teachers were assembled at the front of the room, talking quietly amongst themselves. Mark wondered what was going on.
Once the bell rang to signal the beginning of class, a stout, older woman called for the class' attention. The class quieted down almost instantly; she didn't look like the person to make angry.
"Hello. My name is Mrs. Aquila and I am the chairperson of the language department," the woman began, with a slight accent that Mark decided was either Spanish or Italian; he couldn't really tell. "You may have seen me around the building. I'm here in your study hall class because we've decided to bring back Exploratory Language." Mark had no idea what Exploratory Language was, but he remembered one of his older neighbors saying something about it when she was in seventh grade. "Exploratory Language is just that. It is a class where you students will be able to explore the languages we have to offer you, so you can choose properly for next year."
Mark hadn't even thought about choosing a second language. He knew he was probably just going to take Spanish, because it was easy, (or so he heard).
"Your Exploratory Language class will take the place of your study hall." Mark perked up at this statement; he never really liked study hall. He thought it was completely stupid and pointless. At least they were getting rid of it.
Some of the other language teachers said things, which Mark didn't pay any attention to. He and Roger left class ten minutes later, discussing the changes. "So, what do you think?" Mark asked Roger.
"Eh, it's okay. I kinda liked sitting around and doing nothing, though."
"It gets boring though."
"Yeah." Silence. Mark felt like crying out in frustration and grabbing Roger and shaking him, to force him to talk. Why were things so awkward? Roger was his best friend, there shouldn't be any awkwardness! Mark bit his tongue and walked slowly to his last class, glad that the end of the day was finally nearing.
Maureen
"Would all seventh grade classes please report to the auditorium? Thank you." The assistant principal's voice rang throughout the chorus classroom. Maureen couldn't help feeling a little disappointed; she always looked forward to chorus. She put away her folder and got on the end of the line to leave the room with the rest of the class.
The walk to the auditorium wasn't far; it was only a few steps. Mrs. Garofalo led the class through one of the side doors and ushered them into the front row. A portly man stood off to the side of the stage, setting up some posters and advertisements. Maureen pulled her knees up to her chest, making herself more comfortable. She looked to her right and noticed that Mark was sitting next to her. "Hey, Mark!" she said cheerfully. Mark started. "Oh, hi."
"I had no idea you were in my chorus class!" That was a lie. The rules of flirting were filling her mind, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.
"Oh. Well, I am." Mark fell silent.
"So, do you know what this assembly thingy is about?" Maureen asked Mark, tossing her hair.
"Uh, I heard something about a fundraiser or something?" Mark said nervously.
Maureen rolled her eyes. "Bleh. Boring. I wish we could've stayed in chorus."
Mark shrugged. "I don't really like it."
"Why?" Maureen asked curiously.
Mark shrugged again. "I don't really like singing much."
"I love it!" Maureen squealed. Mark smiled slightly, but kept silent. How am I gonna get this kid to talk? Maureen thought desperately. She sat quietly, trying to come up with a topic they could talk about that didn't have to do with her, which was proving to be very difficult.
"So, Mark, what did you get on the Social Studies unit test?" Lame. At least it was something.
"94."
Maureen giggled. "I got a 72," she said sheepishly.
"Uh...wow..." Mark said, smiling a teeny bit.
"Hey, are you laughing at my limited academic abilities?" Maureen joked.
"No...I just..." Mark stammered. Maureen couldn't help but laugh.
"I was kidding!" she squealed.
"Oh..." Mark's pale face turned beat red. Maureen burst out laughing. He gets embarrassed easily! Once she recovered herself, she looked at Mark, who looked as though he was trying not to laugh. Then, Mark burped loudly. Maureen just lost it. She was bent over, cackling madly and trying to get herself to breathe, tears streaming down her face. Mark was laughing, too. Maureen put her hand on Mark's thigh, laughing too hard to notice what she was doing. Mark gasped.
