A/N: I have no idea what possessed me to continue this but.I hope you like
it. I'm trying to keep in character. Critiques are appreciated. And if I
were brilliant like Jonathan Larson, I wouldn't be posting here. This one
is gonna be a Roger POV.
I have never felt more awkward in my whole life. There Maureen sat on the edge of my mattress, holding eye-contact with me. Her chocolate eyes flickering briefly with-I don't know. It certainly was an expression that I have never seen on Maureen.
She breaks the stare and bounces off my bed, startling me out of my puzzlement. Tossing her head back she laughs, putting her back into her prima donna mode. Her fake smile never extends to her eyes. Her eyes glossing over, reminding me about everything I can't stand about her.
I've never liked, nor even tried to understand her. She was the kind of girl who picked up strangers at bars out of pure boredom. The girl who acted like a ditz, even though she's much more intelligent. She used her sexuality to walk all over people and get whatever she wanted. I didn't have much respect for her.
I turn back to my guitar, but continue to watch her out of the corner of my eye. The loft door creaks open and Maureen bursts to greet whoever was there.
"Markie!" Maureen squeals. It's amazing how quickly she goes from thoughtful to bubbly.
"You're still here?" Mark asked, confused. I bet he was counting on me to scare Maureen off. I guess I have that affect on people when I'm angry and don't retreat to my room.
"Of course! I'm spending the night," Maureen announces. Mark sighs heavily, and I hear his footsteps go into the kitchen. The springs squeak as Maureen flops on the couch.
I never actually thought about how Mark felt about me, Maureen, Mimi, even Joanne dropping in when we had problems. Whenever anyone had a fight, they went to Mark for solace and usually a place to stay for the night. Had I ever ruined his evening with my ranting? Probably. I don't think I had spent time with Mark for the sole sake of spending time with him in a while. The rest of our little family was too involved with work and lovers to think of Mark as more than a safety-net.
Mark pokes his head into my room after a few minutes. I motion for him to come in, but he only does so reluctantly.
"I was hoping for a quiet evening. I got myself a movie and everything," Mark sulked.
"Forget that. Not with Maureen in the house. You want to go get a drink?" Mark blinked in surprise. "What?"
Mark realized he was gawking and stopped. "Sure," he shrugged. "It's just that we haven't done that in a while. Should I call Collins?"
"If he doesn't have work tomorrow."
Mark headed towards the door, but stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Mark was thinking hard. "It's just that.well, you've never been in this good of a mood after a fight with Mimi."
Mark left the room, but I thought about what he said. Mark was right.I was feeling great.
I have never felt more awkward in my whole life. There Maureen sat on the edge of my mattress, holding eye-contact with me. Her chocolate eyes flickering briefly with-I don't know. It certainly was an expression that I have never seen on Maureen.
She breaks the stare and bounces off my bed, startling me out of my puzzlement. Tossing her head back she laughs, putting her back into her prima donna mode. Her fake smile never extends to her eyes. Her eyes glossing over, reminding me about everything I can't stand about her.
I've never liked, nor even tried to understand her. She was the kind of girl who picked up strangers at bars out of pure boredom. The girl who acted like a ditz, even though she's much more intelligent. She used her sexuality to walk all over people and get whatever she wanted. I didn't have much respect for her.
I turn back to my guitar, but continue to watch her out of the corner of my eye. The loft door creaks open and Maureen bursts to greet whoever was there.
"Markie!" Maureen squeals. It's amazing how quickly she goes from thoughtful to bubbly.
"You're still here?" Mark asked, confused. I bet he was counting on me to scare Maureen off. I guess I have that affect on people when I'm angry and don't retreat to my room.
"Of course! I'm spending the night," Maureen announces. Mark sighs heavily, and I hear his footsteps go into the kitchen. The springs squeak as Maureen flops on the couch.
I never actually thought about how Mark felt about me, Maureen, Mimi, even Joanne dropping in when we had problems. Whenever anyone had a fight, they went to Mark for solace and usually a place to stay for the night. Had I ever ruined his evening with my ranting? Probably. I don't think I had spent time with Mark for the sole sake of spending time with him in a while. The rest of our little family was too involved with work and lovers to think of Mark as more than a safety-net.
Mark pokes his head into my room after a few minutes. I motion for him to come in, but he only does so reluctantly.
"I was hoping for a quiet evening. I got myself a movie and everything," Mark sulked.
"Forget that. Not with Maureen in the house. You want to go get a drink?" Mark blinked in surprise. "What?"
Mark realized he was gawking and stopped. "Sure," he shrugged. "It's just that we haven't done that in a while. Should I call Collins?"
"If he doesn't have work tomorrow."
Mark headed towards the door, but stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Mark was thinking hard. "It's just that.well, you've never been in this good of a mood after a fight with Mimi."
Mark left the room, but I thought about what he said. Mark was right.I was feeling great.
