AN: YAY!!!!!!!!! At this point, "Seasons of Love" has now become my most popular fanfiction! does the happy dance
Okay, so maybe not once I get this stupid POTC fic up. And the one for Chicago….
Anyways, we're gonna jump straight into August. But it doesn't mean the ride's over yet!
"Owww..." Tara held her head. This was one girl who couldn't hold her liquor. "God, how much did I drink last night? A keg?"
"Half gallon of drink mix and vodka, and then a half bottle of Captain's. I was glad not to have to rush you to the hospital."
She turned around and saw Mark. "One, the drink mix was almost gone anyway. Two, what the hell happened?"
"You got drunk, yelled at me, and then I took you inside."
"Did we-?"
"No." Okay, he was extremely tempted to, but Mark, while sex-deprived, wasn't that desperate. "Can I talk to you?"
She poured some coffee into her cup. Damn. Cold. "I thought we were talking."
"I mean, about- you know, us."
"What?"
"Look, I'm sorry about what happened with the whole Benny issue. It's not your fault, it's just-"
"Maureen?"
He could've sworn his mouth dropped at that second. How did she know? "Did Roger, or Collins, or someone tell you that, 'cause-"
"Nah. A little bird told me." Okay, so she was lying through her teeth, but would Mark honestly believe that April came back from the dead to tell her everything?
Mark stared at her. What Tara talking about? That's not the point! "Anyway, yeah. She kinda screwed me over that way."
"So…what are you sayin'?"
He looked at her. Tara's eyes were a little red from last night, but he could still see her sincerity. "You wanna give it another try?"
* * *
August:
Collins pulled the cardboard box up the stairwell. "Christ, Dave. What the hell do you have in here?"
"Shoes." He smiled as he helped his boyfriend with the thing.
"Shoes?! What are they, cement?"
"Nope. Women's and men's."
Collins dropped the box. "Dave, I thought we talked about this."
Dave sighed. "Yeah, hon, I know. I really don't know what to do with them all. Right now, it's either hawk them for cash or at least give'em to Meems."
"Wanna try both? Rent's due soon."
"I thought Mark got a job now."
"He did." Mark had finally gotten job down at a productions company, which seemed great to him until he realized that it specialized in children's videos. Rog had a great time ripping on Mark about that one.
"Kid's videos?! What are you doing, man?" Roger shook his head, and started cracking up again.
"Fuck you. I'm getting some money here."
"Oh, so it's not just the kiddie films. Marky's turning into yuppie scum." Which was usually followed by a punch directed at Roger's head, but never seemed to get there.
"Okay, okay. I'll pawn some of them." Dave grabbed his side of the box. "Tara, are you coming with that paint stuff?" he called down.
She wasn't.
"Mark! Stop it, will ya? I gotta this stuff up-ah!" She fell over the couch.
"Come on…" he said, flopping over and landing next to her. "You can do it later." He kissed her.
Tara pulled away, laughing. "No, I really-Okay, just one more."
* * *
Dave sat down on the loft couch. Okay, so it had taken them forever- with nearly everyone sneaking to make out and have a little fun, as it would have seemed. But here he was. Kinda on my own.
"Congrats!" Roger threw a beer into his lap. "You sure wanna be here, Dave? We can still get you back downstairs in about another twelve hours."
"Very funny," he said, twisting off the cap.
"Label your drugs?"
"Huh?"
Roger punched the new roomie in the arm. "Your drugs."
Dave just rolled his eyes, and then laid back. "I'll keep them in my room."
The door burst open. "Hey, no house-warming party?"
"Hi, Maureen," they both groaned.
She brandished two bottles of champagne. "You two are so lazy. Liven up a bit, y'know?"
Roger finally noticed what she had. "Is that alcohol?"
"Yeah. You want some?" She wagged the bottle in front of him. Roger nodded. "What about you, kid?"
Dave held up his beer. "Taken care of."
"Like I said, liven up a little, what don'tcha?"
"Hey Dave!" Tara ran into the room. "You forget anything?"
"Not that I know of."
"Okay." She smiled, and then saw Maureen there. "Oh. Hi."
Maureen tried to smile back at her. "Hi there. Thirsty?" She held up the bottles.
"No thanks. I'm not that great at holding liquor."
"Well, that's your prerogative."
"Um, okay. If you guys need me, I'll be downstairs." Tara turned and started out the door.
"Tell FilmBoy down there that he's got his share of rent due! For this apartment!" Roger yelled after her. "All right, Mo. Crack'em open."
She nodded, and started to the kitchen. Maureen had never realized before about how much she hated Tara.
PS: Please pleaseplease please PLEASE REVIEW!! SPOILER: BIG NEWS FROM MIMI AND MARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!