Disclaimer: Not mine. Still. I only own the plot
A/N: Muhaha. This is where I get to have my fun.
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Love
Roger stared at her for a moment, clearly shocked. "Maureen…no" he finally said. "Please, don't…" She looked at him, the hurt showing in her face. "Don't you love me?" she asked quietly, scooting away from him.
"I don't-I mean, of course-I mean…" Roger was stumbling over his words, not sure what to say to her. Maureen got off of his bed, grabbing her jacket and shoes. "You don't love me" she spat, pulling her shoes on.
"Maureen, no. It's not that. It's just everything was good and now there's all this tension…" he trailed off, looking at her seriously. "I just don't want to ruin anything between you and Mark or Mark and I…please understand." She shook her head at him, pulling her jacket on. "I don't understand…I chose you…and you're turning me down." Maureen had never been turned down in her life. She didn't like it. "I'm leaving" She turned and walked out of his room. Roger followed her.
"Maureen, don't leave" he begged, grabbing her hand. She wrenched it away, crossing her arms over her chest. "Give me one good reason why. And don't say because I love you." He looked at her sadly. "I don't know" he said quietly.
Just then Mark came out of his room. His eyes were red and both Maureen and Roger could tell that he had been crying. "Mo, where are you going?" he asked, noticing that she was dressed as if she was leaving. "Oh. I'm leaving." She said quietly. "I'll be back for my stuff later."
Mark was confused. "You're leaving? You mean you're moving out?" She nodded slowly, trying to ignore the hurt look on his face. "I have to. I'm so sorry." She bit her lip and ran out the door, heading out into the street.
Mark turned to Roger. "What the fuck did you do to her?" he asked angrily. "Why did she leave?" Roger shrugged slightly. "She said she loved me…and I got scared and I couldn't say it back to her and she got upset and now she's gone." He said frantically, staring at the door. Mark blinked. "She said she loved you?" he asked slowly, feeling his throat tighten. "I don't think she meant it" Roger said quickly, rubbing his head. "I don't know. I panicked and now she's gone."
"Do you love her?" Mark asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Roger sighed. "I don't know what love is anymore…I thought I loved April…and she's dead. I thought I loved Mimi…and she ran off with Benny. Everyone I thought I loved is gone." Frustrated, he kicked the wall. Mark walked over to him and touched his shoulder. "You should go after her.." he said, feeling his stomach sink and his heart shatter.
Roger shook his head. "You should go after her" he replied, turning to face Mark. "No" he said quietly. "She chose you…you needs you…not me" He walked towards the fridge slowly, going to get a drink. "She'll be back" he said, watching Mark. "We don't have to go after her…" Mark said nothing. Instead he grabbed a few beers out of the fridge and went into his room, shutting the door.
Roger sighed and grabbed his guitar, going out on the fire escape and trying to ignore the sobs that came from Marks room.
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A/N: Okay, go ahead and hate me. It gets better, don't worry. Sorry it's so short. Another filler chapter.