[Wow! Sorry it took me so long to update! Here it is. Review pleeeeease!]
"You're. . .you're. . .oh my god," Mimi sputtered. "Are you sure? Did you use a test or anything?"
"Not yet. But I'm really starting to think that I am."
"Oh my god." They sat there in silence for a few minutes. "Well, it could be anything Mo. I mean lots of women are irregular."
"I'm not one of those women. I'm like a clock."
Mimi sighed. "Mo, why did you do this?"
"I don't know. I don't know anything anymore."
Mimi contemplated whether or not she should yell at her about being so ridiculously stupid. "Maureen. . .I've made a lot of mistakes. I've slept around. You know I have. And I never thought you would be this stupid."
"God, Mimi, I don't need this. I don't need to hear this from you right now. I was already lectured by Collins." Maureen rolled her eyes.
"Collins knows?"
"Just the first part. Not the outcome."
"Oh."
"Meems, I'm so scared."
"Honey, calm down. Everything is gonna be ok."
"You don't know that," Maureen sobbed. "You have no idea what I'm feeling right now, Mimi."
"I'm sorry," Mimi murmured for lack of anything better to say.
Maureen wiped her eyes and was silent.
"You wanna go home?" Mimi whispered.
"What home? I have no apartment."
"Stay with us until you find a place. Or at least for tonight. I'm sure Mark and Roger wouldn't mind," Mimi offered.
"Roger hates me," Maureen pouted.
"Of course he doesn't!" However, Mimi wasn't too sure about that. Roger had called Maureen "a total bitch" on more than one occasion. "C'mon. Let's get out of here." They stood up. "But first, let's fix your make-up so you don't go out there looking like a zombie." Mimi smiled.
Maureen couldn't help but laugh at her reflection. She had black streaks all the way down her cheeks. Mimi helped her redo the eye make-up. "Next time, use waterproof," she grinned.
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"What the fuck?" Mimi laughed as she and Maureen entered the apartment. Everyone was even more drunk than when they had last seen them. Roger was standing on the table wearing Mimi's bra over his shirt as the others laughed hysterically. Roger turned around.
"Hey! It's Mimi! Hey, Mimi, this looks nice on me!" he snorted and a bit of drool rolled down his cheek.
"And yet, you still love him," Maureen giggled.
"Roger, gimme my bra!" Mimi attempted to snatch it off of him but he moved out of the way just in time. "Roger! C'mon!"
"Haha. Roger is wearing your bra, Maureen. I mean Mimi. Wait, no. . ." Mark said in slurred speech from the couch.
Maureen leaned closer to Mimi. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Mimi nodded. "Let's snap it." They crept up behind Roger and slowly curled their fingers around the back of the bra and pulled.
"One, two, three!" They let go out the strap and Roger let out a howl as it whacked him in the back.
"What the fuck are you doing?! That hurt!" he whined.
"Yeah. So you better not snap mine anymore," Mimi grinned.
"To not to be, or to be. Wait, to be or not to not be? What is it again?" Collins mumbled as he guzzled down some more beer. Mimi gently pulled the bottle from his hand.
"No more for you," she laughed.
He looked very confused. "Hey, where did my beer go? I just had it a second ago!"
Mimi led Maureen into the bedroom where they fell over with a fit of giggles.
"Wow. I've never seen Collins that drunk before!" Mimi laughed.
"And Roger! I wish I had that on tape!"
"You probably do with Mark around. That is, if he can work his camera!" They dissolved into laughter again, but soon it subsided. They sat on the bed with their backs to the wall. "So, are you ok?"
"Yeah," Maureen shrugged. Mimi raised an eyebrow. "Well, not totally. I just don't want to think about it right now."
"Ok." Mimi couldn't think of anything else to say. She looked over at Maureen and saw her quickly brush a tear off her cheek. "You sure you're ok?"
Maureen looked up at Mimi and whispered, "I want to take the test now. I have to know. I just have to." Mimi nodded with a look of understanding and pulled out from her purse the pregnancy test they had bought on the way home. She handed it to Maureen.
"You know how to use this thing?"
"It can't be too hard."
"Good. 'Cause I have no clue. I've never had to use one of those things before," Mimi smirked.
"Right. Because you've probably never been stupid enough to not think about fucking protection." Maureen started to cry and Mimi instantly regretted her words.
