Summary: Post- Rent
Disclaimer: Same as before. Yep. I own nothing.
A/N- The italic text is Mark's films. This may be a long chapter. Just a warning.
Chapter 3- Out Tonight
Roger was sitting on the ratty old couch with Mimi sitting on his lap. Collins was sitting next them and Mark and Maureen were sitting on pillows on the floor.
"Ok, Mark, lets start this already." An antsy Roger said.
"Ok, ok, calm down, Rog. You've seen them all already." Mark retorted.
"Yeah, but I wanna see them again!" Mark rolled his eyes and introduced the first movie.
"This is my first movie ever. It's from 10th grade, when I received my camera. So, obviously it's not gonna be good. So here it is."
The movie started and a voice was heard off-camera.
"Alright. I'm Mark Cohen and this is my very first movie. I'm here, in Scarsdale. Boring, old Scarsdale. Nothing interesting happens here. That's why I now own this old camera. I'll show you around. Over there is well...a house. An ugly brown house. And to the left of that is a drug store. And next to that? A library. I swear this town is like a nightmare from the 50's. And right there, to the left of the library is my house. My two- story, boring tan house. I guess we can go inside."
The film gets shaky. "Ah, I'm getting dizzy!" Mimi screams, and then covers her eyes. Mark looks down nervously.
"Let's open the door. And inside we have..."
"Oh would you shut up and get me something to drink, Carol!"
"My father yelling at my Mom."
"Mark, get that fucking thing outta here!"
"Yeah, Dad, sure. Into the kitchen we go. Here's my Mom. Mom say hi!"
"Oh, hello there! Marky, I'm so glad you found something to do! You always seem so lonely."
"Uh, yeah, Mom. Thanks."
"Carol, hurry up in there! I'm thirsty, God damn it!"
"Yes, dear. I'll be right in." Mark's Mom quickly walks into the living room.
"There she goes. Off to tend to my father's needs. I guess I'll show you around upstairs. Up to my room we go." A plain white door is shown, Mark's hand opens it. "Yeah, boring. Very boring. There's my bed. With it's old navy blue comforter. And matching sheets. Um, an old T.V that works when it wants to. A dresser and a closet. My room is missing stuff. A lot of stuff. I've always wanted more but that goes to...Cindy. My sister. You know what would be funny? Peeking in on her room. Let's go." Mark leaves his room and walks two doors down the hallway. He knocks on a white door with pink and purple letters that say: Cinderella. "Yeah, my sister has problems. But don't we all?" He walks on, assuming nobody is there. "This is- holy shit!"
"MARK!!!!!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!" Cindy is half naked with a man on top of her. She pushes him off. "GET OUT!!!! OH MY GOD!" Cindy gets up and turns the camera off.
Hilarity ensues as the film ends.
"Oh...my...God!" Mimi manages gets out. "That....was....too....funny." She falls off of Roger's lap. Which causes even more laughter. "Mark, if every film you have is like that-keep 'em coming!" He does keep them coming.
5 films later... "Ok, well, this one is important because this is my first film of my first day in the Manhattan. Well here, basically."
"New York City. It seems that the Earth revolves around it. So many people here. You'd probably get lost. I know I will. I guess we'll just start walking around. So I'm here in the East Village." The camera pans to a beat- down club with the name... "CBGB's. Interesting." Mark walks towards the strange place and bumps into something...someone rather. He falls as does the other person.
"Shit!" A male voice hollers.
"Oh, s-sorry." Mark whispers.
"No, no it's ok." The male voice says. He offers Mark a hand and Mark takes it. "Your camera ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's fine. As am I." Mark keeps the camera rolling on a bench. You can only see the two men's legs.
"Right. You should watch where you're walking. If I were someone else, who knows what would happen to you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Ah, first day, obviously."
"Yeah." Mark pushes up his glasses.
"Just that-first day, huh? You here for good or just visiting?"
"Well, as far as I know, for good."
"Intriguing. You looking for some place to live?"
"Well, actually...yeah. I'm just in a motel right now."
"Nice. I'm looking for another roommate."
"Really?"
"Yeah, got two already. But the three of us together barely makes the rent. So we're looking for someone else. It's a loft."
"Oh, sounds good. But, would mine just letting me stay. I mean we don't even know each other's names."
"Then let's fix that. Roger Davis." He extends a hand.
"Mark Cohen." He shakes Roger's hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mark. Why don't you grab your camera and you can check out the place."
"Ok." Mark takes his camera and shuts it off.
