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Chapter Two: Quality Time
(Roger's POV)
I ignore the curious look on Mark's face as I storm into the loft and slam the door behind me.
"This is the last straw!" I shout to no one. "The girl has crossed the line!" My clenched fist pounds the table.
"Something happen with Mimi?" Mark asks me in a near casual tone. I guess this is getting like a routine for him.
"Well, geez, Mark," I say with sarcasm dripping off every word. "Is it _that_ obvious?"
Seeming unaffected, Mark sughs and gets up. Coming over to me, he says, "What'd she do this time, Roger?"
I glance at him. "Nothing that concerns you, Mark."
"Roger, -" He begins in a soft tone, but I cut him off.
"Don't even start, Mark," I snap at him. "For once stay out of _my_ affairs and mind your own fucking buisness!"
Despite my angry manner, Mark persists. Now the back of my right hand hits Mark's left cheek.
The filmmaker turns his head and looks at me, a red mark is appearing where my hand made contact with his face. His eyes show disappointment, but despite this he remains strong and holds his gaze.
I realize now that I've hit him, and all he was doing was trying to help me. "Oh god, Mark," I say. "I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to. Oh god," Guilt is taking me over now.
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(Mark's POV)
My cheek's stinging where Roger hit me, and now the blonde musician is looking and acting guilty.
"Roger," I tell him, "it's OK. It was my fault; I shouldn't have persisted."
"It's not your fault," He responds. "I shouldn't take my anger out on you... Not after all you;ve done for me..."
"Roger, it's OK." I think I should figure out what happened. "Come on. Let's go sit on the couch and you explain to me what happened."
With a slight nod, he follows me. As soon as I sit down, I tell him to begin.
"Well," Roger starts, "I went to go see how Mimi was doing, but when I knocked on the door, no one answered. I knew she wasn't at work so I let myself inside. The place was empty so I went into the bedroom to see if she was asleep. She was in bed... But it was with another man."
"Benny?" I ask.
Shaking his head, the guitarist continues. "No, not Benny. Our, or should I say _my_ , ex drug-dealer." He takes a quick note of my schocked expression and begins to tell me what happened next. "Mimi told me it wasn't what it looked like, which was a total lie. There was yelling, shit flew, and I broke up with her." He stops for a second. "But I think something god happened."
"What's that?" Now I'm interested.
Roger grins at me. "Between the tempers Mimi and I had, and all the stuff we threw, Russ got beat up pretty fucking bad."
I laugh, and so does Roger; this makes me smile more. It's a rare thing to hear or see him laugh, but everytime I do, it makes me happy knowing that he's happy. The way his eye's sparkle, the sound of his happiness; just a few things I love about him.
"Hey," he says, "Let's wathc some films of your's."
Not wanting to break his pleasant mood, I hurridly get the best films. Putting them into hte projector, I sit down on the couch, ready to spend some quality time with my best friend.
Chapter Two: Quality Time
(Roger's POV)
I ignore the curious look on Mark's face as I storm into the loft and slam the door behind me.
"This is the last straw!" I shout to no one. "The girl has crossed the line!" My clenched fist pounds the table.
"Something happen with Mimi?" Mark asks me in a near casual tone. I guess this is getting like a routine for him.
"Well, geez, Mark," I say with sarcasm dripping off every word. "Is it _that_ obvious?"
Seeming unaffected, Mark sughs and gets up. Coming over to me, he says, "What'd she do this time, Roger?"
I glance at him. "Nothing that concerns you, Mark."
"Roger, -" He begins in a soft tone, but I cut him off.
"Don't even start, Mark," I snap at him. "For once stay out of _my_ affairs and mind your own fucking buisness!"
Despite my angry manner, Mark persists. Now the back of my right hand hits Mark's left cheek.
The filmmaker turns his head and looks at me, a red mark is appearing where my hand made contact with his face. His eyes show disappointment, but despite this he remains strong and holds his gaze.
I realize now that I've hit him, and all he was doing was trying to help me. "Oh god, Mark," I say. "I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to. Oh god," Guilt is taking me over now.
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(Mark's POV)
My cheek's stinging where Roger hit me, and now the blonde musician is looking and acting guilty.
"Roger," I tell him, "it's OK. It was my fault; I shouldn't have persisted."
"It's not your fault," He responds. "I shouldn't take my anger out on you... Not after all you;ve done for me..."
"Roger, it's OK." I think I should figure out what happened. "Come on. Let's go sit on the couch and you explain to me what happened."
With a slight nod, he follows me. As soon as I sit down, I tell him to begin.
"Well," Roger starts, "I went to go see how Mimi was doing, but when I knocked on the door, no one answered. I knew she wasn't at work so I let myself inside. The place was empty so I went into the bedroom to see if she was asleep. She was in bed... But it was with another man."
"Benny?" I ask.
Shaking his head, the guitarist continues. "No, not Benny. Our, or should I say _my_ , ex drug-dealer." He takes a quick note of my schocked expression and begins to tell me what happened next. "Mimi told me it wasn't what it looked like, which was a total lie. There was yelling, shit flew, and I broke up with her." He stops for a second. "But I think something god happened."
"What's that?" Now I'm interested.
Roger grins at me. "Between the tempers Mimi and I had, and all the stuff we threw, Russ got beat up pretty fucking bad."
I laugh, and so does Roger; this makes me smile more. It's a rare thing to hear or see him laugh, but everytime I do, it makes me happy knowing that he's happy. The way his eye's sparkle, the sound of his happiness; just a few things I love about him.
"Hey," he says, "Let's wathc some films of your's."
Not wanting to break his pleasant mood, I hurridly get the best films. Putting them into hte projector, I sit down on the couch, ready to spend some quality time with my best friend.