Chapter Two
Not too long after Angel's death I decided to move in with Mark and Roger. I'm not sure why, but it just felt right. Angel was one of my best friends, and after we lost her everything changed. Maureen and Joanne got back together and after almost dying I moved in with Mark and Roger.
I remember the fist day I started to move my stuff into the loft. Mark, Roger, and I were walking up the stairs with boxes of my stuff. I was carrying a box full of clothes, so was Roger, and Mark was oh so conveniently carrying a box of outfits that I wore to the Cat Scratch Club.
While we were walking up the stairs Mark suddenly tripped and dropped the box. From the moment the box slipped from his grasp things started falling out immediately. Now Roger, who was behind Mark stopped as the boots, fishnets, and other high heeled shoes tumbled down the stairs and a thong landed right on his face. Mark and I began laughing profusely, but Roger just took the thong off his face with an expression that said, "you should wear this more often."
Eventually we got all my stuff into the loft with very few more incidents, and Roger and I spent the rest of the night talking while Mark filmed everything that caught his eye.
"So you want to go put that on for me?" Roger asked raising his eyebrows suggestively and nodding toward my bedroom door.
"You wish," I said moving closer to him and putting my head on his shoulder. Mark walked around the back of the couch with his camera and began circling around us.
"Close in on Mimi and Roger," he began. "Roger has been spending all his time trying to get Mimi into a sexy outfit that fell on his face earlier today. Guess what, it's not working." Roger just looked at Mark. He was about to say something when the phone rang and after two rings the answering machine clicked on.
"Speeeaaak," it said, and to this very moment the deep voices of the two friends still rings in my ears.
"Guys its Collins. Throw down the key."
Roger got up, grabbed the keys, and walked onto the fire escape.
"Hey man how ya doin'?" He asked kindly, looking down at Collins.
"I'm all right, but I'll be better once you throw down the damn keys so I can get out of the cold."
Roger threw Collins the keys and took his place on the small beat up couch next to me. A few minutes later Collins came into the loft.
"Fuck it's cold outside."
"Well it is the fall." Mark pointed out.
"Thank you captain obvious," Roger said, and when Mark glared at him he just smiled.
"I love the fall," I said bringing my knees close to me and leaning against Roger's chest.
"Really?" Roger asked, almost in disbelief. "I hate it. Everything dies."