"What?" Maureen managed to choke out. Her breathing began to even out. Mark seemed frozen and didn't answer; he only shifted his eyes towards her hand. Maureen raised an eyebrow and lightly squeezed his thigh. "Hmm...You've got to get some meat on those bones!" She removed her hand from Mark's thigh, watching for his reaction.
"Uh...yeah, I...I guess I do," he spluttered.
Mark
Mark was unbelievably embarrassed. Burping in front of Maureen was bad enough, but when she put her hand on his thigh...Mark had never felt anything like that before. He looked into Maureen's spectacular green eyes, exuberant and full of happiness, without a care in the world. Without even thinking, he began, "Maureen, I..." but he was interrupted by the principal, who was getting the assembly started. The principal introduced a man, who was apparently going to tell the students about a fundraiser. Mark lost interest once the fundraiser man began talking. He thought about Maureen, and what would happen if he asked her out somewhere. Would she say yes? Would Mark even be allowed to take her out? What would Roger think? Roger loathed her.
Mark was jerked out of his thoughts a few minutes later, when the fundraiser man was holding up various colorful items. He was explaining how many (of what? Mark wondered) they could sell to win the toy. Mark knew that anything he would win in a fundraiser would end up in his desk drawer or the garbage can within a month of the distribution.
After the assembly finally ended, Mark followed his classmates back to their classroom to collect their things so they could leave. Mark gathered his books and waited by the door, conveniently right next to Maureen. They stood awkwardly for a few seconds, and then she spoke. "Look, Mark, about before-"
Mark cut her off. "No, Maureen... uhm..." His words caught in his throat and he couldn't speak. He tried clearing his throat. "I...uh..." It was no use. Mark felt his face get hot.
"Cat got your tongue?" Maureen smirked. Just then, the dismissal bell rang, and the class streamed out of the classroom doors. Mark had missed his chance.
Collins
Collins, being the "event coordinator," (as he liked to call himself) of his friends, decided that they were due for another group get-together. But where to go? Collins called Angel after school that afternoon to ask his opinion.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Angel, it's Collins."
"Hi!" Angel sounded genuinely happy to hear from Collins.
"So, what's up?" Collins asked.
"Nothing really...You?"
"Actually, I was wondering if I could ask your opinion on something," Collins began.
"No, Collins, pink is not your color," Angel said, giggling.
"Hey!" Collins laughed.
"No, really, what did ya wanna ask me?" Angel asked.
"Well, I thought we all could use a little get-together. What should we do?"
"How about ice skating again?"
"Nah, I think you, Maureen, and Mimi were the only ones who really enjoyed that one." Collins smiled.
"Ooh! I know! Let's go to the mall!" Angel suggested.
"Eh...I don't know about that..." Collins said apprehensively.
"No, Col, listen! The girls can shop and the guys can just hang out and stuff!"
"I guess that's cool. I'll run it by everyone. See ya tomorrow, Ang."
"Bye, Collins."
Collins hung up the phone and called Mark, then Roger, until he had called each one of his friends and shared his plans with them. They all agreed that Friday would be best, and that they would carpool to the mall. Collins couldn't wait until Friday.
Maureen
Maureen pranced merrily to her first rehearsal. It wasn't really a rehearsal, per se, it was just a gathering of the cast, and they were going to read through the script, as is the usual beginning rehearsals of a play.
Maureen entered the classroom they were instructed to meet in, and found it relatively empty. She walked over to one of the front seats and made herself comfortable, taking out the script she'd picked up at Mrs. O'Boyle's classroom earlier that day.
Soon after, other members of the cast entered the room and sat down in the desks. Maureen recognized Alison Grey, who had been cast as Sandy, and Marisa Browns, who ended up being cast as Marty. "Hi!" Maureen said cheerfully to the girls. She received two bitter glares in return. What was that about? Maureen wondered to herself. She shrugged it off and turned her attention to Mrs. O'Boyle, who had just entered the room and was beginning to make an announcement.
