Authors note: I feel like hell Ash You better enjoy this I have the cold and have threw up twice so you'd better review !

Chapter six

Rodge and Mimi sat on the couch rolling about in laughter, Mark had told them about getting the girl's phone number.

"She probably gave you the number for her ill grandma in spain," said Roger still laughing.

Mark gave him an evil look,

"I'm going upstairs to bed," he said stiffly, and he left the appartment mumbling about Roger being a nuisence and a dis-couraging pain in the rear.

As the door shut Mimi looked at Roger,

"What?" he asked.

"You've upset him, go and talk to him,"

Roger looked shocked at her,

"You laughed too," he exclaimed.

"Yes I did but you're his friend go talk to him," said Mimi with a smug look.

"Your evil," said Roger as he left to go find his friend.

Mark was just unlocking his door, when Roger walkd up,

"Hey," he said.

"Hey Roger,"

"I was only joking it's great that you got yourself a girl, will there be any dates soon?"

"I dunno, I've only just got her number,"

"Well, that's a start," said Roger.

"Hey, why don't you come in," Mark replied, "it's too cold out,"

Roger followef Mark into the appartment,

"What's her name anyway?" asked Roger.

"It's Magenta," said mark hanging his coat up.

"Magenta?" said Roger narrowing his eyes, "are you kidding me?"

"No, why what's wrong with her? Do you know her?"

Roger shook his head staring at the floor,

"It's sounds like a fake name, Magenta, rings a bell though...Hey! isn't that the name of that woman in the rocky horror picture show?"

"Roger please," said Mark, "why can't you just accept that I've got a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, your right, your right, maybe I'm just being to suspiscious, I'm just worried about my little Markie, I don't want cha' to get hurt."

"Well, you better not keep Mimi waiting downstairs, she'll be lonely,"

"Yeah, okay, you coming down to chat and have a bit to drink?"

"Nah, I'm going to bed," Mark said yawning, it was a fake yawn though, "Hey, wait a minute Rog' I thought you said you were never going to drink again after last time?"

Mark looked at him closely.

"Yeah well you see the thing about that is," said Roger walking downstairs backwards, "l lied."

"Roger, be careful, your gonna-"

At that moment Roger missed a step and flew backwards down a flight of stairs, Mark shook his head,

"I'm okay!" Roger shouted up the stairs.

"Well," said Mark to himself, "That's the quick way to do it," and walked back inside.

The next day Mark woke bright and breezy, Roger on the other hand, was hung-over not as bad as last time, but still hung over. Mimi was once again up all night making sure Roger didn't choke during the night.

"Oh God," said Roger getting some water from the kitchen, "I feel utterly crap, Mark was right, I should have cut the drink."

Mimi smiled half heartedly,

"Yeah he was right," she said, "And I'm tired, I'm going back to bed." She left the room.

"SORRY," Roger called to her.

Roger walked out the kitchen and slumped onto the couch, face first.

The door swung open with a bang,

"Oh hell," thought Roger, not looking up,"Not her, not now."

But Roger was in luck it wasn't Maureen, it was only Mark, but he was still jumpy.

"Guess what, Roger, GUESS WHAT," he said sitting next to the sore Roger.

"Ow, too loud," said Roger, covering his ears, his voice muffled by the cushion beneath him.

"Sorry," said Mark, "But you still have to guess,"

"No idea, what?" said Roger face full of leather.

"I just got a date, I just got a date, I just got a date, I just got a date," Mark chanted.

"goophermph," said Roger voice still muffled.

"Pardon?"

Good for you," said Roger, pulling his face from the couch for the first time since Mark arrived.

"We're going to the "elegant" life cafe for dinner," Mark said grinning.

"Oh, how classy," said Roger sarcastically, "listen can you do me a favour?"

"Sure what?

"Leave me alone to die,"

"Hangover?"

"Yup,"

"Gotcha see ya' I'm going to the park anyway for more footage, who know's, maybe more girls will fall for me,"

"Yeah sure," said Roger before muttering under his breath, "more like yeah right."

