Short ones today. The first one silly Mimi/Mark (you can totally blame ControlledChaos--j/k thank you for yesterdays review, it made me happy) the second one kinda Roger/Mimi angsty drabble. I promise promise promise that at least one of the next two will contain some good ol Mimi/Roger fluff ;-) Enjoy!

Dru

Prompt 97. Writers Choice: Jump

A midday breeze fluttered in through the open window. Roger always scolded Mark for forgetting to close the window at night. It froze all three of them to death. But during the day, the gentle, cool breeze was definitely welcoming. Especially if you had the sudden urge to jump up and down on your friends' bed. Which is exactly what Mimi had. The sudden urge to jump up and down on Mark's bed.

She stood up on the lumpy, uneven mattress and began to jump. She hopped once, to get her footing and re-remember how to jump on a bed then giggled before jumping again, this time longer and higher. Mimi loved the tiny spark of adrenaline, the easy tickle she got in her belly. She knew it would be short lived though. Sure enough, only a few seconds later, Mark walked into his room, his attention on his camera until he spotted Mimi. She quickly sat down, her legs tucked underneath her, trying to hide what she had been doing. Mark saw right through her.

"Mimi?" he questioned in that sing-song, 'I caught you in the act' sort of voice.

"Yes?" Mimi panted giving him an innocent grin.

"What in the hell are you doing?" Mimi tried to think of something that would make sense.

"Uh…," she started. "I was jumpin'."

"On my bed?"

"Uh-huh," Mimi nodded, not able to get rid of the silly grin the jumping had caused. It was contagious and Mark couldn't stop a laugh from escaping. Mimi giggled too and he sighed.

"Jump with me?" she asked, standing back up on his mattress.

"Oh no, get down from there girly," Mark held his hand out to Mimi. Instead of taking it to get down, she took it to pull Mark up on the bed next to her. He didn't fight her but mustered up a tired groan anyway.

"We're going to break my bed," he growled through gritted teeth.

"Come on!" Mimi took Mark's hands in hers and started to jump again. Mark felt the bed dip then spring back up with every jump and before he knew what he was doing he was jumping with her. 10 minutes passed before their legs grew wobbly and they were fully out of breath. They collapsed onto the bed and started laughing with what air they had left.

"Fun…huh?" Mimi panted heavily. Mark leaned back up against his pillow, taking easy gulps of air. He managed to nod.

"Fun."

Mimi smiled, wondering if the reason she had given up on bed-jumping in the first place was because, it wasn't half as fun doing it without your buddy.

Prompt 16. Purple

There was a bruise just inside Roger's wrist. It burned but was beginning to fade. Every time he looked at it, he felt like crying. Or throwing up.

It wasn't necessarily the bruise that bothered him. It wasn't even how he got it but who had given it to him that threatened unshed tears to cascade down his cheeks. Mimi. His girl. His baby.

It was becoming harder and harder to deal with the withdrawals. The shaking, the panting, the low wails and the screams that if he really loved her he wouldn't be doing this. Roger would pull Mimi close, rocking her back and forth as she fought as hard as she could against him. She got away from him one night, just for a split second. As he went to grab her, she grabbed him first. Her grip was tight. He had taught her to be a fighter. Roger was able to yank away from her, the bruise beginning to show up almost right after. Ringlets of a dark color. A color of irony. Because it was Mimi's favorite.

Roger wouldn't ever be able to see the color purple in the same light again…