"Awwww, how sweet. The two wittle roommates meet." Mimi giggles.
After 20 short films Mark gets the most recent one. He looks at it, then decides to put it back.
"Hey, wait! What's that one, Mark?" Roger asks.
"It's, uh, nothing important."
"All your films are important, Mark. Just play it!"
"Roger, no!"
"What's so bad about it? Is it dirty?"
"N-no. It's not, um, dirty...I just don't want to show it!"
"Aw, Marky, come on. Just play it! Please?" Maureen pouts. Mark looks at Collins. He nods and smiles and Mark gulps. Mark looks at Mimi. She smiles slightly.
"Ok, I'll show it. This is from November, when you were in Santa Fe, Roger."
"Oh, cool." Roger grins.
The film starts off with static. But then clears up and you see Mark running into the loft. Mimi follows.
"Uh, that was so much fun." She laughs.
"Yeah...so what do you wanna do now?" Mark asks.
"Well...we could...you know..." She walks towards him and takes his glasses off.
"Mimi..."
"Sh...it's fine. We're alone. Collins is God knows where and Roger's still in Santa Fe. And I don't expect him to be back anytime soon."
"But..."
"No. No buts. Well except for ours." She giggles. Mark smiles. She grabs Mark and kisses him passionately. Mark responds and they struggle to get to a door. They finally get to Mark's room. He opens the door while kissing Mimi and pulls her in. Mimi slams the door with her foot.
The film ends. The loft is dead silent. Maureen's eyes are as wide as saucers. Collins looks at Mark, then at Mimi, with a disapproving look. Roger begins to tear up. He pushes Mimi off him. He gets up, looks at Mimi, then at Mark with a hurt look. "How could you do this?" He whispers and begins to walks away.
"Roger!" Mimi and Mark call. Roger turns around.
"Just don't." He says quietly, then runs out of the loft. Mark starts to go after him.
"No, Mark. Just let him go. He wouldn't want to talk to you right now." Collins says.
Maureen gets up looking angered.
"I can't believe you two would do that to him! Why would you hurt him like that? You two disgust me." She runs out of the loft after Roger. She finds him outside the building sitting on a bench with his head in his hands.
"Roger?" She asks timidly. He looks up. His face is red and blotchy. "Oh, Roger." She sits down next to him. "I'm so sorry."
"Maureen, just-just go away. Please." He says, barely audible..
"No. I'm not leaving you alone. Who knows what you might do."
"I'll be fine..."
"No, you won't. Because someone you loved cheated on you. And that's the worst pain you could possibly feel."
"And how would you know?"
"I-I-well..." She puts her head down. Then picks it back up. "You know how earlier today you were wondering what was wrong. Why I didn't want to disturb Joanne?"
"Yeah..."
"Well...I...she..." She puts her head back down and sighs.
"Look, Maureen you don't have to tell me."
"No, I want you to know. Because I don't want you to be alone." She gives a small smile. "Joanne wanted me to get a job. So I started looking and I found one. At this new club called "The Apocalypse."
"Strange name."
"I know. So anyway, I was working late last night. And I got home around 2 AM. So I walk into the apartment quietly. I didn't want to wake her. So I tip-toe into our room and..." A tear falls down her cheek.
"No, Maureen, not Joanne. She wouldn't..."
"Well she did!" She yells. "S-sorry." Roger nods his head. "I mean, I walk into our room and she's in there NAKED with another woman!" She sobs. Roger squeezes her hand. "I mean usually I'd be the one to cheat. And I only did once. But technically we were broken up and I was drunk and-and I was so loyal and..."
"Sh...it's ok, Maureen." He hugs her.
"God, Roger, I'm sorry. You're going through enough shit. You don't need my problems on top of everything." They break the hug, feeling quite awkward.
"No. No it's good that I know. It makes me feel less...alone, as you put it." He smiles weakly. She returns the smile and wipes her tears.
"Hey, Roger?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to go out tonight?"
"Where?"
"To my job. I can get us in for free. And there's someone good playing, apparently."
"Sure, why not? I can use any distraction right now." He sighs.
"Yeah, me too." They get up and start walking.
"Hey, Maureen?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you acting so different than usual?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're acting so...so...caring and understanding and not your usual bubbly, ditzy self."
"Excuse me! I am SO not ditzy." She squeaks and smacks his arm.
"Ah, that's better."
"Oh, shut up!"
A/N- There ya go. I told you it was going to be long. See I'm not ALWAYS going to right fluff. But my endings seem to end fluffy. Why? I have no idea.
