Author's Note: To be honest guys I've kind of been putting off writing for a while partly because I'm super busy and partly because I have absolutely no idea where this story is going...but I will not give up! Haha! I'm not sure how long this is going to be, maybe twenty or so chapters, but I'll figure it out! I had some really good ideas during classes today, and instead of writing them down I just expected myself to remember...bad idea. But enough chit chat! Enjoy!
Roger POV:
Mimi is sick...not like stay home from school sick, like can't even move sick. I've been staying at her place for a couple weeks. She started getting sick last week. Everything was going so well too! I mean we had a couple good months in the loft but...I guess happy endings don't exist in New York city...especially when you have AIDS. I'm sitting next to her bed and looking at her. God was she beautiful. She was so peaceful when she slept...she looked like an angel.
It would have been creepy for me to stand here watching her for hours on end, if she weren't so sick. I haven't told anyone else yet and I am starting to feel guilty. Y/N has asked like a hundred times if Mimi could come over, or why wasn't Mimi answering her calls.
I should probably tell her...I mean she's practically Mimi's best friend, but I don't want to cause panic. Ughh this is so stressful.
I think I'll just tell her and Mark tonight.
God this was going to be dreadful.
Your POV:
"Hey Mark, do we have any blankets?" You ask him. "Besides the ones in our bedrooms?" He says with a chuckle. "I'm doing laundry silly, and I want to make sure that I'm not completely cutting off our only source of heat if the power blows." You tell him. "Laundry?" He asks. You nod.
"Yeah, you guys haven't washed any of your blankets, or clothes for that matter in months." A small blush creeps up his cheeks. "We don't usually do laundry around here." He says, laughing. "Well then your lucky I'm here." You smile. "I'm gonna go to the laundromat with these, I'll be back in an hour." You tell him.
"Ok! Roger is coming over for dinner tonight by the way!" He tells you as you grab your jacket. "Oh great! Is Mimi coming too?" You ask eagerly, you hadn't seen her in over a week. "He didn't say." Mark tells you. You nod and smile. "Okay." You open the door to leave the loft when Mark calls after you. "Be careful!." He tells you. You smile and walk back up to him. " I will." You kiss him quickly on the lips. He smiles his cute smile and you head out the door.
LATER THAT EVENING
Mark POV:
"Hey guys!" I hear the front door to the loft open. I smile. "Hey Rog!" I walk over to the door and hug him. He was shivering. "Jesus Roger you're freezing." I tell him. He shakes his head. "It's nothing, I'm pretty sure they turned off the heat in Mimi's place." He says, but doesn't take his coat off. Why was he even wearing a coat?
"Hey Roger!" I hear Y/N say from across the room. "Hey Y/NN!" He says, hugging her. "So whats for dinner?" He says excitedly. "I'm starving!" He says. I smile. "We ordered a pizza!" I tell him.
Roger's face brightens. "Sounds great!" He says. After we all sit down at the kitchen counter, Roger's face turns serious. "Guys, I have something to tell you." He says. Oh gosh.
"It's Mimi." He says. I see Y/N's face drop and I grab her hand under the table. "Shes...um...she really sick." He says, and I can tell how difficult this is for him. "And I don't think she's gonna make it."
Oh god please No.
I see Y/N stand up and walk out of the loft. Roger looks at me with worry in his eyes. "We should follow her." He says. Usually I would have just let her be, but it was dark out and I didn't want her getting mugged or anything. I looked out the window quickly, but I couldn't tell which direction she went.
Me and Roger walk out of the loft and down the stairs of the apartment. Commencing our search for Y/N.
FOUR HOURS LATER.
Roger POV:
"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!" Mark screams. "Take a breather man, we'll find her." I reassure him. We had looked EVERYWHERE. We checked the life, the park, we checked multiple stores she liked, we checked every street and we went back to the loft...twice. "Oh god Roger what if someone mugged her?!" Mark says, worry in his voice. "Mark she's tough, no one-"
"What if she got kidnapped?!" He says. "She didn't get kidnapped Mark." Although now I wasn't so sure. "What are we gonna do?" He says. "Lets head back to the loft." I tell him. "The loft?! What about Y/N?! She's out here Roger! We NEED to find her!" He yells at me. Wow he really did love her.
"Mark she's fine, let's just go-"
"No Roger! She's not fine! It's been four hours! Its 11:00 and my girlfriend is out on the streets of New York city! This isn't okay Roger! WE NEED TO FIND HER!" He screams the last part. I have never in my whole life, seen Mark this panicked. His look of anger quickly dissolves into one of sadness. I don't know if its the moonlight or if it's actually happening, but I can see tears in Mark's eyes. Mark never cries.
"I need to find her Roger." He says. I hear his voice break. Oh god Mark. I walk up to him and hug him. He wraps his arms around me and starts crying full force.
Oh Mark.
"It's ok we'll find her. I promise." I say sincerely. He nods and pulls away. He wipes his eyes. "Thanks Rog." He says.
Little did we know, that she was in the one place we hadn't checked.
Your POV:
Mimi is sick.
Really sick.
As soon as he said those words, you dashed out of the apartment. You had to see her. You couldn't let her die, she was your best friend. Is. She is your best friend.
And here you thought that you would actually get a happy ending.