After Mrs. O'Boyle's ten minute lecture, she passed out the scripts to the students who hadn't picked them up, and then prompted the lead characters to begin reading their lines. When Maureen got to her first line, she said it strongly, with confidence. When she'd finished, she heard a scoff from behind her. Turning her head ever-so-slightly, Maureen was able to see Marisa Browns sitting right behind her. Maureen considered confronting Marisa about it, but decided against it; she wanted to at least try to be polite to her new costars. Besides, she reminded herself, I'm probably just imagining it.
Mimi
Mimi emerged angrily from Joanne's mother's car. She'd been playing with the strap of her tank-top because it was a little big, and the strap had ripped. Now she looked like a complete loser, and it was her favorite top. "I can't believe this!" she cried when she stepped out of the car. Maureen followed, frowning. "Let me see it," she said thoughtfully. Mimi walked miserably over to Maureen and lifted her denim jacket off her shoulders to reveal the tear.
"We can probably sew this up. Do you have any thread?"
Mimi shook her head. Maureen then turned to Joanne, who was coming out of the car. "Do you have any thread on you?"
Joanne cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah, let me just get out my sewing kit," Joanne said sarcastically, reaching into her pocket.
Maureen giggled. "Ask your mom."
"Mo, she doesn't have any."
"You don't know that! Ask!" Joanne sighed and went back into the car to ask her mother for thread. She came back a few seconds later, shaking her head. Mimi folded her arms. "This isn't fair."
"What isn't fair?" Angel was making his way over to the girls, followed by a cheery Collins, an anxious-looking Mark, and a sullen Roger.
"Mimi's strap broke," Maureen said before Mimi could open her mouth.
"Aw, let me see." Mimi exposed her shoulder again, scowling. Angel took the broken strap in his hand. "I could fix this, does anyone have any thread?"
Maureen clicked her tongue impatiently. "We already asked everyone! Can we just go?"
"PMS?" Collins questioned, smirking.
"No!" Maureen screeched.
Mimi put an arm around Maureen and began to walk towards the doors of the mall. "Let's go!"
Maureen jumped up excitedly. "Wheee!" she squealed, running ahead of the rest of the group. Mimi heard a sigh behind her. She turned and saw Roger, looking unhappy, with his arms folded across his chest.
"What's up with you?" she asked him. He shrugged. "Are you okay?" Roger nodded. "Are you going to talk at all?" Roger shook his head. "Alrighty then," Mimi said, hurrying to catch up with Collins. "What's up with Roger?" she asked him.
"He's...not too happy. I don't know if he wants too many people to know why," Collins said in a low voice. "If he wants to tell you, he will." Collins raised his voice a little. "So he'll be emo in the corner all night." Mimi smiled.
Mark
Mark walked towards the mall doors with the others, trying to keep himself calm. There really was no need to be nervous, Maureen probably had forgotten all about their little...incident. That had been Tuesday, after all. He took a deep breath, and looked behind him at Roger. He was walking with his hands in his pockets, a frown playing on his face. Mark thought about going to talk to him, but he knew Roger was best left alone when he was in a mood like this.
"Hi, Marky!" Mark heard Maureen squeal next to him. He felt the familiar lurch in his stomach as he forced a smile. "Hey, Maureen."
"What's new?"
"Like I haven't seen you in a while, Maureen," Mark said, smiling. He'd just seen her at school, of course.
"I know! But I feel like we haven't spoken in a million years!" Mark laughed nervously.
"Loosen up, Mark! Sheesh!" Maureen thumped him on the shoulder as she said this. Mark smiled. He felt his stomach lurch again when Maureen leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I need to talk to you in private," she breathed. Mark attempted to find his voice. "O...Okay..." Mark decided not to get his hopes up; she could be leading him on, or asking about something school-related. ...Or she might want to tell him that she likes him. Mark took a deep breath; he was hoping that the latter was true, though he was also hoping it wasn't. Mark was just so confused.