Mark raised an eyebrow,

"What was that?"

Roger had flumped back onto the couch and his arm and flung it to the side in a "whatever" motion.

"Hmmph," said Mark, "fine I'll go but I'll be back."

He left and headed upstairs, he returned five minutes later with his CAMERA.

"Oh Mark, please, not that fucking thing," said Roger, getting annoying, "I know how much you love filming me drunk and unstable but- Oh come on Mark, Please, I wouldn't film you!"

Mark looked at him,

"That's because I don't get drunk, and I'd never let you near my camera,"

"Good point, but switch it off, Mark please I'm not in the mood,"

"Oh come on, I'm just having a laugh it's not even-"
"NOW, MARK!"

"Hey, chill Roger i haven't switched it-"

Roger had spun round on the couch and grabbed the camera.

He walked casually to the balcony and dangled the camera over the edge.

"RIGHT MARK, I'VE WARNED YOU SO I'LL MAKE THIS BRIEF, IF YOU DON'T FUCKIN' PISS OFF, I SWEAR NEXT CHANCE I GET, I'M THROWING

THIS FUCKING PEICE OF CRAP OVER THE BALCONY, here!" he threw the camera back over to Mark.

"Sheesh, so-ree," asid Mark a little shicked at his friends sudden outburst,

"remind me never to bother you when your drunk again," he walked out of the door and had half shut it when he opened it again,

"Oh and by the way Roger-"

"MARK WILL YOU JUST FUCK OFF."

Mark was about to reply when Roger threw a cushion at him and he had to shut the door quickly to aviod being hit.

It was seven o' clock, Mark was dressed up in one of Rogers old plaid t-shirts and a pair of khaki trousers. Yes, he looked ridiculous, but they were the only clean decent clothes he had at the moment.

He was walking to the Life Cafe, they had planned to meet there after all. By the time he got there it was five past seven, Mark leant back onto the wall. It was freezing, he could feel it through his t-shirt.

"I knew I should've worn a jacket," he mumbled to himself.

Fifteen minutes later, Magenta still wasn't there, Mark began to wish he had put on a jacket even more as the wind began to pick up.

"I'll give her five more minutes," he said stiffly because his jaw was so cold, "She's probably straightening her hair or putting on make-up or whatever."

The wind blew fiercely at Mark Cohen's arms covering them in goosebumps. He folded them tightly, shivering.

He looked at his watch, five to eight.

A tear trickled down Mark's face as he realised she wasn't coming. He started to walk home, cold miserable and hungry. As he walked slowly along the dark streets, a little frightened as remembered the times he had been mugged, it started to rain.

Roger Davis heard a knock on the door, he looked at the clock, ten past eight, who could this be, he thought.

"Who's at the door honey?" shouted Mimi from the kitchen.

"I'm just about to find out," Roger called back.

He opened the door to find Mark dripping wet and solemn, in tears.

"MARK? Your back early I thought you were-"

"I'm just here to tell you that you were right, I'll never get a girlfriend-Happy? I bet you are, at least one of us is," he began to walk up the stair.

"Mark what happ-DID SHE? OH MY GOD! Fucking Hell! Mark get back here, you're not sitting up there on your own, Oh no, get back here," Roger pulled Mark into Mimi's appartment, "You can stay in the spar bedroom," Roger made Mark sit on the couch.

Mimi came out of kitchen,

"OH hi Mark," she said smiling, "How was the-"

Roger coughed, loudly.

"OH," she said her face dropping, "Well, uh.. would you like a cup of coffe, Mark?"

"Yeah," Mark replied bitterly, " A strong cup please."

Mimi went back into the kitchen.

Roger smiled sympathetically and put his arm around his friends shoulder,

"No fucking cow stands up my best friend," said Roger threatningly, "hey, what do you say, tommorow, I go to her house and kick her cunt in?"

"LANGUAGE!" snarled Mimi from the kitchen, five minutes later she came out with a huge warm cup of fresh coffee.

"Let's not leave you all wet Mark," she said sweetly, "Roger honey, go and get Markie some dry clothes."

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