Authors note: Yes we all feel sorry for Mark, poor marky let's see if his luck changes! Yes I know i'm sad for romance stories but that's me so :P
Mark woke up early the next morning and decided to go up stairs before the other two woke up and offered him a breakfast he didn't want. He walked up as he was, making a mental note to give Roger back his clothes later, when he could be bothered to go back down.
As he fumbled with his keys he heard the answering machine go off, in even less of a hurry he managed to get the door open and walked in slowly.
"Hi," came a familiar voice from the answering machine, "It's me, Oh, I'm useless with these sort of things, I was just curious as to why you didn't show alst night, I waited for an hour and then gave up, that's really cheap of you Mark, if that is you're real-"
Mark picked up the phone and barked into it,
"What are you talking about, You were the one that didn't show I waited until eight o clock, for you, obviously you had a problem with turning up-"
"Hello, what are YOU talking about, of course, your going to tell me you arranged it at seven are you?"
Mark was silent, he had arranged it at seven, maybe she hadn't heard him right.
"Hello, Mark? Are you okay?"
Mark didn't reply, he didn't want to seem like any more of an idiot,
"Mark? Are you there?" Her voice sounded frantic, was she worried?
"Yeah I'm hear, listen I thought I did say seven maybe I said eight, I'm sorry, okay my bad."
Magenta was silent, so mark continued,
"So maybe if you wanted we could try it again tonight?"
"Well okay, but give me the directions to your house, that way I can come and beat you with a stick,"
"That doesn't give me much insentive to give you directions then," said Mark, smilling now that he knew she hadn't really stood him up, "okay well you know the way to the Life Cafe..."
Meanwhile downstairs Mimi was having a fit,
"ROGER, ROGER, COME QUICK,"
"What's wrong Meem's? Is there a spider in the bath?" said Roger going through the bathroom.
"No, smart arse and I'm not through the bathroom, I'm through Mark's room and he disapeared," said Mimi worriedly, "What if he's upset, like, really bad upset?"
Roger walked throught,
"Don't think that way Mimi," said Roger, hugging Mimi gently, "Mark's not like that, he'll have only went upstairs or something."
Funnily enough at that point, Mark walked in.
"MARKIE," shouted Mimi and running to hug him, glad that he was okay.
"Woah," exclaimed Mark, nearly being knocked off his feet, "they're throwing themselves at me now," he smiled.
"What do you mean Mark?" asked Roger, confused.
"Turns out, she didn't stand me up, we just got mixed up with the times!"
"That's great Mark, um...Mimi, I'm sure Mark would like to breath now," Roger said laughing.
"Oops, sorry Mark," said Mimi letting go.
"That's okay," said Mark, picking up Mimi and swinging her round.
"Erm Mark, remember she's my girl," said Roger, becoming unconfortable.
"Oh, sorry," said Mark putting Mimi down, "I'm just so happy."
He ran to Roger grabbed his hands and started dancing round in circles chanting, "I've got a girlfriend,", Mimi giggled at Roger's scared face,
"Okay Mark, you have a girlfriend now, and I'm pretty sure Mimi doesn't like this," Roger said in desperate atempt to get free.
Normally Mark would've been fazed by this but he was too happy to complain, but he did let go of Roger, who fell over out of extreme dizziness.
"I'll dance with you Mark," said Mimi helping Roger up and taking mark's hands, "Roger's just useless at these sort of things."
She stuck her tongue out at Roger, who did the same back.
Then Roger said, "When's the next date?"
Mark stopped now dizzy himself,
"Tonight," he said, "I gave her the directions to the flat, she said so that I can't escape,"
"What if she's a lunatic, who wants to skin you alive,"
"Mimi," said Mark, "Will you please limit the amount of films he sees,"
She nodded laughing.
"Stick to sesame street," he replied.
That night, he waited patiently in his appartment with Roger and Mimi, who were egging him on,
"Your going to have a great time tonight," said Mimi, "She's sounds like a great girl,"
"Yeah," said Roger laughing, "But just imagine what the kids would look like,"
"Shut up Roger," said Mark in a careless tone.