A minute or so later, Mark found himself at the entrance of the mall. Maureen suddenly grabbed his arm and dragged him through the doors. "Where are we...?" Maureen cut him off. "Come here."
She led him to a relatively quiet area of the mall, where there were few stores, just some little stands here and there. Maureen looked him in the eye.
"Mark," she began, taking a deep breath. "Um, that day, at the assembly, well..." she swallowed hard. "Well, I felt, like, a connection between us. Did you feel it?" Mark nodded, afraid to speak. "And...Um...I really like you, Mark." Mark had no idea what to say. He smiled a little bit. Maureen giggled. They stood awkwardly for a minute or two, and then Mark spoke. "Maureen, I, uh, I really like you too," he said as Maureen beamed.
"So, where do we go from here?" Maureen inquired. Mark shrugged.
"Wanna...go to the movies or something sometime?" Lame.
"Sure, that could be fun!" Maureen squealed. The two stood looking into each other's eyes for a few minutes, when a tinny ringing sound broke the silence. "Hello?" Maureen answered her cell phone. A few seconds later she hung up. "Collins is wondering where we are, we'd better go back," Maureen giggled again. Mark and Maureen walked back to their friends, side by side, both grinning broadly.
Collins
"And where have you two been?" Collins asked as Maureen and Mark came walking over to the group. Maureen raised an eyebrow. "Nowhere."
"Hmmmm...Really?" Collins asked Mark, who nodded nervously. Hm...They're not telling...Collins thought. He knew that they'd both end up telling him, (separately, of course) because Collins was so close with both of them that it was impossible for him not to find out.
"So, what's the plan, compatriots?" Collins asked the group.
"Comp...what?!" Maureen blurted out.
"It means 'friends'," Joanne clarified.
"Thank you, Joanne," Collins nodded towards her. "What are we doing?"
"Shopping, duh!" This came from Maureen.
Collins rolled his eyes. "Yes, Mo, we're shopping. But are we all going to go to the same stores or what?"
Mark shook his head. "I'm not going into girly stores!"
Collins laughed. "Well, why don't we split into groups and go wherever, meet somewhere at a certain time, and switch off?"
They all agreed, and split up into groups of two with one group of three. Mark and Roger went wandering in a random direction; Angel dragged Collins to a nearby clothing store (Angel claimed that Collins needed better clothes); Maureen, Mimi, and Joanne wandered over to...well, pretty much every girl's clothing store in the mall.
I'm going to switch POV's by which group I'm talking about, so it'll be in both (or all three) of their POV's instead of one at a time, I'm lazy. I think I just confused myself with that explanation, but you'll catch on.
Collins and Angel
"Angel, where are we going?" Collins groaned. He wasn't looking forward to shopping at all, but Angel wouldn't take "no" for an answer, as he'd found out.
"You need better clothes, mister!" Angel said. Collins rolled his eyes.
"Sometimes you remind me of a girl."
Angel stopped walking. "What's...What's that supposed to mean?" Angel asked, feeling hurt.
Oh, shit. Collins thought. "No, Ang, I...I didn't mean..."
"Stop!" Angel cut him off. "Do you know how many times I hear that a day? From kids at school, and teachers, and my father? And now my best friend..." Angel wiped a tear from his face, determined to hold it together. They were in public, after all.
Collins' heart skipped a beat. "Angel, come on, I was...was kidding! I didn't mean anything like that!" Collins was beginning to think that the mall was a bad idea. He couldn't believe he would say something like that; he knew how sensitive Angel could be.
Angel turned away from Collins and pulled himself together. The mall was his suggestion, after all, and he wasn't going to ruin it for Collins and everyone else.
"Hey, Ang, I'm sorry, I didn't realize-"
"Forget it," Angel said. He put a hand on Collins' shoulder. "I'm okay." He grabbed Collins' arm and led him to Macy's.
