I think it's safe to say I didn't dissapoint any ofmy fellow Mimi/Roger fluff minions with these two! As always enjoy!
Dru
71. Broken
"I'm broken."
Collins looked up from the newspaper he was reading.
"You're not broken Mimi."
"Easy for you to say," a stuffed up Mimi sniffled in aggravation. "You're not broken!"
"Neither are you!"
"Yes…yes I am. I can't smell. I can't eat anything without it not tasting like anything! I'm broken!" Mimi insisted. Collins sighed heavily then groaned.
"Okay Mimi. You're right. You are completely, utterly, and helplessly broken," he replied, figuring it was just easier to agree with her. Mimi let out a loud squeak of hurt, causing Collins to jump.
"I'm not that broken!" she cried, shaking Collins shoulders.
"Mimi dear. You sound like someone crammed a duck up your nose. You said yourself you were broken," Mark pointed out. Mimi shot him a look.
"Not you too!"
"Sorry Meems."
"When's Roger coming home?" she asked in a whiny voice, laying up against the opposite end of Mark and Roger's couch, making sure she kicked Collins as she got comfortable.
"Soon," Mark went back to winding film. Mimi folded her arms across her chest, sniffling every so often. The silence was driving her crazy.
"Marky?"
"What?"
"Whatcha doin'?" He sighed.
"What does it look like I'm doing Mimi?"
"Winding film," she answered sweetly. Mark looked up. She was now a half an inch away from his face. He groaned.
"Whaaaat Mimi?"
"Can I help?" Mark smirked.
"No mam'."
"Please? I'm broken!" Mark laughed.
"I think we've developed that fact already. Go bother Collins."
"Okay," Mimi got up and jumped back on to the couch.
"Collins?"
"What?"
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Be quiet Mimi. Go take a nap."
"Okay," Mimi yawned realizing that that didn't sound like such a horrible idea. She curled up at the edge of the couch and was soon asleep, her clogged nose making weird noises.
"Damn if I had known it was going to be that easy I would have done it a long time ago," Mark got up and threw a blanket over Mimi's sleeping body, feeling slightly bad.
"Yeah," Collins smiled finally able to read in peace. "She's a piece of work that girl." Mark went back to winding his film, the two sitting in silence for a while before Roger came through the door.
"Hey guys," he tossed his keys on the kitchen counter. "What's up?" Collins and Mark looked up.
"Your girlfriends broken," they answered at the same time. Collins nodded to an asleep Mimi who was curled up at his feet at the edge of the sofa. Roger gave them a quizzical look. Mark put his finger to his lips.
"What the hell did you guys do to her?" Roger asked, rather accusingly going over to Mimi. Collins chuckled.
"We didn't do a damn thing. She's the one that said she was broken."
"Her nose is stuffy," Mark translated. "She's been a little cranky."
"Aw poor Mimi," Roger knelt down next to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Mimi stirred at the sound of her name and her eyes fluttered open at Roger's kiss.
"Your home!" she said half groggy, half excited as she threw her arms around his neck.
"Are you broken?" Roger teased, climbing up on the couch between Mimi and Collins and letting her rest her head on his lap. She snuggled in and closed her eyes again, nodding against his legs.
"I am. I am completely, utterly, and helplessly broken." Collins had to laugh at that.
"I'll make you better," Roger whispered. "Promise." Mimi smiled, happy he was home.
"I should get myself broken more often."
66. Rain
"Why does it always rain?" Maureen pouted, staring longingly out the lofts balcony window. Rain was coming down in sheets and showed no signs of slowing up. The forecast predicted at least 2 more days of a continuous downpour.
"I don't think that's the question you should be asking yourself boo," Joanne sat at Roger and Marks coffee table going through some magazines.
"What question should I be asking myself then?" Maureen wondered.
