Disclaimer: Jonathon Larson's genius invention
A/N: Sorry its been taking me so long!! Ill try harder next time
*MARK POV*
I had completely forgotten about that aftershave. On the first day of work I had been informed that aftershave was considered a "requirement." I hated it. It smelled weird and felt gross on my skin. After I quit I vowed to never wear it again, and I haven't. I hoped that no one would find it. I mean if Roger discovered it, he would never let me forget it. It was embarrassing enough having Mimi discover it, but at least she was sweet and "promised" not to tell anyone…thought I'm sure she will.
She's so great. Roger's such a lucky guy to have her, and yet they can't carry on a conversation for fifteen minutes without screaming at each other. Every once in awhile I wonder what would've happened if I opened the door instead of Roger that night. But Mimi would've met Roger, they would've fallen in love, and I'd be where I am today, the third wheel.
"So…what have you been up to?" she asked. I took a sip of my hot chocolate.
"Just cleaning my camera. I haven't even eaten breakfast yet. You guys started earlier than usual this morning. Most times I can eat and then film the walls shaking from your screams, and then wait for one of you to come up here."
"Are we really that loud?" I just nodded. "I'm so sorry, Mark. We don't mean to throw you in the middle of this. It's just…well you know Roger like the back of your hand and he, and I, trust you."
"Like the back of my hand? I don't know it that well," I said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Sure you do. Here, lemme see." She took my right hand and covered it with her own. "Now, tell me about your hand."
"Tell you about my hand?!"
"Just do it!"
"Ok….uhh I have this mole on my knuckle…Roger's always threatening to cut it off while I'm sleeping."
"Anything else?"
"I have a scar on the back of my thumb from when I fell attempting to play basketball in high school during PE…why?"
"See?! I told you! You know the back of your own hand really well!" I just stared at her in disbelief.
"You're a nut Mimi, you know that?" I started laughing, and she began, and soon enough I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard. All of a sudden we realized how stupid it was, and we both stopped laughing. I cleared my throat and looked down at my hand. She was still holding it. I glanced back up at her, and she was looking at it too. I had this weird feeling in my stomach when I looked at her…it made me uncomfortable, and she could tell. Her eyes met mine, and we quickly pulled our hands away and I stared at the floor. It was a strange moment. I've never, ever, in my entire life, had an awkward moment with Mimi. Yet somehow we had managed it.
"I better get--" we both started at the same time. She gave a weak laugh and said, "I better get back downstairs. Roger will be home soon." I nodded.
"I'll talk to you later," I said.
"Bye Marky," and she walked out the door.
