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of the characters I can claim, except Maggie, she is all mine. Hopefully
this chapter will help explain some, and don't worry much more action is
coming up in future chapters. Thanks for reading and reviewing.
Maggie smiled and settled back on what she guessed was a couch as Mark continued to explain in detail his grand plan for his films. It was nice just to relax and not have to worry about anything. It wasn't often that she had the chance to do so, even though all her doctor's continued to tell her to slow down. She just didn't have the time to do so. Maggie leaned her head back and shut her eyes enjoying Mark talk about his passion. Mark really wasn't a bad guy, she thought, and he is kinda cute, in a dorky sort of way. Suddenly Mark was silent.
"I'm sorry I must be boring you babbling on about something unimportant." Mark, clearly embarrassed looked at Maggie.
"Oh not in the least, it is very refreshing to hear someone have such a passion in something. That is something that you don't hear about very often. It is reassuring to know that someone feels that strongly about art, I am glad to know that I am not the only one like that." Maggie saw the smile return to Mark's face.
"And just what are you passionate about? What is your art?" As Mark said this he glanced at the sketch pad that he had carried in for Maggie. "Is this what you were so intently studying? Let me see it." Mark walked over to the counter, grabbed the sketch pad and walked back over to the couch. He sat next to Maggie on the couch and opened the book up. "Wow, these are amazing, did you do all these?" Mark flipped through some of the pages.
It was Maggie's turn to blush, "yeah I guess... They're nothing spectacular. They are just for class and for my internship." I can't believe he actually grabbed my stuff when I passed out. What kind of person is Mark, and what is he doing in New York? I forgot people like this existed. Maggie considered herself lucky to have passed out with him around, who knows what might have happened had it been anyone else.
"No these are really good. What did you say these were for?" Mark was really interested in the sketches, he had never seen such beauty before. Sure his films were ok, and Roger's music was fantastic, but this work surpassed both. Mark became even more interested in this mystery woman he had fallen upon, or who more correctly fallen upon him.
Well I am a student at the Fashion Institute of Design and Tech in NYU. My yearlong project this year is pretty awesome. I get to intern with a Broadway company and help design the costumes for an upcoming show." Maggie gushed with excitement. Without thinking she got closer to Mark and started explaining some of the sketches. "These first ones are just for class, you know the ones that are like, this is a shirt, if I could design and make a shirt this is what I would do. But these last ones are for my internship. I'm not really supposed to tell anyone about them, but I don't think that you will get me in trouble. They are trying to make Moulin Rouge into a Broadway musical, and I am in charge of some of the can-can dancers. Hopefully the show will open this year, and I actually will get to see some of my work on the stage." Maggie was leaning closer to Mark and pointing to some sketches that she had just about finished.
Without even thinking Mark leaned over and kissed Maggie, surprising both of them. Mark wasn't sure why he did it, hell he still didn't know, but it felt right and he wasn't about to stop now. Maggie sighed and leaned into Mark and his warmth. The sketch pad forgotten, it fell to the floor. The sound of it hitting the ground brought Maggie back to the present. She tore away from Mark and his embrace.
"I.... we shouldn't have done that," Maggie stuttered trying to catch her breath. "I don't even know you. You don't know me."
Mark shook his head trying to clear the desire before saying anything to Maggie, wishing where this strong feeling came from. It has been too long, he thought, that must be it. Trying to make himself feel better about it, yet somehow knowing that there was more to it than just this. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken advantage. I don't know what came over me."
"It's just that we just met, and here I am in your loft, and my head still hurts. I just don't know what to think." Maggie took a deep breath and started to calm down. She looked at Mark, and she could see that he was just as confused as she was. Good, she thought, at least I am not the only one who feels this way. As much as she wanted to forget about the kiss, she knew she couldn't, there was just too much behind it to ignore it. " I need to go home, can I use your phone? I just need to call my roommate." Mark pointed to the phone. "Thanks."
Maggie got on the phone and dialed her apartment. "Hey Nikki, yeah I had a slight accident. Can you come and pick me up? Yeah, I'm at the Life. Sure, I'll see you in ten minutes, no prob. K, see you then. Bye." Maggie hung up the phone and started for the door. Right before she opened it she turned around.
"Thanks Mark, really, for helping me after my incident. Maybe we'll run into each other later." With that she was out the door and down the stairs before Mark could even react.
Mark still sitting on the couch asked himself what just happened. Obviously Maggie was just as stirred up as he was. But one thing he knew for sure, he was definitely going to see Maggie again, she had after all left her sketch pad, and he knew that she would be needing that soon. Mark smiled to himself, I think that I will be seeing a lot more of Maggie, if I have anything to do with it. We will just have to see what she thinks about that.
