Mark ran to the first place he could think of.
Collins' house.
It was freezing and all Mark could think of was Mimi alone and cold. He desperately tried to shake the image from his head. He looked his watch. It was eleven. He hoped Collins was awake. The rate he was going it would be the morning before he got there. Mark sped up to a run and practically sprinted the entire way.
He knocked on the door. After several tries he heard footsteps and a muffled "Goddamn".
The door swung open and Mark began to ramble to Collins.
"I'm sorry. I know its late but I ran the whole way here. I thought you could help us because Mimi was supposed to be at work toady and she didn't come home when she normally does and then Roger came in and he went crazy when I told him about…."
Once again cut off. Well at least Collins didn't kiss him.
Kiss. Why was he thinking about that wonderful kiss. Wait what did he just think?
Mark had finally lost it. I guess that's what a kiss from Roger does to you.
"Mark. Calm down and breathe man breathe. Now slowly tell me what happened"
Collins lead Mark inside and sat him on the sofa.
Such a great friend.
That's the only thing he could think about! Mimi was missing and all he could think about was Roger's kiss and how great of a friend Collins was. Yeah, he was officially insane.
"Well, earlier today Mimi didn't come home from work. I was really worried. Then Roger came back."
"Roger's back"
"Yes. But after that we got a message that she didn't show up for work"
"So where is she?"
"That's why I came here!"
"Alright. I call the police. You wait here"
Mark just shook his head. All he wanted was Mimi. Her voice, her body and her…..eyes.
Mark suddenly felt his eyes begin to sting.
No. Not now.
This wasn't the time to cry. He, instead, bit his lip until he felt it bleed. That pain covered the pain he was feeling. Collins came back in and put his jacket on.
"Mark, we're going to the police station"
Mark grabbed his jacket and they both ran out to Collins' car.
The entire drive he kept looking out the window. Carefully examining each person. Wishing that one of them would be Mimi. Wishing that they would find her before something bad happened. Waiting to find her and hold her in his arms.
Why is it that in times like these twenty minutes seems like three fucking hours?
This chapter is a bit scrambled but I love MARKY. I have to admit something,. I'm writing this fic chapter by chapter. No prewriting or planning. So if it kind of sucks sometimes its
because there has been no prior planning to it. Thanks again for reading. And if you
really like it and you tell me than I shall write more and I'll take requests. Anything you
want to happen. I'll make it happen in my own psychotic way. MUHAHAHAH! PLEASE REVIEW:)