Disclaimer: unfortunately not mine…belong to the late great Jonathon Larson
A/N: thanks for the reviews!! Sorry this has taken sooo long ive been extremely busy u have no idea.
*MIMI POV*
God I love Mark. He's such a sweetheart. Seriously you could like sell him in a box for Valentine's Day. He's so understanding, and adorable and…yea. I knocked on the door, and less than five seconds later he opens the door. He just looks at me and opens his arms for a hug. I don't even have to say anything. Of course he probably heard the entire conversation through the floor…our yells tend to echo throughout the entire building. I just smile at him and hug him, making sure not to get my bloody hand on him.
Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if he had opened the door that night instead of Roger. Then I realize that I probably would've met Roger through Mark, fallen in love with him, and we'd be in the same spot that we are now. I love Mark to death, but he's just not Roger. Not that its necessarily a bad thing…Mark pulled away from me, interrupting my thoughts.
"So how did it start today? Roger's shoe on the floor?" he asked mockingly.
"It smelled bad, and I tripped over it in my heels," I said, putting on my best pout. He looked down at my shoes and I wiggled my six-inch heels at him.
"Sounds like a good reason to me." he commented. He took my hand and examined the cut while making sure not to touch the blood. "How'd this happen? You throw a mirror at him or something?"
"A picture frame. I went to pick up the pieces and I cut myself. We don't have any more Band-Aids," I explained.
"There are a bunch in the bathroom. Go grab one and I'll make us some hot chocolate."
"What happened to your tea addiction?" I asked while searching for the Band-Aids. Ah ha! They were hidden under the aftershave. Wait…Mark wears aftershave?!
"They had a hot chocolate machine at the office. I drank about five cups a day to keep me awake, and I got hooked. It's a lot sweeter than tea and I like the taste better." I put the Band-Aid on the cut, grabbed the aftershave and walked out of the bathroom.
"Mark Cohen, since when do you wear aftershave?!" He turned bright pink.
"I had to wear it for work."
"Uh huh, I'm sure your boss made you buy it."
"He did!"
"Right. Sure. Whatever." I turned around and put it back on the counter.
"Don't tell anybody, please Mimi? I'll never hear the end of it."
"Hmmm…" I tried to keep a straight face, but he was pouting. Its not possible to be mad at Mark when he's pouting. "Alright, I won't. But I better not ever catch you wearing this."
"I promise," he replied, and handed me the hot cocoa.