"Honey, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. . ."
"Forget about it," Maureen mumbled as she stood and left for the bathroom with the test hidden under her shirt so the others wouldn't see it. However, their vision was probably so blurred that they would think I was a candy bar wrapper.
Mimi went into the living room to see if anything entertaining was going on. She didn't have to look very hard. Mark came at her with a camera. He could barely keep it steady.
"Hey, Mimi! Look everybody! It's Mimi! She's gonna be in my camera!"
"Mark. . .it's not on."
"Oh. Right."
Roger emerged from behind the couch. He had now graduated from Mimi's bras to her. .
"ROGER! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH MY THONG?!" she shrieked. He was wearing it on his head. Collins found this quite amusing.
"It's orange! Look, it's an orange wong. . .tong. . .thong!" he said and it seemed like he was speaking gibberish. Mimi stopped trying to grab her underwear.
"Uh, Collins. . .it's blue. Not orange." He just nodded and smiled.
"I feel pretty! Oh so pretty!" Roger sang. "Hey Meems, what are the lyrics?"
She shrugged.
"You know all the lyrics! I heard you singing it in the shower two days ago!"
"I was NOT!" she protested and attempted to hide a sheepish grin.
"You're blushing!" Mark cried. "You know that song!"
"I DO NOT!"
"Alright then." Roger proposed an idea. "If you don't sing it for us, then I will throw this thong off the fire escape."
"Nobody will know it's mine."
"We can always write your name on it."
"You wouldn't."
"I would."
"Well in your sane, booze-free mind you wouldn't." Roger just grinned at her as Mark tossed him a permanent marker. He scrawled her name onto the thong and hurried over to the fire escape where he dangled it over the railing.
"OK, OK!" Mimi gave in. "I feel pretty. . .oh so pretty. . ."
"Louder!" Mark shouted.
"I FEEL PRETTY AND WITTY AND GAY!" she screamed. "Is that better?" Roger finally handed over her underwear. She snatched it from him and made her way from the room blushing.
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Mimi looked at the clock. "Ok. Time's up. You can look now." Maureen stared at the pregnancy test lying on the edge of the bathroom sink. She didn't move.
"Maureen."
"I can't do it," she whispered. Mimi put her hand on Maureen's shoulder.
"It's better than not knowing."
"Ok. I think I can do this." Maureen took a deep breath and took a step towards the sink. Suddenly, she turned back. "I can't do it, Meems! I'm scared." Mimi took her hand and guided her back to the sink.
"We'll look together, ok?"
Maureen nodded. They leaned over the sink.
Maureen slowly sat back down. She was trembling. "So I guess. . .I guess I am."
"Yeah."
"Oh my god." Maureen sighed and hugged her knees to her chest. "Mimi, how am I supposed to go through with this? I'm not a mother. I have to money, no job. . .I have no life! And now I'm supposed to have a baby. I can't deal with this. This is too much." She rested her chin on her knees.
"You have other options." Mimi tried to sound helpful. "You could give the baby up for adoption or. . ."
". . .get an abortion?" Maureen finished her sentence. She sounded purely shocked. "How could I do that? That's awful. This is. . .my baby." Maureen said the last two words awkwardly, as though hearing them for the first time. "No. No way am I doing that. I couldn't. . .but. . ." Maureen just shook her head. "Maybe."
Mimi was silent for a while. "Mo, you can at least make light of this."
"How the hell am I supposed to do that? This wasn't supposed to happen. I can't believe I went out a got myself fucked by my agent for a stupid reason. I feel like such a whore," Maureen sobbed.
Suddenly, Mimi's eyes were like fire. "Don't ever call yourself that. Never. I've done far worse things and you know it." She paused. "God. . .I'm sorry. I didn't mean to totally blow up like that."
"It's ok." Suddenly, a small smile crept over Maureen's face. "Meems, I'm gonna have a baby," she whispered. "I'm really going to have a baby! This is so exciting!"
Mimi laughed. "Wow, where did that come from?" she rolled her eyes. "Of course it's exciting!" She hugged her tightly. "And everything is gonna be ok."
"I hope so."
Suddenly, noise erupted from outside the door. They could hear the others counting down.
"FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE. . . HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"
Mimi smiled. "Happy New Year, hon."
