Just two short/silly fluffs. But good news! 4 day weekend coming up this weekend! More writing time! hehe enjoy!

Dru

PS. I know you love me already ControlledChaos but you should also know that the Mimi/Mark silly-nessis all for yoooooooooou :-)

52. Fire

"Don't you remember what happened the last time we did this?" Mark tossed a few more pieces of cardboard into the burning trash can positioned in the middle of the loft. "We ended up dumping it out the window?"

"Well not this time," Roger said adding to the fire as well. "Mimi's cold."

"Oh god forbid! The all mighty Princess Mimi Marquez is cold!" Mark cried in mock horror as he sat on one side of the couch and wrapped a comforter around her shoulders anyway. She planted a kiss square in the middle of his cold nose and he wiped it with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Could you quit doing that? I don't want any more kisses!" Mark complained. Mimi gasped slightly as she pulled him in and gave him another kiss, this time on the forehead, before pushing him away.

"Well maybe if you would quit wiping my kisses away I would stop giving them to you, you brat!" she shot back.

"Stop kissing him Meems," Roger crawled behind her and brought his arms around her front. "He doesn't deserve it." Mark rolled his eyes at him and watched the fire flicker high from the trash can, radiating off a good deal of heat. "You need to save all your kisses for me." He leant over her shoulder to capture her lips in a kiss.

"Hey!" Mark jumped off the couch. "Do you have to do that now?"

"Sit down," Roger laughed, nuzzling into the back of Mimi's neck. "She obviously adores you too so you have nothing to be jealous about." Mark turned red. He seemed to find himself blushing more and more these days.

"Why is that?" Mark turned to face Mimi and Roger.

"Why is what?" Mimi asked.

"Why do you…why are you…you drive me crazy!" Mark couldn't quite put his question into words. He loved Mimi like a sister. She tormented him like a brother and he tormented her back. They were like rivaling siblings most of the time. But at the end of the day Mimi would just as quickly snuggle up to him as she would to Roger. She would be just as anxious to talk a mile a minute about something that had happened with Angel or a cute dress she saw at a store with Maureen to Mark as she would to Roger. All in all it baffled him. The light from the flames flickered off the walls and danced on Mimi's cheeks.

"Well you drive me crazy too! Doesn't mean I don't love you though," Mimi giggled and leaned her back up against Roger's chest. She rested her feet in Mark's lap and could hear Roger sigh.

"You put too much thought into things my friend," he said.

"He's our little worrier alright," Mimi gave Mark a cheesy grin.

"You guys mean a lot to me," Mark admitted, feeling all gushy all of a sudden.

"Awwww!" Roger mocked him. Mimi elbowed him before pulling Mark into her and Roger's little heap. She gave him a kiss on the head. He looked up and smiled at her, the glow of the fire lighting up her face. And this time…

…he didn't even mind the kisses.

4. Insides

"Roger?"

"Yeah babe?"

"My insides feel all wiggly," Mimi swayed her hips back and forth slightly, balancing herself on the balls of her feet.

"They feel wiggly?" Roger asked. He was sitting on the couch next to Collins who was inhaling a bowl of frosted mini wheat's like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

"Yeah," Mimi stretched a little and continued swaying. She stomped her foot a little. "It feels funny!"

"You sure Mark didn't swap out the AZT with crazy pills?" Collins lifted his eyebrows slightly at Roger. He smirked.

"If it was switched out with crazy pills it wasn't Mark that did it. He'd be the last one to want to make Mimi crazier then she already is." Mimi placed her hands on her hips and Collins laughed.

"Well pin a rose on your nose Roger Davis! I was going to go sit with you but I'm not so sure now," Mimi went over and planted herself in the chair across the room.

"Ooo burn," Collins laughed.

"Aw come on baby. I was just kidding," he insisted, getting up and going over to her. Mimi tossed her curls over her shoulder and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Your mean!" she snapped.

"Baby!" he whined, crouching down and resting his hands on her knees. He reached over to pat her belly. "Your insides are wiggly then?"

"Yes," she huffed.

"You're not pregnant are you?" Collins asked, tipping the bowl back into his mouth to catch any remnants of milk leftover.

"Collins!" Mimi threw her hair barrette at him.

"What? Just thinking logically Mimi."

"Well I'm definitely not pregnant." Mark came into the room, wiping sleep from his tired eyes.

"Who's pregnant?" he asked groggily.

"Not Mimi apparently. I'd watch out, she's a little on the bitchy side today," Collins ruffled Mimi's hair. She swatted his hand away and he smirked.

"See you guys later."

"Later," Roger repositioned himself on the ground, his elbows now resting on Mimi's knees. Mark sat on the armrest.

"What are you guys looking at each other like that for?"

"Mimi said her insides are wiggly," Roger sighed, just now realizing how ridiculous that sounded coming out of his mouth.

"Maybe we should call Maureen," Mark said. Roger and Mimi exchanged a glance.

"Why?" they asked in unison. He shrugged.

"She seems to be the all mighty holder of knowledge when it comes to…things of this caliber." Those two were too much. He did have to admire Roger for acting so concerned at something so silly. Just because it concerned Mimi.

"Well," he said, ruffling Mimi's hair as well.

"She did eat some of that jell-o…,"