"Hey, Mark, I'm just messing with ya,"
The doorbell rang and Mark flew in the air,
"Maybe I shouldn't do this," Mark said reluctantly, but Mimi and Roger pushed him to the door.
He opened it shakily,
"Hi," said Magenta from the other side.
She was dressed to kill, her hair was up in a grip and she wore a halterneck top, blue with sequins and a mini skirt. She smiled and Mark went bright red.
Then Mark realised, he was supposed to say "hi" back,
"Oh hi Magenta, um..you look pretty, um.."
Thanks," said Magenta still smiling, "so were are we going tonight?"
"Oh, one second," he shouted back inside, "Mimi, Roger, I want you too out of there by the time I get back." he closed the door and walked downstairs with Magenta.
"So, um..."
"Let's stick to simple words for starters, shall we?" said Magenta smiling.
Mark went crimson,
"Yeah, okay," he muttered.
Magenta linked her hand into his, as they walked.
"Well, I was just planning the Life Cafe again, so if-"
Magenta interupted him,
"That's fine."
Five minutes later they got to the Life Cafe, walked in casually and sat down.
The waiter came over and just about died of fright,
"Argh! It's you, no get out now," he said to Mark,
"Hey, hey, calm down, I'm not going to cause a fuss this time I'm on a date, not to mention Roger isn't here,"
"Okay," said the Waiter looking round to make sure Roger wasn't coming in, "Well, what will I be?"
"You go first Markie."
He blushed at the nickname, the waiter supressed a laugh,
"Well?"
"Erm..I'll have the pasta with meatless balls, with a diet coke,"
Magenta giggled and Mark realised what he'd just said and once again, turned red.
This time the waiter did laugh,
"And what about you young lady?"
"Erm..I'll have the seaweed salad please with erm..yeah I'll have diet coke too."
The waiter left to get them their order, and Magenta edged closer to Mark,
"Smooth move," she said giggling, she shook her head, "meatless balls," she muttered.
Mark, grined sheepishly.
Ten minutes later after talking about all sorts of things, their order came.
"So," said Mark, wrapping his spagetti around his fork, "Do you come here often?"
"Well, I've been here a couple of times on past dates," Magenta replied, shoveling the salad into her mouth.
Mark smiled at her, she stopped.
"Sorry, excuse me, I haven't ate all day,"
"That's okay, I just expected someone as beautiful as you would have better table manners," Mark said still smiling at her.
"Aw, you think I'm beautiful?"
Mark blushed again,
"Well I-"
Magenta sighed,
"Don't get embarassed, it's okay to pay me a compliment, girls like that Mark, you look handsome tonight too, especially when you smile,"
Mark smiled for her but didn't blush.
"There you go," she said, "Beautiful."
Mark didn't know why but he was reminded of Angel.
After the dinner, Mark paid for it and invited Magenta up to his appartment, she accepted and took his arm as they walked up the stairs.
"Isn't there a lift?" Magenta asked.
"Yeah, but it's been broken for three years," Mark replied opening his door.
"Oh, how useful," she replied sarcastically.
She sat down on his couch, making herself at home.
"You know, I like this appartment, it's...well it has all the essentials," Magenta said fondly
"What you mean," Mark said taking her coat and hanging it up, "is it's crap, empty and is basically in the worst part of town,"
Magenta laughed,
"Your making it sound worse than it actually is."
Mark sat beside her,
"I suppose so, would you like some coffee?"
"No thanks," replied Magenta, "I don't like coffee, I don't do caffiene,"
"Ok, well."
Mark was getting fidgety and Magenta a little impatient, finally she burst out,
"OH, What the hell-"
She grabbed Mark and kissed him passionately on the lips, Mark's face turned scarlet.
She drew back, Mark's glasses had been knocked squint and he blinked violently, he was lost for words,
"Well?" Magenta asked.
"I er..."
Magenta smiled,
"I'll see you later Mark," she grabbed her jacket and ran out of the apparment and tore down the stairs leaving Mark, red and very confused.