Disclaimer: Same as before. Yep. I own nothing.
A/N- The italic text is Mark's films. This may be a long chapter. Just a warning.
Chapter 3- Out Tonight
Roger was sitting on the ratty old couch with Mimi sitting on his lap. Collins was sitting next them and Mark and Maureen were sitting on pillows on the floor.
"Ok, Mark, lets start this already." An antsy Roger said.
"Ok, ok, calm down, Rog. You've seen them all already." Mark retorted.
"Yeah, but I wanna see them again!" Mark rolled his eyes and introduced the first movie.
"This is my first movie ever. It's from 10th grade, when I received my camera. So, obviously it's not gonna be good. So here it is."
The movie started and a voice was heard off-camera.
"Alright. I'm Mark Cohen and this is my very first movie. I'm here, in Scarsdale. Boring, old Scarsdale. Nothing interesting happens here. That's why I now own this old camera. I'll show you around. Over there is well...a house. An ugly brown house. And to the left of that is a drug store. And next to that? A library. I swear this town is like a nightmare from the 50's. And right there, to the left of the library is my house. My two- story, boring tan house. I guess we can go inside."
The film gets shaky. "Ah, I'm getting dizzy!" Mimi screams, and then covers her eyes. Mark looks down nervously.
"Let's open the door. And inside we have..."
"Oh would you shut up and get me something to drink, Carol!"
"My father yelling at my Mom."
"Mark, get that fucking thing outta here!"
"Yeah, Dad, sure. Into the kitchen we go. Here's my Mom. Mom say hi!"
"Oh, hello there! Marky, I'm so glad you found something to do! You always seem so lonely."
"Uh, yeah, Mom. Thanks."
"Carol, hurry up in there! I'm thirsty, God damn it!"
"Yes, dear. I'll be right in." Mark's Mom quickly walks into the living room.
"There she goes. Off to tend to my father's needs. I guess I'll show you around upstairs. Up to my room we go." A plain white door is shown, Mark's hand opens it. "Yeah, boring. Very boring. There's my bed. With it's old navy blue comforter. And matching sheets. Um, an old T.V that works when it wants to. A dresser and a closet. My room is missing stuff. A lot of stuff. I've always wanted more but that goes to...Cindy. My sister. You know what would be funny? Peeking in on her room. Let's go." Mark leaves his room and walks two doors down the hallway. He knocks on a white door with pink and purple letters that say: Cinderella. "Yeah, my sister has problems. But don't we all?" He walks on, assuming nobody is there. "This is- holy shit!"
"MARK!!!!!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!" Cindy is half naked with a man on top of her. She pushes him off. "GET OUT!!!! OH MY GOD!" Cindy gets up and turns the camera off.
Hilarity ensues as the film ends.
"Oh...my...God!" Mimi manages gets out. "That....was....too....funny." She falls off of Roger's lap. Which causes even more laughter. "Mark, if every film you have is like that-keep 'em coming!" He does keep them coming.
5 films later... "Ok, well, this one is important because this is my first film of my first day in the Manhattan. Well here, basically."
"New York City. It seems that the Earth revolves around it. So many people here. You'd probably get lost. I know I will. I guess we'll just start walking around. So I'm here in the East Village." The camera pans to a beat- down club with the name... "CBGB's. Interesting." Mark walks towards the strange place and bumps into something...someone rather. He falls as does the other person.
"Shit!" A male voice hollers.
"Oh, s-sorry." Mark whispers.
"No, no it's ok." The male voice says. He offers Mark a hand and Mark takes it. "Your camera ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's fine. As am I." Mark keeps the camera rolling on a bench. You can only see the two men's legs.
"Right. You should watch where you're walking. If I were someone else, who knows what would happen to you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Ah, first day, obviously."
"Yeah." Mark pushes up his glasses.
"Just that-first day, huh? You here for good or just visiting?"
"Well, as far as I know, for good."
"Intriguing. You looking for some place to live?"
"Well, actually...yeah. I'm just in a motel right now."
"Nice. I'm looking for another roommate."
"Really?"
"Yeah, got two already. But the three of us together barely makes the rent. So we're looking for someone else. It's a loft."
"Oh, sounds good. But, would mine just letting me stay. I mean we don't even know each other's names."
"Then let's fix that. Roger Davis." He extends a hand.
"Mark Cohen." He shakes Roger's hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mark. Why don't you grab your camera and you can check out the place."
"Ok." Mark takes his camera and shuts it off.