"Why it seems that anytime it rains, the seven of us are usually stuck together," Collins answered, coming from the kitchen munching on some sort of cracker thing. Mimi opened her mouth just as Collins sat down and he closed his eyes and smacked his forehead. "Don't…say…anything…Mimi…Marquez…for…the…love…of…god."
"I wasn't going to say anything," she protested, folding her arms across your chest.
"Yes you were. You were about to say 'Stuck together? Collins how could you say that?'" Mark mimicked in a high, squeaky voice. Mimi threw a pillow, not-to-gently at the side of his head. He was definitely getting on her nerves today.
"Collins?" Mimi poked him in the shoulder. When he didn't react she grew huffy. "Collins! Collins! Collins! Collins! Collins!"
"What!" Collins grabbed Mimi's wrist to stop the poking.
"Where's Roger?"
"Kitchen."
"Thank you," she glared down at Mark who only stuck his tongue out at her.
"Baby?"
"Yeah?"
"Go walking with me in the rain," Mimi pressed herself against Roger, hooking her thumbs through the belt hoops on his jeans.
"We'll get sick Mimi," he said, bringing his arms around her waist.
"No we won't," she insisted. "Just for a tiny, little, tiny miniscule amount of time?"
"What if I say yes?" Roger asked. "What am I supposed to tell you when you get sick again in a couple of days? You just got over something!"
"You'll take care of me. I won't ask any questions. Please?" Mimi was practically hopping up and down now.
"Okay okay," Roger rested his hands on her shoulders. "If I go with you will you do something for me?" Mimi nodded.
"As long as you promise to come." Roger pressed a pill into the palm of her hand.
"Take that for me?" he whispered. Mimi moaned softly. Was it five o clock already? She closed her eyes and popped the pill into her mouth, grabbing Roger's water off of the counter and taking a sip before tilting her head back and swallowing. She opened her mouth to prove she had taken it. Roger pretended to inspect carefully.
"Can we go now?" she asked impatiently.
"Okay hold on," Roger smiled and popped his head out into the living room.
"Collins, toss me Mimi's jacket." Without looking up from the fashion magazine Angel was making him look at, Collins tossed a black glob at him from over his shoulder.
"Where you going?" Mark asked. Roger shrugged.
"Wherever Mimi decides to lead me I guess." Collins looked up from the magazine.
"May god be with your brother," he did the sign of the cross against his chest. Roger rolled his eyes and smiled.
"I do love her you know. Her spontaneity doesn't bother me!"
"Give it time," Collins said under his breath.
"Don't get sick!" Mark called after him. Roger pulled Mimi close to him and eased her into her coat.
"What'd the peanut gallery have to say?" she asked. They stepped out into the hallway and walked down the stairs, holding hands.
"Oh, just being over-dramatic as usual," Roger squeezed her hand and started to hum as they passed by the apartment Mimi barely spent any time at anymore. As soon as they stepped out of the building, rain splattered against their faces. Mimi giggled.
"Now what?" Roger asked.
"Let's go to the park," Mimi clutched his hand tighter. "Come on." Together, Mimi and Roger sloshed their way through puddles and pot holes filled to the brim with water. Mimi giggled loving every minute of it. Roger couldn't help but laugh too as he felt cool rain water land on his tongue and slide down his throat. Plus, if it made Mimi happy, it was all worth getting drenched. Once at the park Mimi ran over to the swings and looked up at Roger expectantly, holding her arms out.
"Whaaaat baby?" he giggled knowing full well what she wanted. She put her hands together.
"Please?"
"Oooh," Roger moaned. Mimi's wet hair stuck to her face, her brown eyes glistening with energy. "Why do you have to be so cute?" Mimi giggled and shrugged. Roger sat down on the wet sing and brought Mimi into her lap, starting to swing slowly. Roger kissed Mimi behind her ear.
"Thank you for playing in the rain with me," Mimi rested her head against Roger's shoulder, the rain letting up slightly. He smiled and closed his eyes, savoring the smell of fresh rain in her hair.
"Anytime."