Summary: Post-Rent. Roger goes back to the loft. Will chaos ensue?
Probably.
Disclaimer: Same ol', same 'ol. I own nothing.
Chapter 5- Goodbye, Love.
Maureen's shift at worked was over at 2 in the morning. Roger waited the whole time. Surprisingly, he only had 3 beers. After Maureen punched out, she and Roger left and headed to her cheap hotel room. Halfway there, Roger realized something.
"Maureen, do you have any stuff at the hotel?"
"Yeah. I'm probably gonna be there for a while so, ya know."
"Yeah. But I don't have anything."
"Do you wanna go to....the loft?"
"I-no. I mean-yes. I mean-I don't know." He sat down on the sidewalk. Maureen sat next to him. "I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do. I mean, how long can I stay with you?"
"As long as you want to, Roger."
"Exactly. If it was just for tonight then I wouldn't have to worry right now."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. I guess-do you know what time it is?"
"Um...no. But I'm guessing like 2:30."
"Ok. Well maybe they'll be asleep. So-let's just go to the loft."
"Fine with me. I'm freezing." They get up and walk to the loft. When they get there, Roger cautiously opens the door. There are no lights on. He whispers to Maureen to stay outside. She nods and he goes inside. He starts to his door.
"Roger?" A whispered voice asks. Roger doesn't reply. He just stands still. "Roger, is that you?" The voice asks again. Roger knows who it is now....Mark. But he still doesn't say anything. "Look, Roger, if it is you, I just want to explain about what you saw earlier. I-Mimi-it was-we never meant to hurt you." Roger rolled his eyes. He let Mark continue, despite his brain's protests. "We were both just lonely. Very lonely. I mean you were gone and Mimi was-well she needed someone. She was in rehab and she was dying and...."
"Well so am I!" Roger yelled. Maureen ran into the loft and turned a light on. Mark's face was red and tear-streaked. Roger was appalled to see him like that.
"R-Roger...I-I don't know what to say." Mark looked scared.
"Don't say anything. I'm getting most of my stuff and leaving." Roger looked away from Mark. He knew that if he looked at him, he wouldn't be able to do this.
"God-Roger, please don't."
"I have to Mark! I can't stay here with you...and Mimi!"
"God, Roger let us fuckin' explain!" Mimi finally yelled. Roger's head snapped to his bedroom door. Mimi didn't look like she had shed a tear.
"He already tried, Mimi!" Roger he shouted, pointing at Mark.
"Well let ME explain then!"
"Why? So you can revel in my pain? NO!"
"I wouldn't do that Roger. I would never hurt you." Mimi said quietly.
"You already have!" Maureen shouted.
"Maureen, stay out of this!" Mimi shouted.
"Don't yell at her!" Roger ordered.
"Don't tell me what to do!" Mimi retorted.
"Whatever. Get the hell out of my way. I'm getting my stuff." He snapped.
"No. I'm not letting you in. This is my room!"
"Like hell it is!" He tried to push past Mimi but she moved in front of him and closed the door. "Mimi, get out of my way."
"No! Not until you let Mark and me explain!"
"You already tried!"
"We've sang this song already, babe. Now I'm explaining and you're listening."
"I don't think so. Just get the hell out of my way." Mimi folded her arms. "Make me." Roger did nothing. He stood there, helpless. He wasn't going to touch Mimi. He wouldn't hurt her. 'God, what's wrong with me? She hurt me! Why can't I do the same?' He thought. He let out an exasperated sigh and turned to Maureen.
"Let's just go. I don't need me stuff, I guess."
"Roger, look, I don't want to make things worse, but maybe you should listen to them." She said quietly. He looked confused. "Please, Roger. Do what I didn't." Roger nodded and sat down on the table.
"Go ahead. Explain." Mimi nodded and sat next to Mark. But Mark got up. She looked at him and he looked towards Roger. She nodded again.
"When you left for Santa Fe, Mark-he-he helped me get help. He knew a place- a clinic. And we were both just so lonely. We needed comfort. And I guess we found it in each other." She shrugged. "But it didn't last for too long Roger. Because Mark...."
"I ended it. I couldn't do that to you. I don't even know why I did it in the first place. I guess I was..."
"Lonely?" Roger asked.
"Y-yeah. But, you have to believe me, Roger. I never wanted this."
"What do you mean?"
"I never wanted to be with Mimi. I just felt so badly for her and she knew that. And I-never mind. Just know that I never wanted to hurt you."
"But you were with her, whether you wanted to be or not...and you did hurt me." Mark put his head down in shame.
"I know. And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Roger." He looks up. Roger looked in Mark's eyes and he knew he meant it. "Do you-are you...?"
"I forgive you."
"And you can't forgive me?" Mimi chimed in.
"You never apologized."
"Do I need to? I feel the same way he does." She gestured to Mark.
"You never wanted to be with yourself?" Roger asked.
"Oh, you're such a comedian. I never wanted Mark. It just happened. But like he said, he ended it."
"But did you want it to end, Mimi?" Roger asked.
"What? Of course I did! How can you ask me that?"