"Oh, Angel, are you kidding me?"
Angel frowned. "Nope, come on."
Collins humored Angel, because shopping for other people seemed to make him happy. Most of the clothes Angel had picked out were not Collins' style, though Angel did pick out a nice-looking polo that Collins ended up buying.
Maureen, Mimi, and Joanne
Maureen opened up her wallet. "My whore of a mother only gave me thirty dollars," she announced to her friends. Joanne cocked an eyebrow.
"I'm sure your mom's not a whore."
Maureen turned to Joanne and raised an eyebrow. "You haven't met my mom."
"Well, no, but I'm sure she can't be that bad! She's your mom, she loves you!"
"That's where you're wrong, Jo," Maureen said sadly.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't wanna talk about it," Maureen mumbled.
Joanne stopped walking. "Are you sure?" Maureen walked past her. "Yeah." Joanne turned to Mimi, who was standing there, watching the conversation. "Do you know what she's talking about?" Mimi shook her head.
"I don't think she likes to talk about it. Come on! We've got some shopping to do!" Mimi followed Maureen into the store she went into. Joanne followed, knowing that Maureen was hiding something; Maureen was her friend, and if something was bothering her, Joanne was determined to make her feel better.
Joanne realized that Mimi had left her alone, so she hurried into the store. She quickly located Maureen at the rack of clothes in the corner, looking for her size in a sparkly blue shirt. "Hey," Joanne greeted Maureen when she reached her.
"Hi!" Maureen squeaked. "I saw this shirt that would look adorable on you! Come here!" Maureen grabbed Joanne's arm and pulled her in the opposite direction and stopped in front of a green tunic-looking shirt with a low neckline.
"Maureen, are you joking?"
"No."
"But...it's green." There were plenty of other things wrong with it, but Joanne decided to start with the color.
Maureen frowned and went to the other side of the rack. She could've sworn that she saw the same shirt and an orange-peach color.
"Look, Jo! They have it in peach!" Maureen smiled and took it off the rack.
"Maureen, my parents will kill me. Look at that neckline."
Maureen raised an eyebrow. "It's not like you won't be able to fill it out..." Maureen fanned out her hands and moved them in front of her breasts in a circular motion, raising her eyebrows suggestively.
Joanne felt her face turn a deep shade of red. She slapped Maureen's arm playfully to get her to put her hands down. "Maureen!" she squeaked.
"What? It's the truth!" Maureen handed she shirt to Joanne. "Try it on."
Joanne sighed miserably and walked towards the fitting rooms. Maureen grinned at Joanne and followed her so she could see what it looked like. Maureen knew the shirt would look great on Joanne; she had the right figure to pull it off. Maureen was too flat and skinny to wear it. She skipped over to Mimi, who was browsing at some pants. "Guess what?"
"What?"
"Mark likes me." Maureen had been waiting to tell someone; she thought she was going to burst.
"WHAT? No way!" Mimi squealed, giving Maureen a hug. Mimi had known that Mark liked Maureen, since that time they'd went to the Life Café, though now she knew for sure.
Maureen was jumping up and down annoyingly, and people were staring. Mimi rolled her eyes. "Maureen! Stop!" Maureen pouted but stopped jumping. Joanne emerged from the fitting room at this point, feeling very insecure. Maureen dashed over to her.
"I told you it would look awesome!" Joanne wasn't so sure. "I don't know..."
"Nonsense," Maureen mumbled, smoothing out Joanne's shoulders. "You have to get it."
Joanne tugged at the bottom. "Are you sure it's not too small?"
Maureen shook her head. "It's supposed to be tight." She gestured for Mimi to come over. Mimi's eyes lit up when she saw Joanne. "You look amazing!"
"Really?" Joanne asked sheepishly. Maureen and Mimi nodded excitedly. Joanne decided to give in and bought the shirt. Maureen ended up buying a little mini-skirt ("To wear in the winter?" Joanne had asked bemusedly), and Mimi bought a pair of pink pants and a shirt to match. The girls hurried to the food court where they were supposed to meet the rest of the group.