Maggie smiled and settled back on what she guessed was a couch as Mark continued to explain in detail his grand plan for his films. It was nice just to relax and not have to worry about anything. It wasn't often that she had the chance to do so, even though all her doctor's continued to tell her to slow down. She just didn't have the time to do so. Maggie leaned her head back and shut her eyes enjoying Mark talk about his passion. Mark really wasn't a bad guy, she thought, and he is kinda cute, in a dorky sort of way. Suddenly Mark was silent.
"I'm sorry I must be boring you babbling on about something unimportant." Mark, clearly embarrassed looked at Maggie.
"Oh not in the least, it is very refreshing to hear someone have such a passion in something. That is something that you don't hear about very often. It is reassuring to know that someone feels that strongly about art, I am glad to know that I am not the only one like that." Maggie saw the smile return to Mark's face.
"And just what are you passionate about? What is your art?" As Mark said this he glanced at the sketch pad that he had carried in for Maggie. "Is this what you were so intently studying? Let me see it." Mark walked over to the counter, grabbed the sketch pad and walked back over to the couch. He sat next to Maggie on the couch and opened the book up. "Wow, these are amazing, did you do all these?" Mark flipped through some of the pages.
It was Maggie's turn to blush, "yeah I guess... They're nothing spectacular. They are just for class and for my internship." I can't believe he actually grabbed my stuff when I passed out. What kind of person is Mark, and what is he doing in New York? I forgot people like this existed. Maggie considered herself lucky to have passed out with him around, who knows what might have happened had it been anyone else.
"No these are really good. What did you say these were for?" Mark was really interested in the sketches, he had never seen such beauty before. Sure his films were ok, and Roger's music was fantastic, but this work surpassed both. Mark became even more interested in this mystery woman he had fallen upon, or who more correctly fallen upon him.
Well I am a student at the Fashion Institute of Design and Tech in NYU. My yearlong project this year is pretty awesome. I get to intern with a Broadway company and help design the costumes for an upcoming show." Maggie gushed with excitement. Without thinking she got closer to Mark and started explaining some of the sketches. "These first ones are just for class, you know the ones that are like, this is a shirt, if I could design and make a shirt this is what I would do. But these last ones are for my internship. I'm not really supposed to tell anyone about them, but I don't think that you will get me in trouble. They are trying to make Moulin Rouge into a Broadway musical, and I am in charge of some of the can-can dancers. Hopefully the show will open this year, and I actually will get to see some of my work on the stage." Maggie was leaning closer to Mark and pointing to some sketches that she had just about finished.
Without even thinking Mark leaned over and kissed Maggie, surprising both of them. Mark wasn't sure why he did it, hell he still didn't know, but it felt right and he wasn't about to stop now. Maggie sighed and leaned into Mark and his warmth. The sketch pad forgotten, it fell to the floor. The sound of it hitting the ground brought Maggie back to the present. She tore away from Mark and his embrace.
"I.... we shouldn't have done that," Maggie stuttered trying to catch her breath. "I don't even know you. You don't know me."
Mark shook his head trying to clear the desire before saying anything to Maggie, wishing where this strong feeling came from. It has been too long, he thought, that must be it. Trying to make himself feel better about it, yet somehow knowing that there was more to it than just this. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken advantage. I don't know what came over me."
"It's just that we just met, and here I am in your loft, and my head still hurts. I just don't know what to think." Maggie took a deep breath and started to calm down. She looked at Mark, and she could see that he was just as confused as she was. Good, she thought, at least I am not the only one who feels this way. As much as she wanted to forget about the kiss, she knew she couldn't, there was just too much behind it to ignore it. " I need to go home, can I use your phone? I just need to call my roommate." Mark pointed to the phone. "Thanks."
Maggie got on the phone and dialed her apartment. "Hey Nikki, yeah I had a slight accident. Can you come and pick me up? Yeah, I'm at the Life. Sure, I'll see you in ten minutes, no prob. K, see you then. Bye." Maggie hung up the phone and started for the door. Right before she opened it she turned around.
"Thanks Mark, really, for helping me after my incident. Maybe we'll run into each other later." With that she was out the door and down the stairs before Mark could even react.
Mark still sitting on the couch asked himself what just happened. Obviously Maggie was just as stirred up as he was. But one thing he knew for sure, he was definitely going to see Maggie again, she had after all left her sketch pad, and he knew that she would be needing that soon. Mark smiled to himself, I think that I will be seeing a lot more of Maggie, if I have anything to do with it. We will just have to see what she thinks about that.