Mimi and Roger got a tad bit OOC in this chapter. I'm kinda depressed lately coz of this thing going on in my school. But anyway, DANNY IN CSI LOOKS LIKE MARK. Mwahahaha. :) He's my new crush – enter Carmine Giovinazzo. LOL.
The Loft: August 14, 1991, 2 pm, Eastern Standard Time
Mimi waved her hand in front of her boyfriend's face.
Roger ignored her and continued plucking some notes on his guitar.
"Are you going to be doing that all afternoon?" she asked coldly.
Roger strummed a loud one in answer.
"Fine."
Mimi got up and grabbed her coat.
Roger stopped playing. "Where are you going?"
"I took a day off at work to spend it with you, Mister. And since you don't seem to give a damn about that, I'm going to go earn money to pay the rent."
She stormed out the loft, half expecting Roger to stop her, but he didn't.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1," Roger counted.
On cue, Mimi's bag came flying out of nowhere and hit Roger square on the head.
"Thanks!" Roger yelled.
"You hate me, Roger Davis. You don't love me you selfish bastard!" Mimi hit him with her purse over and over again. The musician winced but didn't make a sound.
Mimi stormed into the room they shared and banged the door on him.
Aching, Roger felt a little guilty for his tactlessness. He grabbed his guitar and knelt down in front of the bedroom door. He knocked on it thrice.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO…"
Roger started to play "Far Away" by Nickleback.
This
time, This place CHORUS On my knees, I'll ask CHORUS So far away I wanted
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who
was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just
in case there's just one left
'Cause you know,
you know, you
know
That I love you
I have loved you all
along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep
dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing
if
I don't see you anymore
Last
chance for one last dance
'Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of
hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all
I'd give for us
Give
anything but I won't give up
'Cause you know,
you know, you
know
Been far away for far too
long
So far away
Been far away for far too long
But you
know, you know, you know
I wanted you to
stay
'Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
That I love
you
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being
away for far too long
So keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving
you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep
breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold
on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and,
never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me
go
"Shit," Mimi sniffed.
"What a fucked up song," she laughed softly.
"Fucked up song for my fucked up girl," Roger grinned.
Mimi punched him on the shoulder. But she smiled because she knew it was his way of saying sorry. The boy smiled back and kissed her.
"I love you," he whispered.
"Love you too."
"ROGER!" Mark barged in the loft.
Roger groaned. "What do you want, Cohen?"
"A guy came to the agency a few minutes ago to ask me to film his band's concert…"
Roger suddenly got interested.
"He heard you playing and he says he wants you on lead guitar!" Mark panted.
Roger's eyes grew wide.
"Lead guitar? NO SHIT."
"YES SHIT."
"Here's his card," Mark handed Roger something.
"You owe me big time," Mark grinned, running out the loft.
Roger spun around to face Mimi, still in shock and gripping the card.
"We were meant to have a love-hate relationship for a reason," she smiled.
"Who says there's hate?" Roger grinned.
"Are you going to call him?" Mimi pointed at the card.
"Maybe later."
And Roger ushered Mimi into his bedroom.
A few hours later…
"I love you," Mimi let out a long breath and rested her head on Roger's bare chest.
"I know you do."
Mimi reached out under her and pulled out a torn, crumpled business card.
"Call him," she ordered, handing him the card.
"Yes Ma'am!" Roger answered like a soldier.
He grabbed the phone off his desk and dialed the number.
"Hey? Yeah, sup?"
Mimi grabbed the phone from him and hung up.
"Whaa…?"
"Formal, genius," Mimi snapped.
Roger groaned. "Rock stars aren't supposed to sound like stuck up babies."
Mimi rolled her eyes and Roger tried again.
"Hello, yes. Good afternoon."
Mimi nodded approvingly.
"Can I please speak to Mr. Carmine Waters?"
Roger furrowed his eyebrows at Mimi.
"Yes, this is he."
Mimi snickered. Roger had never sounded so formal and pathetic.
