Chapter 5
Mimi sat on the bench and waited for Roger to come, as Mark said he told him to. It was 20 minutes past, but guys can be late. Tomorrow was Independence Day and her parents would be visiting. She knew she would have to get all dressed up and what not, so she just thought about what she would wear. Soon enough it was dark, and she got inside. She gave up on him that night.
She walked in her apartment, and sat down on the bed. She frowned, and would just ask Mark about Roger tomorrow. She lay down on her bed, and rested her head on the pillow, and stared up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes, after setting the alarm for 7 A.M. She had a dream about Roger lighting a candle, and then looking up and smiling.
"Oh, it is so good to see you!" her mom said, as she hurried to hug her daughter. Mimi hugged back, and smiled at her mother. "So, have you planned anything?" she asked as Mimi's father walked through the door, and set down a suitcase. "If not, we can always just go back out and eat at a nice restaurant, its okay if you're not prepared.
"Let's eat out, I barely have anything to eat," said Mimi, "and not enough to even buy me anything." So, her mother and father walked her to a restaurant they liked. It was Chinese, which was one of Mimi's favorites. The waiter could barely speak English, but Mimi could still understand him. She ordered vegetable fried rice.
"So, happy Independence Day!" her mom said, smiling. Mimi smiled back. Her parents had met on Independence Day so it was special for them. They would always come back to New York City from Canada to visit Mimi. She enjoyed it a lot, seeing as her only company was Jessica, and now Mark. The food finally came, and Mimi enjoyed it a lot. She could tell why her parents wanted to come here.
That night Mark visited. "Sorry, Roger didn't come." Mimi nodded.
"How did you know?" Mimi asked him.
"I don't have a job, I don't have any money. All I did was sit around all day, and he refused to leave. Said his guitar string was broken." Mimi nodded.
"I understand." Mimi and Roger hugged. "By the way, can you not tell Roger about me, though. I don't want him to know who I am."
"Alright," said Mark, "if that's what you want."
"Trust me, it is." Mimi smiled.
To be continued