"Yeah," Maureen sighed. "I guess. Happy New Year. . ."
"You're. . .you're. . .oh my god," Mimi sputtered. "Are you sure? Did you use a test or anything?"
"Not yet. But I'm really starting to think that I am."
"Oh my god." They sat there in silence for a few minutes. "Well, it could be anything Mo. I mean lots of women are irregular."
"I'm not one of those women. I'm like a clock."
Mimi sighed. "Mo, why did you do this?"
"I don't know. I don't know anything anymore."
Mimi contemplated whether or not she should yell at her about being so ridiculously stupid. "Maureen. . .I've made a lot of mistakes. I've slept around. You know I have. And I never thought you would be this stupid."
"God, Mimi, I don't need this. I don't need to hear this from you right now. I was already lectured by Collins." Maureen rolled her eyes.
"Collins knows?"
"Just the first part. Not the outcome."
"Oh."
"Meems, I'm so scared."
"Honey, calm down. Everything is gonna be ok."
"You don't know that," Maureen sobbed. "You have no idea what I'm feeling right now, Mimi."
"I'm sorry," Mimi murmured for lack of anything better to say.
Maureen wiped her eyes and was silent.
"You wanna go home?" Mimi whispered.
"What home? I have no apartment."
"Stay with us until you find a place. Or at least for tonight. I'm sure Mark and Roger wouldn't mind," Mimi offered.
"Roger hates me," Maureen pouted.
"Of course he doesn't!" However, Mimi wasn't too sure about that. Roger had called Maureen "a total bitch" on more than one occasion. "C'mon. Let's get out of here." They stood up. "But first, let's fix your make-up so you don't go out there looking like a zombie." Mimi smiled.
Maureen couldn't help but laugh at her reflection. She had black streaks all the way down her cheeks. Mimi helped her redo the eye make-up. "Next time, use waterproof," she grinned.
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"What the fuck?" Mimi laughed as she and Maureen entered the apartment. Everyone was even more drunk than when they had last seen them. Roger was standing on the table wearing Mimi's bra over his shirt as the others laughed hysterically. Roger turned around.
"Hey! It's Mimi! Hey, Mimi, this looks nice on me!" he snorted and a bit of drool rolled down his cheek.
"And yet, you still love him," Maureen giggled.
"Roger, gimme my bra!" Mimi attempted to snatch it off of him but he moved out of the way just in time. "Roger! C'mon!"
"Haha. Roger is wearing your bra, Maureen. I mean Mimi. Wait, no. . ." Mark said in slurred speech from the couch.
Maureen leaned closer to Mimi. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Mimi nodded. "Let's snap it." They crept up behind Roger and slowly curled their fingers around the back of the bra and pulled.
"One, two, three!" They let go out the strap and Roger let out a howl as it whacked him in the back.
"What the fuck are you doing?! That hurt!" he whined.
"Yeah. So you better not snap mine anymore," Mimi grinned.
"To not to be, or to be. Wait, to be or not to not be? What is it again?" Collins mumbled as he guzzled down some more beer. Mimi gently pulled the bottle from his hand.
"No more for you," she laughed.
He looked very confused. "Hey, where did my beer go? I just had it a second ago!"
Mimi led Maureen into the bedroom where they fell over with a fit of giggles.
"Wow. I've never seen Collins that drunk before!" Mimi laughed.
"And Roger! I wish I had that on tape!"
"You probably do with Mark around. That is, if he can work his camera!" They dissolved into laughter again, but soon it subsided. They sat on the bed with their backs to the wall. "So, are you ok?"
"Yeah," Maureen shrugged. Mimi raised an eyebrow. "Well, not totally. I just don't want to think about it right now."
"Ok." Mimi couldn't think of anything else to say. She looked over at Maureen and saw her quickly brush a tear off her cheek. "You sure you're ok?"
Maureen looked up at Mimi and whispered, "I want to take the test now. I have to know. I just have to." Mimi nodded with a look of understanding and pulled out from her purse the pregnancy test they had bought on the way home. She handed it to Maureen.
"You know how to use this thing?"
"It can't be too hard."
"Good. 'Cause I have no clue. I've never had to use one of those things before," Mimi smirked.
"Right. Because you've probably never been stupid enough to not think about fucking protection." Maureen started to cry and Mimi instantly regretted her words.
"Honey, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. . ."
