Disclaimer: RENT, and all the characters,belogns to the late, great, Jonathan Larson. I do not intend to make any profit off these stories, it is soley for my enjoyment.
Enjoy! I'll try to have the next chapter up by the end of the week. If not, Happy Holidays!
Chapter 2 Out and About
The sun shone brightly through the windows in Rogers's bedroom. Groggily he moaned and squeezed his eyes shut to block out the stinging of the sun's rays. He rolled over only to stop himself short before he landed on Mimi. She was sleeping peacefully, her hair spread across the pillow. He starred at her and smiled. My god she is so beautiful. He thought. So young, and yet she has seen and been through so much more than most people have in a lifetime. She deserves so much.
Mimi slowly opened her and to her surprise found Roger hovering above her, his eyes taking in each one of her features. She smiled compassionately.
"Hi." She said sweetly wile running her hand across his face, resting it on his cheek. Roger turned and placed a single kiss on the inside of her palm.
"Hi." He replied while leaning down to softly kiss her.
"What do you want to do today?" He asked.
She looked at him sadly, "I have to work a double tonight." Roger looked at her face and replied with a sad smile himself.
"What time do you have to go in?" He asked tenderly.
"Four." She answered.
"You need to look for another job. One that doesn't show you off to every other male in the city. You're mine." He answered, not in a mad or demanding way but more in a 'no one should be looking at you but me' way.
"You know I can't. This is the only job that pays enough for me to keep my apartment. You know that. We've been over this already." She answered, a little agitated now.
"Then move in with me. You can stay here, rent free. And you could quit your job." He looked at her, and she shook her head softly.
"I can't….I'll be intruding."
"Intruding on who? Mark? Look, no one would mind, I promise." He pressed, trying to convince her.
"I don't know, no matter what Roger, I have to work. I can't just sit around all day. We need money."
"Just think about it, please?" She nodded her head then reached her arms up to pull him down for another kiss.
Maureen woke up with a major hangover. Her head was pounding and she felt like vomiting. She opened her eyes and carefully looked around the room. She didn't recognize the dressers, or the walls, or even the bed she was in. Where the hell am I? Then it all came rushing back. Last night, at the club. That guy. Shit, Joanne is going to kill me! She hurriedly jumped out of bed and put her clothes back on.
"Hey babe." A man walked out of the bathroom, without a shirt and asked. "Why are you in such a hurry? Got somewhere to go?" He asked as he stalked towards her grinning.
"As a matter of fact, I do. Now if you don't mind, Goodbye." She finished zipping up her boots and stood up gathering her jacket and purse from the floor.
"I had an amazing time last night." He grinned and opened the door for her. "Call me."
He said. But Maureen was already gone, down the steps and out the front door. She was practically running down the street.
Finally reaching the apartment she was about the open the door when it flung open. Joanne in the door way with an angry look on her face.
"Where have you been?" Joanne demanded. Maureen thought without luck, to come up with a lie. So she told her the truth.
"I went out." Maureen said as she slipped by Joanne and into the house.
"Until eleven o' clock in the morning?" Joanne screamed.
"Yeah." Maureen answered as she went into their bedroom and began to change.
"You have some nerve Maureen. What did you do all night long?" Joanne asked, curious and furiously.
"I went to a club, and got drunk. That's all I could remember." Maureen answered as she walked out of their bedroom redressed in a new outfit for the day.
"Oh, really?" Joanne asked sarcastically, knowing she was lying.
"Look, Pookie, it was nothing." Maureen promised as she walked up to Joanne trying to convince her.
"Don't Pookie me!" Joanne screamed, backing away from Maureen and turning into the bedroom.
"Did you sleep with someone?" Joanne asked, as she put her hands on her hips, fuming at Maureen.
"Pookie, I'm sorry. I'll never do it again." Maureen promised as she pouted her lips and walked towards Joanne trying to hug her.
"So is that a yes or a no?"
"Yes….I mean no. Pookie listen to me!" Maureen frantically trying to get Joanne to stay as she started to get her jacket.
"No, Maureen. I've had enough of you! You're always flirting with every person in the room, and I can't handle it anymore."
"What are you saying? You're leaving me?" Maureen asked horrified.
"Yes. It's over!" Joanne confirmed as she gathered a few things from the closet. "I'll be back later to pick up my things."
"No! You can't dump me. No one ever dumps Maureen Johnson!" Maureen yelled as she marched towards Joanne, stomping her feet on the way.
"Well I just did!" Joanne screamed as she started to walk out the bedroom towards the apartment door.
"No. It's not over 'till I say it's over! And it's over. I hate you!" Maureen yelled as Joanne opened the apartment door.
"Don't you dare come back here again!" Maureen yelled as she slammed the door on Joanne.
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