"Because you don't seem sorry. You just seem like you want me to forgive you so you don't have to feel guilty."
"R-Roger! Come on! You know that's not...true."
"Do I?"
"Yes! Roger I love you!"
"If you loved me you wouldn't have done anything with Mark!"
"It wasn't my fault!"
"Really? Whose was it then? Mark's?"
"No! He didn't want to do anything. The relationship was my doing!"
"Then whose fault was it?" Mimi didn't say anything. Roger knew what she was thinking. "Oh no. Don't even, don't even think it."
"Well it's true! If you had never left for Santa Fe this wouldn't have happened!"
"Mimi!" Maureen shouted. "That is it! You cheat on Roger by seducing his best friend and you're saying it's HIS fault?!?! You have some major issues!"
"Maureen shut the fuck up! This isn't any of your fuckin' business!"
"I don't give a shit. I'm not going to stand by and let you ruin Roger!"
"Hey, she's not ruining me." Roger said, offended.
"Roger, shut up!" Mimi and Maureen shouted. Roger got off the table and backed away. He stood next to Mark.
"I don't know where the hell you get off saying that I'm ruining Roger, Maureen. Because, the way I see it, if it wasn't for me, he'd be dead already! Slit wrists and everything!" She smirked. A gasp was heard throughout the loft. Maureen walked towards Mimi and slapped her across the face. Mimi charged at Maureen but Roger grabbed her before she could do anything.
"Get the fuck out of my home!" He ordered. Nobody had ever heard Roger yell like that before.
"Roger...I didn't mean that. It just-just came out."
"I don't give a shit, Mimi. Get your useless crap and leave!" She nodded and walked to Roger's room. Roger closed his eyes, begging the tears that were forming not to fall. They obliged. Maureen went up to Roger and hugged him.
"I'm so sorry, Roger. God, I'm sorry. This is all my fault." She whispered. Roger pulled away, confused.
"How?"
"If I didn't make you stay and listen then...."
"No, Maureen. I probably would have stayed anyway. Despite what it seemed like I was going to do."
"Yeah but, if I would have just stayed out of it then maybe..."
"Don't say that. I'm glad you didn't stay out of it. At least I know the real Mimi, now....hey Mark, you ok over there?" Roger asked, snapping Mark out of his trance-like state.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm ok. You?"
"What do you think?"
"Right."
Mimi walked out of Roger's room with a duffle bag full of her stuff. She put on her old jacket and looked at Roger, Mark and Maureen. She looked at the floor and then back up again. "Goodbye." And with that she walked out of the loft.
A/N- Wow. I really didn't expect that. And I'm writing it! Hope nobody hates me for that!
Disclaimer: Same ol', same 'ol. I own nothing.
Chapter 5- Goodbye, Love.
Maureen's shift at worked was over at 2 in the morning. Roger waited the whole time. Surprisingly, he only had 3 beers. After Maureen punched out, she and Roger left and headed to her cheap hotel room. Halfway there, Roger realized something.
"Maureen, do you have any stuff at the hotel?"
"Yeah. I'm probably gonna be there for a while so, ya know."
"Yeah. But I don't have anything."
"Do you wanna go to....the loft?"
"I-no. I mean-yes. I mean-I don't know." He sat down on the sidewalk. Maureen sat next to him. "I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do. I mean, how long can I stay with you?"
"As long as you want to, Roger."
"Exactly. If it was just for tonight then I wouldn't have to worry right now."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. I guess-do you know what time it is?"
"Um...no. But I'm guessing like 2:30."
"Ok. Well maybe they'll be asleep. So-let's just go to the loft."
"Fine with me. I'm freezing." They get up and walk to the loft. When they get there, Roger cautiously opens the door. There are no lights on. He whispers to Maureen to stay outside. She nods and he goes inside. He starts to his door.
"Roger?" A whispered voice asks. Roger doesn't reply. He just stands still. "Roger, is that you?" The voice asks again. Roger knows who it is now....Mark. But he still doesn't say anything. "Look, Roger, if it is you, I just want to explain about what you saw earlier. I-Mimi-it was-we never meant to hurt you." Roger rolled his eyes. He let Mark continue, despite his brain's protests. "We were both just lonely. Very lonely. I mean you were gone and Mimi was-well she needed someone. She was in rehab and she was dying and...."
"Well so am I!" Roger yelled. Maureen ran into the loft and turned a light on. Mark's face was red and tear-streaked. Roger was appalled to see him like that.
"R-Roger...I-I don't know what to say." Mark looked scared.
"Don't say anything. I'm getting most of my stuff and leaving." Roger looked away from Mark. He knew that if he looked at him, he wouldn't be able to do this.
"God-Roger, please don't."
"I have to Mark! I can't stay here with you...and Mimi!"
"God, Roger let us fuckin' explain!" Mimi finally yelled. Roger's head snapped to his bedroom door. Mimi didn't look like she had shed a tear.
"He already tried, Mimi!" Roger he shouted, pointing at Mark.
"Well let ME explain then!"
"Why? So you can revel in my pain? NO!"
"I wouldn't do that Roger. I would never hurt you." Mimi said quietly.