"Dinner? Tonight? On him?" Roger looked at Mimi.
"With the band? Oh."
Mimi laughed.
"Of course, I'll be there at 7. Good day."
Roger hung up and laid the phone on his bedside table.
"Well, I got myself a job," he grinned.
Mimi squealed and kissed him on the lips. He brought his hands down to her waist and caressed it side to side.
"What're you doing? We just finished doing that," Mimi laughed, crawling over to the edge of the bed, playfully getting away from him.
"Aw, come on. I need to get all that formality out of my system," Roger beamed.
Mimi yelped as he grabbed her and started tickling her.
"No. Dammit – ha ha – shit not the – ha ha," Mimi tried to fight a wave of giggles.
She got on top of him, pressing his arms down the side of his head. She was breathing heavily but he was calmly looking up at her. Strange the way his heart melted every time he gazed into her eyes. Roger's face broke out into a lame smile. At that moment, they were just so overwhelmed with a feeling they'd never felt for each other before. At least not this intense. They were silent this way for several moments.
Without speaking, she rolled off him and quietly curled up on the bed. You would think Roger would be disappointed, but he was actually glad. They didn't need sex to show their love for each other anyway. He brought her close and wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled in his chest.
"Do you feel it?" she asked meekly.
"Yeah, I have no idea what it is," Roger admitted.
"Me too. It's weird… it's like someone stuck a leaf blower up my ass and sent my inside all jiggly."
"I feel like someone poured hot sauce all over my dick," Roger smirked.
"It's the first time I've felt it," Mimi mumbled.
"I've felt it before," Roger said.
"Really? When?"
"Well, practically every time you… look at me… that way."
"Like how?"
"It's like you're… thinking… at that precise moment how lucky we are to have each other."
Mimi was silent.
"Maybe that's what it is and we just both felt it at the same time… that makes it more intense, right?"
"Passionate Fire," Roger laughed softly.
He kissed Mimi's head and just held on to her tighter. Dammit, he was fucking lucky to have her.
Central Park, 3 pm, Eastern Standard Time
Mark was looking for her the whole day. He knew where to find her. At the park, all he had to do was follow the music playing "Musetta's Waltz" through the paths.
And there was Frankie, a perfect picture on a postcard.
"Thought I'd find you here," Mark smiled.
Frankie gave a small jump but sighed at the sight of Mark. She made room on the bench for him.
"Do you even wash that?" Mark teased, watching Frankie blow a few notes on her harmonica.
Frankie showed a slight smile but kept playing.
Mark's eyes lit up.
"That song… it's… Since I Met You, right?"
Frankie nodded and switched songs.
"Were In Heaven," Mark grinned.
Frankie nodded again and switched songs.
"Could Not Ask For More!" Mark was so pleased with himself.
Mark frowned a little at the last song.
"I Will Always Love You."
"My mom used to sing that to me when I was little," Mark mumbled.
Frankie stopped playing.
"Sorry," she gave a weak smile.
Mark laughed. "It's nothing."
Silence.
"Waitta minute…" Mark's face turned into a teasing one. "Since I met you, were in heaven. I could not ask for more because I will always love you."
"Are you flirting with me, Frankie Dela Cruz?" Mark teased, grinning broadly.
Frankie blushed deep red.
"Maybe…" she flashed him a smile.
Mark laughed.
"I thought you wouldn't get it," Frankie laughed along.
"Let's go out, tomorrow," Mark suddenly spat without thinking.
"Oh, tomorrow?" Frankie tucked a loose hair strand behind her ear.
Uh – oh, she's going to say no. Mark thought.
"Sure, I'd like that," Frankie tried to suppress a smile.
"Okay… I'll pick you up at 7," Mark grinned.
The girl nodded shyly.
And they walked back home together.
Passionate Fire… I can't wait till I experience that. Please review. BTW: Mark and Frankie's first date in the next chapter:) Will Ellie ruin that? Also… Benny's up to no good and Mark finds out!!! Read on!
