Disclaimer and Author's notes: Rent does not belong to me, it and all it's
characters belong to Jonathan Larson. I am just borrowing them for the time
being. Maggie on the other hand, and anyone else you don't recognize do
belong to me. Sorry it took so long to update, with both school, writer's
block and anger over ff.n new rules has distracted me. These chapters
should more than make up for it. Thanks for reading.
Maggie walked through the door of the Life, and sat in the first seat that she saw. I can't believe I ran out of there like that. I don't know what is up with me. She sighed, knowing that Nikki was more than upset with her, and she needed to prepare herself for her roommate and best friend's lecture. Her headaches were getting worse, and she was too scared to go back to the doctor. Nonetheless she knew that something was terribly wrong. Still she didn't have time to deal with things like that now.
Just then Nikki swept through the door, took one look at Maggie and ripped into her. "Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? You were supposed to call me, we were supposed to be at the theatre three hours ago. When they called me I had no idea what to tell them. We are going to be in so much trouble." Without taking a breath she continued, "on top of that you had ANOTHER 'incident'? You need to go to the doctor, even if I have to drag you there." People in the restaurant began to look at them.
"Nikki please calm down, you are making a scene. We don't need everyone in the east village to know my personal failings and problems. While you're at it why not just say that my ex boyfriend is gay, and left me for a man. Or that I was foolish to think that he was going to support me anyway?" Maggie started to tear up, and looked down at her hands. Nikki came over and put her hand on Maggie's shoulder.
"I'm sorry sweetie, I was really worried about you. But you know I love you and didn't really mean all that right? Why don't we just go to the theatre, you need to turn some of your sketches in anyway...."
"Oh no my sketches, I left them at Mark's. Now what am I going to do?" Maggie sighed again, all this was too embarrassing. It was bad enough that she acted like a child when he kissed her, and on top of that she ran out and left all her stuff at his loft.
"Who's Mark? What the hell happened? Start from the beginning, and don't leave anything out."
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Mark was still looking at Maggie's sketches when Roger and Mimi came back upstairs. He found it quite funny that she actually put her address on a sheet in the middle of the pad, people just don't do things like that in New York, it was too dangerous. Dangerous yes, but good for him, Mark thought to himself.
"So where did the fainter go Mark?" Roger laughed and lightly punched Mark. "She was pretty cute, even if she is a bit young."
"She um.... had to go." Mark didn't want anyone on his case about all this, but knew there was no way to be left alone.
"But she'll be back won't she Marky? She left her stuff right? Ha, Mark is robbing the cradle."
"Leave him alone Roger, you need to get ready for your show tonight anyway. Lets go," Mimi pulled a still laughing Roger into the bedroom and closed the door.
Mark put the sketch pad down and got up off the couch. Something must have upset Maggie to run that fast. Maybe she was just as surprised as he was, but he had a feeling that she too felt the spark that was there. He knew she had to have. Something was there all right, and he needed to find out what that something was. In total unMark fashion he decided that he was going to find out what was up with this mysterious girl.
She intrigued him. Mark didn't know if it was the red hair or the small smattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose, but the attraction was there. I haven't been this attracted to a girl in a long time, he thought. I can't let her pass me by without some sort of fight.
Tomorrow, tomorrow he thought, he would go over to her apartment and force her to admit not only to him but to herself that indeed there was an attraction. He needed to be sure, for himself, that he was not the asexual guy that his friends were beginning to take him for. His film could be put off for a day, but then again, this might be an interesting plot twist. Mark pushed his glasses up on his face and grabbed his camera. Might as well look at the footage that I got today, Mark went into his room and closed the door.
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"Then I freaked out and called you. I was so flustered that I left my stuff at his place." Maggie looked at her friend after this confession.
"He kissed you and you ran? Are you crazy? The first guy that shows interest in you in a long time and you run? Was something the matter with him? What the hell were you thinking?" Nikki scolded her friend.
"Oh no, Mark is very attractive, and so unlike Paul in so many ways. He is not only cute, but he is well mannered too. I didn't know people like that still existed."
"So what was the problem. He can't be gay like Paul, or he would never had made a move. Get over yourself, move on with your life. It has been more than six months, you need to leave the past."
"If you say so Nikki, I just can't help but think on some level there is something about me that attracts the gays to dupe me into relationships." Maggie shrugged her shoulders. "I think we better go to the theatre, I am sure by now they are tearing up the place, not to mention left about a million messages on the machine. I'll get my sketches later, they are not that important." With that Maggie got up and walked to the door leaving an open mouthed Nikki to follow her. Maggie had never said that about her sketches even when she was with Paul.