"You already have!" Maureen shouted.
"Maureen, stay out of this!" Mimi shouted.
"Don't yell at her!" Roger ordered.
"Don't tell me what to do!" Mimi retorted.
"Whatever. Get the hell out of my way. I'm getting my stuff." He snapped.
"No. I'm not letting you in. This is my room!"
"Like hell it is!" He tried to push past Mimi but she moved in front of him and closed the door. "Mimi, get out of my way."
"No! Not until you let Mark and me explain!"
"You already tried!"
"We've sang this song already, babe. Now I'm explaining and you're listening."
"I don't think so. Just get the hell out of my way." Mimi folded her arms. "Make me." Roger did nothing. He stood there, helpless. He wasn't going to touch Mimi. He wouldn't hurt her. 'God, what's wrong with me? She hurt me! Why can't I do the same?' He thought. He let out an exasperated sigh and turned to Maureen.
"Let's just go. I don't need me stuff, I guess."
"Roger, look, I don't want to make things worse, but maybe you should listen to them." She said quietly. He looked confused. "Please, Roger. Do what I didn't." Roger nodded and sat down on the table.
"Go ahead. Explain." Mimi nodded and sat next to Mark. But Mark got up. She looked at him and he looked towards Roger. She nodded again.
"When you left for Santa Fe, Mark-he-he helped me get help. He knew a place- a clinic. And we were both just so lonely. We needed comfort. And I guess we found it in each other." She shrugged. "But it didn't last for too long Roger. Because Mark...."
"I ended it. I couldn't do that to you. I don't even know why I did it in the first place. I guess I was..."
"Lonely?" Roger asked.
"Y-yeah. But, you have to believe me, Roger. I never wanted this."
"What do you mean?"
"I never wanted to be with Mimi. I just felt so badly for her and she knew that. And I-never mind. Just know that I never wanted to hurt you."
"But you were with her, whether you wanted to be or not...and you did hurt me." Mark put his head down in shame.
"I know. And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Roger." He looks up. Roger looked in Mark's eyes and he knew he meant it. "Do you-are you...?"
"I forgive you."
"And you can't forgive me?" Mimi chimed in.
"You never apologized."
"Do I need to? I feel the same way he does." She gestured to Mark.
"You never wanted to be with yourself?" Roger asked.
"Oh, you're such a comedian. I never wanted Mark. It just happened. But like he said, he ended it."
"But did you want it to end, Mimi?" Roger asked.
"What? Of course I did! How can you ask me that?"
"Because you don't seem sorry. You just seem like you want me to forgive you so you don't have to feel guilty."
"R-Roger! Come on! You know that's not...true."
"Do I?"
"Yes! Roger I love you!"
"If you loved me you wouldn't have done anything with Mark!"
"It wasn't my fault!"
"Really? Whose was it then? Mark's?"
"No! He didn't want to do anything. The relationship was my doing!"
"Then whose fault was it?" Mimi didn't say anything. Roger knew what she was thinking. "Oh no. Don't even, don't even think it."
"Well it's true! If you had never left for Santa Fe this wouldn't have happened!"
"Mimi!" Maureen shouted. "That is it! You cheat on Roger by seducing his best friend and you're saying it's HIS fault?!?! You have some major issues!"
"Maureen shut the fuck up! This isn't any of your fuckin' business!"
"I don't give a shit. I'm not going to stand by and let you ruin Roger!"
"Hey, she's not ruining me." Roger said, offended.
"Roger, shut up!" Mimi and Maureen shouted. Roger got off the table and backed away. He stood next to Mark.
"I don't know where the hell you get off saying that I'm ruining Roger, Maureen. Because, the way I see it, if it wasn't for me, he'd be dead already! Slit wrists and everything!" She smirked. A gasp was heard throughout the loft. Maureen walked towards Mimi and slapped her across the face. Mimi charged at Maureen but Roger grabbed her before she could do anything.
"Get the fuck out of my home!" He ordered. Nobody had ever heard Roger yell like that before.
"Roger...I didn't mean that. It just-just came out."
"I don't give a shit, Mimi. Get your useless crap and leave!" She nodded and walked to Roger's room. Roger closed his eyes, begging the tears that were forming not to fall. They obliged. Maureen went up to Roger and hugged him.
"I'm so sorry, Roger. God, I'm sorry. This is all my fault." She whispered. Roger pulled away, confused.
"How?"
"If I didn't make you stay and listen then...."
"No, Maureen. I probably would have stayed anyway. Despite what it seemed like I was going to do."
"Yeah but, if I would have just stayed out of it then maybe..."
"Don't say that. I'm glad you didn't stay out of it. At least I know the real Mimi, now....hey Mark, you ok over there?" Roger asked, snapping Mark out of his trance-like state.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm ok. You?"
"What do you think?"
"Right."
Mimi walked out of Roger's room with a duffle bag full of her stuff. She put on her old jacket and looked at Roger, Mark and Maureen. She looked at the floor and then back up again. "Goodbye." And with that she walked out of the loft.
A/N- Wow. I really didn't expect that. And I'm writing it! Hope nobody hates me for that!