"Forget about it," Maureen mumbled as she stood and left for the bathroom with the test hidden under her shirt so the others wouldn't see it. However, their vision was probably so blurred that they would think I was a candy bar wrapper.
Mimi went into the living room to see if anything entertaining was going on. She didn't have to look very hard. Mark came at her with a camera. He could barely keep it steady.
"Hey, Mimi! Look everybody! It's Mimi! She's gonna be in my camera!"
"Mark. . .it's not on."
"Oh. Right."
Roger emerged from behind the couch. He had now graduated from Mimi's bras to her. .
"ROGER! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH MY THONG?!" she shrieked. He was wearing it on his head. Collins found this quite amusing.
"It's orange! Look, it's an orange wong. . .tong. . .thong!" he said and it seemed like he was speaking gibberish. Mimi stopped trying to grab her underwear.
"Uh, Collins. . .it's blue. Not orange." He just nodded and smiled.
"I feel pretty! Oh so pretty!" Roger sang. "Hey Meems, what are the lyrics?"
She shrugged.
"You know all the lyrics! I heard you singing it in the shower two days ago!"
"I was NOT!" she protested and attempted to hide a sheepish grin.
"You're blushing!" Mark cried. "You know that song!"
"I DO NOT!"
"Alright then." Roger proposed an idea. "If you don't sing it for us, then I will throw this thong off the fire escape."
"Nobody will know it's mine."
"We can always write your name on it."
"You wouldn't."
"I would."
"Well in your sane, booze-free mind you wouldn't." Roger just grinned at her as Mark tossed him a permanent marker. He scrawled her name onto the thong and hurried over to the fire escape where he dangled it over the railing.
"OK, OK!" Mimi gave in. "I feel pretty. . .oh so pretty. . ."
"Louder!" Mark shouted.
"I FEEL PRETTY AND WITTY AND GAY!" she screamed. "Is that better?" Roger finally handed over her underwear. She snatched it from him and made her way from the room blushing.
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Mimi looked at the clock. "Ok. Time's up. You can look now." Maureen stared at the pregnancy test lying on the edge of the bathroom sink. She didn't move.
"Maureen."
"I can't do it," she whispered. Mimi put her hand on Maureen's shoulder.
"It's better than not knowing."
"Ok. I think I can do this." Maureen took a deep breath and took a step towards the sink. Suddenly, she turned back. "I can't do it, Meems! I'm scared." Mimi took her hand and guided her back to the sink.
"We'll look together, ok?"
Maureen nodded. They leaned over the sink.
Maureen slowly sat back down. She was trembling. "So I guess. . .I guess I am."
"Yeah."
"Oh my god." Maureen sighed and hugged her knees to her chest. "Mimi, how am I supposed to go through with this? I'm not a mother. I have to money, no job. . .I have no life! And now I'm supposed to have a baby. I can't deal with this. This is too much." She rested her chin on her knees.
"You have other options." Mimi tried to sound helpful. "You could give the baby up for adoption or. . ."
". . .get an abortion?" Maureen finished her sentence. She sounded purely shocked. "How could I do that? That's awful. This is. . .my baby." Maureen said the last two words awkwardly, as though hearing them for the first time. "No. No way am I doing that. I couldn't. . .but. . ." Maureen just shook her head. "Maybe."
Mimi was silent for a while. "Mo, you can at least make light of this."
"How the hell am I supposed to do that? This wasn't supposed to happen. I can't believe I went out a got myself fucked by my agent for a stupid reason. I feel like such a whore," Maureen sobbed.
Suddenly, Mimi's eyes were like fire. "Don't ever call yourself that. Never. I've done far worse things and you know it." She paused. "God. . .I'm sorry. I didn't mean to totally blow up like that."
"It's ok." Suddenly, a small smile crept over Maureen's face. "Meems, I'm gonna have a baby," she whispered. "I'm really going to have a baby! This is so exciting!"
Mimi laughed. "Wow, where did that come from?" she rolled her eyes. "Of course it's exciting!" She hugged her tightly. "And everything is gonna be ok."
"I hope so."
Suddenly, noise erupted from outside the door. They could hear the others counting down.
"FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE. . . HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"
Mimi smiled. "Happy New Year, hon."
"Yeah," Maureen sighed. "I guess. Happy New Year. . ."