Something must be up with her Nikki thought to herself as she walked out behind her friend. She smiled to herself, this may indeed be something good for Maggie, something good indeed.
Maggie walked through the door of the Life, and sat in the first seat that she saw. I can't believe I ran out of there like that. I don't know what is up with me. She sighed, knowing that Nikki was more than upset with her, and she needed to prepare herself for her roommate and best friend's lecture. Her headaches were getting worse, and she was too scared to go back to the doctor. Nonetheless she knew that something was terribly wrong. Still she didn't have time to deal with things like that now.
Just then Nikki swept through the door, took one look at Maggie and ripped into her. "Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? You were supposed to call me, we were supposed to be at the theatre three hours ago. When they called me I had no idea what to tell them. We are going to be in so much trouble." Without taking a breath she continued, "on top of that you had ANOTHER 'incident'? You need to go to the doctor, even if I have to drag you there." People in the restaurant began to look at them.
"Nikki please calm down, you are making a scene. We don't need everyone in the east village to know my personal failings and problems. While you're at it why not just say that my ex boyfriend is gay, and left me for a man. Or that I was foolish to think that he was going to support me anyway?" Maggie started to tear up, and looked down at her hands. Nikki came over and put her hand on Maggie's shoulder.
"I'm sorry sweetie, I was really worried about you. But you know I love you and didn't really mean all that right? Why don't we just go to the theatre, you need to turn some of your sketches in anyway...."
"Oh no my sketches, I left them at Mark's. Now what am I going to do?" Maggie sighed again, all this was too embarrassing. It was bad enough that she acted like a child when he kissed her, and on top of that she ran out and left all her stuff at his loft.
"Who's Mark? What the hell happened? Start from the beginning, and don't leave anything out."
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Mark was still looking at Maggie's sketches when Roger and Mimi came back upstairs. He found it quite funny that she actually put her address on a sheet in the middle of the pad, people just don't do things like that in New York, it was too dangerous. Dangerous yes, but good for him, Mark thought to himself.
"So where did the fainter go Mark?" Roger laughed and lightly punched Mark. "She was pretty cute, even if she is a bit young."
"She um.... had to go." Mark didn't want anyone on his case about all this, but knew there was no way to be left alone.
"But she'll be back won't she Marky? She left her stuff right? Ha, Mark is robbing the cradle."
"Leave him alone Roger, you need to get ready for your show tonight anyway. Lets go," Mimi pulled a still laughing Roger into the bedroom and closed the door.
Mark put the sketch pad down and got up off the couch. Something must have upset Maggie to run that fast. Maybe she was just as surprised as he was, but he had a feeling that she too felt the spark that was there. He knew she had to have. Something was there all right, and he needed to find out what that something was. In total unMark fashion he decided that he was going to find out what was up with this mysterious girl.
She intrigued him. Mark didn't know if it was the red hair or the small smattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose, but the attraction was there. I haven't been this attracted to a girl in a long time, he thought. I can't let her pass me by without some sort of fight.
Tomorrow, tomorrow he thought, he would go over to her apartment and force her to admit not only to him but to herself that indeed there was an attraction. He needed to be sure, for himself, that he was not the asexual guy that his friends were beginning to take him for. His film could be put off for a day, but then again, this might be an interesting plot twist. Mark pushed his glasses up on his face and grabbed his camera. Might as well look at the footage that I got today, Mark went into his room and closed the door.
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"Then I freaked out and called you. I was so flustered that I left my stuff at his place." Maggie looked at her friend after this confession.
"He kissed you and you ran? Are you crazy? The first guy that shows interest in you in a long time and you run? Was something the matter with him? What the hell were you thinking?" Nikki scolded her friend.
"Oh no, Mark is very attractive, and so unlike Paul in so many ways. He is not only cute, but he is well mannered too. I didn't know people like that still existed."
"So what was the problem. He can't be gay like Paul, or he would never had made a move. Get over yourself, move on with your life. It has been more than six months, you need to leave the past."
"If you say so Nikki, I just can't help but think on some level there is something about me that attracts the gays to dupe me into relationships." Maggie shrugged her shoulders. "I think we better go to the theatre, I am sure by now they are tearing up the place, not to mention left about a million messages on the machine. I'll get my sketches later, they are not that important." With that Maggie got up and walked to the door leaving an open mouthed Nikki to follow her. Maggie had never said that about her sketches even when she was with Paul.
Something must be up with her Nikki thought to herself as she walked out behind her friend. She smiled to herself, this may indeed be something good for Maggie, something good indeed.