Mark and Roger
"So...where do you wanna go?" Mark asked Roger.
"Home," Roger answered.
Mark sighed. "I'd take you there, but I don't have a car..." Roger said nothing. He'd begged Collins to let him stay home, but Collins insisted that Roger come with the group. Stupid Collins. Roger sighed. Mark sighed. The two stood in silence.
"Are you sure you don't wanna go anywhere?" Roger nodded. Mark checked his watch. "We've got an hour until we've got to meet everybody. Are we just gonna stand here the whole time?" Roger shrugged. "Why won't you say anything?" Roger shrugged again. Mark shook his head exasperatedly. "Let's go get a table for later, then," Mark suggested miserably, leading the way towards the food court. Roger followed, still annoyed.
Mark found a table that fit seven people, which was lucky, and sat down. Roger sat down beside him. The two sat in silence for most of the hour, with Mark making occasional small talk, while Roger barely held up the other end of the conversation. Mark and Roger were both very relieved when Collins and Angel came walking over to their table.
Collins frowned. "How long have you guys been sitting here?"
Mark shrugged. "An hour, I guess."
"How come?" Angel asked.
"Roger didn't want to go anywhere." Collins rolled his eyes and joined the two at the table. "I'm hungry."
Angel put down his shopping bag. "I'll go get us some stuff if you want," he offered. The other three obliged and gave Angel their orders and money.
"So, what'd ya buy, Collins?"
"Nothing really, just a shirt. Angel was helping me shop."
Roger stifled a laugh. The other two turned their attention to him.
"Did you just laugh?" Collins asked incredulously.
Roger smiled slightly. "Maybe."
"What's so funny?"
Roger shrugged. "The thought of Angel helping you shop, I guess...he's a little girly, isn't he?"
Collins shot up. "What's that supposed to mean!?" he roared. "You know, Roger, this is so typical. The one time you actually open your damn mouth, you go and insult someone!" Collins folded his arms and breathed deeply.
Roger sunk deeper into his chair. "Look, Col, I didn't mean anything, I was just-"
"Just what?"
"I...I didn't know this was going to upset you, it was just a joke-"
"Yeah, well, Angel is my friend, okay? And he doesn't like it when anyone calls him girly or anything! So I would appreciate it if you didn't call him that!"
Roger nodded. "I'm... uh, sorry, Collins."
As if on cue, Angel came walking over to the group cheerfully, holding a large tray of food. "What'd I miss?" he asked.
"Nothing," the three said in unison, none of them meeting Angel's eyes.
"HIIIII EVERYBODY!"
"Hi, Maureen," Collins mumbled, pretending to look angry about her entrance. She pouted, and skipped over to the table, sitting in the vacant seat next to Mark.
"Hello!" Mimi squealed, setting her bags on the chair next to Angel's. Joanne sat quietly on Collins' other side.
"How'd you guys do?" Collins asked. "Get anything good?"
"Nothing you'd like," Mimi answered. Maureen, Joanne and Mimi departed after that to get their food, and came back a few minutes later.
The group talked and joked loudly, teasing each other and stealing portions of their friends' food. Mark didn't join in much; he was watching Maureen. He was amazed by her ability to command attention, whenever she said something, everybody looked at her. She was so beautiful. Her long curls fell against her face every time she moved it, and her startling green eyes sparkled every time she spoke. More than once she turned her attention to Mark, and the two just stared into each other's eyes, lost in them. Mark couldn't wait to see where their relationship would take them.
-sigh of relief- I have no idea why it was so LONG! Sorry! I hope you enjoyed it, now go review! Please!! I'm still taking plot suggestions! Thanks so much! I'm not sure when I'll get the next chapter up, I'm going to be getting a research paper assignment soon, but I'll update as fast as I can!