A/N: wow…long time delay!! Sorry!! School + shows + overprotective parents = no time. thanks for reading this! Thanks to Markygurl for finally getting me to update. Please read and review
DISCLAIMER:
*MIMI POV*
As I walked back down the stairs, I shut my eyes and tried to recapture what had just happened. I held his hand, he called me a nut, we laughed, realized I was holding his hand, and then had an awkward moment. No big deal…right? Roger would have just stared at us in disbelief and then rolled his eyes at the idiocy…but it was nice to laugh. I haven't laughed in awhile. Roger doesn't seem to appreciate my sense of humor. But it wasn't the laughter that bothered me…it was that awkward moment. Mark and I don't have awkward moments. We just don't. We're best friends trying to survive in this insane city of New York. No awkward moments allowed. And yet it happened. I had that weird feeling inside. When I looked into those deep, gorgeous, ocean blue ey--
I stopped myself right there. It didn't matter anyway. Roger has the sexiest eyes of anyone I know.
The sound of feet tramping up the stairs brought me out of my thoughts. I watched Roger come into sight, his pajama pants getting too small for him. I really need to stop shrinking them, even if it is an accident…although they do accent those fine legs.
He slowly approached me, avoiding all eye contact. "Look, Mimi," he ran his hand through his hair, "I didn't mean to leave my shoe out on the floor…Ill put it away next time, k?" He slowly looked up, staring into my eyes. I couldn't help but melt.
"You promise?"
"I Promise"
"And no stinky socks either?"
"And no stinky -- hey! My socks are NOT stinky!" He grinned, and I grinned back. We hugged for a minute before he pulled me inside so we could make up properly.
As I lay in bed awake that night, my thoughts kept drifting back to that moment with Mark. How I had laughed so hard that I was having trouble breathing…how, for a moment, my issues with Roger seemed to disappear.
"Roger?"
"mm?"
"Tell me a joke"
"A joke?"
"Yea…a clean joke"
"Mimi…my name is Roger Davis. I don't know any clean jokes"
"None?"
"Except for that stupid chicken crossing the road one"
I sighed. He rolled over.
"What's wrong baby?"
"Nothing."
"Come on don't pull that with me"
"Nothing's wrong"
"Mimi…"
"NOTHING'S WRONG!"
"WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME ANYTHING ANYMORE?!"
"WHY AREN'T YOU MORE CONSIDERATE OF OTHER'S FEELINGS?!"
I don't know how long we fought. Could have been an hour. Could have been fifteen minutes. But as I stood there, fighting back that awful urge to fall to the floor sobbing, I realized one thing. I was not going to be the one left alone in the apartment. Not this time. I wasn't going to be the one watching the door slam. So I ran, before he could. I ran to the only place I could think of. Straight upstairs, and right into Mark's open arms.
DISCLAIMER:
*MIMI POV*
As I walked back down the stairs, I shut my eyes and tried to recapture what had just happened. I held his hand, he called me a nut, we laughed, realized I was holding his hand, and then had an awkward moment. No big deal…right? Roger would have just stared at us in disbelief and then rolled his eyes at the idiocy…but it was nice to laugh. I haven't laughed in awhile. Roger doesn't seem to appreciate my sense of humor. But it wasn't the laughter that bothered me…it was that awkward moment. Mark and I don't have awkward moments. We just don't. We're best friends trying to survive in this insane city of New York. No awkward moments allowed. And yet it happened. I had that weird feeling inside. When I looked into those deep, gorgeous, ocean blue ey--
I stopped myself right there. It didn't matter anyway. Roger has the sexiest eyes of anyone I know.
The sound of feet tramping up the stairs brought me out of my thoughts. I watched Roger come into sight, his pajama pants getting too small for him. I really need to stop shrinking them, even if it is an accident…although they do accent those fine legs.
He slowly approached me, avoiding all eye contact. "Look, Mimi," he ran his hand through his hair, "I didn't mean to leave my shoe out on the floor…Ill put it away next time, k?" He slowly looked up, staring into my eyes. I couldn't help but melt.
"You promise?"
"I Promise"
"And no stinky socks either?"
"And no stinky -- hey! My socks are NOT stinky!" He grinned, and I grinned back. We hugged for a minute before he pulled me inside so we could make up properly.
As I lay in bed awake that night, my thoughts kept drifting back to that moment with Mark. How I had laughed so hard that I was having trouble breathing…how, for a moment, my issues with Roger seemed to disappear.
"Roger?"
"mm?"
"Tell me a joke"
"A joke?"
"Yea…a clean joke"
"Mimi…my name is Roger Davis. I don't know any clean jokes"
"None?"
"Except for that stupid chicken crossing the road one"
I sighed. He rolled over.
"What's wrong baby?"
"Nothing."
"Come on don't pull that with me"
"Nothing's wrong"
"Mimi…"
"NOTHING'S WRONG!"
"WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME ANYTHING ANYMORE?!"
"WHY AREN'T YOU MORE CONSIDERATE OF OTHER'S FEELINGS?!"
I don't know how long we fought. Could have been an hour. Could have been fifteen minutes. But as I stood there, fighting back that awful urge to fall to the floor sobbing, I realized one thing. I was not going to be the one left alone in the apartment. Not this time. I wasn't going to be the one watching the door slam. So I ran, before he could. I ran to the only place I could think of. Straight upstairs, and right into Mark's open arms.