"Awwww, how sweet. The two wittle roommates meet." Mimi giggles.
After 20 short films Mark gets the most recent one. He looks at it, then decides to put it back.
"Hey, wait! What's that one, Mark?" Roger asks.
"It's, uh, nothing important."
"All your films are important, Mark. Just play it!"
"Roger, no!"
"What's so bad about it? Is it dirty?"
"N-no. It's not, um, dirty...I just don't want to show it!"
"Aw, Marky, come on. Just play it! Please?" Maureen pouts. Mark looks at Collins. He nods and smiles and Mark gulps. Mark looks at Mimi. She smiles slightly.
"Ok, I'll show it. This is from November, when you were in Santa Fe, Roger."
"Oh, cool." Roger grins.
The film starts off with static. But then clears up and you see Mark running into the loft. Mimi follows.
"Uh, that was so much fun." She laughs.
"Yeah...so what do you wanna do now?" Mark asks.
"Well...we could...you know..." She walks towards him and takes his glasses off.
"Mimi..."
"Sh...it's fine. We're alone. Collins is God knows where and Roger's still in Santa Fe. And I don't expect him to be back anytime soon."
"But..."
"No. No buts. Well except for ours." She giggles. Mark smiles. She grabs Mark and kisses him passionately. Mark responds and they struggle to get to a door. They finally get to Mark's room. He opens the door while kissing Mimi and pulls her in. Mimi slams the door with her foot.
The film ends. The loft is dead silent. Maureen's eyes are as wide as saucers. Collins looks at Mark, then at Mimi, with a disapproving look. Roger begins to tear up. He pushes Mimi off him. He gets up, looks at Mimi, then at Mark with a hurt look. "How could you do this?" He whispers and begins to walks away.
"Roger!" Mimi and Mark call. Roger turns around.
"Just don't." He says quietly, then runs out of the loft. Mark starts to go after him.
"No, Mark. Just let him go. He wouldn't want to talk to you right now." Collins says.
Maureen gets up looking angered.
"I can't believe you two would do that to him! Why would you hurt him like that? You two disgust me." She runs out of the loft after Roger. She finds him outside the building sitting on a bench with his head in his hands.
"Roger?" She asks timidly. He looks up. His face is red and blotchy. "Oh, Roger." She sits down next to him. "I'm so sorry."
"Maureen, just-just go away. Please." He says, barely audible..
"No. I'm not leaving you alone. Who knows what you might do."
"I'll be fine..."
"No, you won't. Because someone you loved cheated on you. And that's the worst pain you could possibly feel."
"And how would you know?"
"I-I-well..." She puts her head down. Then picks it back up. "You know how earlier today you were wondering what was wrong. Why I didn't want to disturb Joanne?"
"Yeah..."
"Well...I...she..." She puts her head back down and sighs.
"Look, Maureen you don't have to tell me."
"No, I want you to know. Because I don't want you to be alone." She gives a small smile. "Joanne wanted me to get a job. So I started looking and I found one. At this new club called "The Apocalypse."
"Strange name."
"I know. So anyway, I was working late last night. And I got home around 2 AM. So I walk into the apartment quietly. I didn't want to wake her. So I tip-toe into our room and..." A tear falls down her cheek.
"No, Maureen, not Joanne. She wouldn't..."
"Well she did!" She yells. "S-sorry." Roger nods his head. "I mean, I walk into our room and she's in there NAKED with another woman!" She sobs. Roger squeezes her hand. "I mean usually I'd be the one to cheat. And I only did once. But technically we were broken up and I was drunk and-and I was so loyal and..."
"Sh...it's ok, Maureen." He hugs her.
"God, Roger, I'm sorry. You're going through enough shit. You don't need my problems on top of everything." They break the hug, feeling quite awkward.
"No. No it's good that I know. It makes me feel less...alone, as you put it." He smiles weakly. She returns the smile and wipes her tears.
"Hey, Roger?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to go out tonight?"
"Where?"
"To my job. I can get us in for free. And there's someone good playing, apparently."
"Sure, why not? I can use any distraction right now." He sighs.
"Yeah, me too." They get up and start walking.
"Hey, Maureen?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you acting so different than usual?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're acting so...so...caring and understanding and not your usual bubbly, ditzy self."
"Excuse me! I am SO not ditzy." She squeaks and smacks his arm.
"Ah, that's better."
"Oh, shut up!"
A/N- There ya go. I told you it was going to be long. See I'm not ALWAYS going to right fluff. But my endings seem to end fluffy. Why? I have no idea.