Chapter 4
"Is everything all right, baby?" Benny asked Mimi. Mimi looked like she hadn't slept in days. She nodded. "Well, what is it? Are you sick or something?" She let go of Benny's hand and started fumbling around with her own fingers. "Don't tell me Jessica said something to you that made you mad?" he asked her. She shook her head. Benny was a bit worried about Mimi acting like this.
"It's just, we need to break up!" she said quickly. Benny's eyes started to water, and slowly a tear streamed down his cheek. She whirled around and ran away. She ran down the sidewalk, as she wiped her tears away. She got into her apartment as someone stopped her. He had glasses and had red hair.
"Is something okay?" he asked her.
"Me and my boyfriend broke up," she said. The guy gave her a hug.
"I'm sorry, we don't know each other but…I hope you get better soon," he said to her. She said thanks and went on her way. She got in her room and laid down on her bed. She picked up the phone and called her friend Jessica. "Jessica, me and Benny broke up," she told her. She tried to stop choking while she talked. Jessica felt bad.
"I thought you wanted to break up with him…so why are you crying?" Jessica asked her.
"I don't know, I guess just because everything I've been going through," she said slowly, setting down the needle, after deciding not to take the drugs.
"Well, I just wanted you to know that I'm worried for you," Jessica told her. "You start getting obsessed over this guy you barely know, you leave your work for no reason whatsoever, and now you break up with Benny and start crying to me." Mimi looked down at her hands, shaking from all the crying she had been doing.
They hung up. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
July came quickly, and it seemed she got over her and Benny breaking up. She had started taking drugs less and less altogether, but still every once and awhile. She had gotten happier as the time went by, and saw the candle guy a lot more. The red headed boy who wear glasses had started talking to her more and more. He made her happier all the time.
"I have AIDS," she told him one day.
"Yeah, so does my room mate, Roger," he replied. Mimi nodded.
"I'd like to meet him sometime," she said.
"Ah, well, he stays home playing the guitar everyday." Roger laughed. "It's pretty funny. I mean, he's been writing this song for like a year."
"A year!" Mimi asked, laughing. "So what does he look like?" she asked him.
"He's got dirty blonde hair, gruff look. Greenish eyes." Mimi smiled. The candle guy came up in her head as soon as he finished with the description. Mimi asked him to tell Roger to meet her sometime, like in the lobby of the apartment.
"Alright," he said, "will do."
To be continued.