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Back at Mimi's apartment, the young dancer slept soundly next to her lover. She stirred slightly, waking Roger up. His eyelids tightened, then eased and finally opened. He blinked a bit, forgetting where he was. He took one look around the room and remembered he was at Mimi's apartment.
He stretched his arms, trying to not hit Mimi, moving a bit in her sleep. He pushed himself up from the sofa and sat upright. He pressed his hand to his head. He didn't feel so hot, but he knew what it was from.
The dream
He had had a nightmare. Mimi was sick- dying- and in the hospital. "Please Roger… don't leave me…" she said softly. She was pale and thin, and Roger hated to see he like that. She clung onto him, not letting go an inch. "Mimi- I'm not leaving- you are." He managed to get out. It had hurt him to say that. The dream was basically Mimi- finally dying from her illness.
Just then, she began to move, this time, not in her sleep. She let out a breath of air, and then inhaled deeply. SHE felt around and took hold of Roger's hand. Roger froze. HE couldn't let Mimi know of his dream. It would kill her.
Mimi looked up at him, her brown eyes searching his face. Roger couldn't read the expression on her face. "Something wrong?" Mimi asked. Roger shook his head, trying to look as tired as possible. Mimi eyed him suspiciously, her eyes gently searching his. She then stood up off the couch and looked at the clock.
"Oh my God!" Mimi exclaimed. "What now?" Roger asked grumpily. Mimi whirled around. "It's two o'clock!" she retorted. "So?" the ex-junkie said lazily. Mimi rolled her eyes. "We're supposed to be meeting the others in four hours." She said dumbly.
"Oh yeah," Roger said, rubbing his eyes. He stood up and walked to Mimi's bedroom to change.
Maureen rummaged through her closet, looking for the perfect outfit to go meet the gang. It was also her first time posing as Mark's girlfriend. She cursed when an outfit that she thought had looked good, but then didn't, passed her mind. She then came across something she really liked.
It was a tight red spaghetti strap shirt. She then picked out a tight, black skirt that hung to right above her knees. She put on thick, black sandals, and put her black leather jacket on. She examined herself in the mirror and grinned seductively. She turned off the lights and waltzed out the door and to Mark's apartment.
She looked at her watch and knocked on the door. She licked her lips patiently and a few seconds later, Mark opened the door. "Oh, hi Maureen." He said, caught of guard a bit. "I thought you would've been at least a little bit late." He said. Maureen didn't mind his small comment, but just glided past him and into his loft. SHE closed the door and faced him.
He was only half-dressed, wearing his blue jeans and sneakers, but he only wore a white tank top, probably an undershirt, over his upper body. Maureen could easily tell that Mark was slightly nervous about Maureen's sexy attire.
"Maureen- I thought- maybe you, um…" Mark said, trying not to stare at her lower body. Maureen came close to him and put a finger to his lips. "Mark, calm down. It's not real; you have nothing to worry about. Nothing's gonna happen." She stated simply. "But," she added. "You have to kiss me at least once, and at least try, to act like my boyfriend. Joanne is still coming, and this is one of my only chances to get her back." Maureen explained.
Mark nodded in agreement. "Um… okay…' he started, but then, Maureen took hold of Mark's hand and squeezed it slightly. "Pookie." He added on, getting the memo.
"So… we still have to wait for the others…" Maureen said, her curved smile turning into a thin, seductive one. "Well, I have to go put on a shirt." He said, gesturing to his bedroom. Maureen nodded and sat down on the sofa.
A few minutes later, Mark came out of the bedroom, a flannel shirt on and wearing a black jacket. Maureen smiled as he came into her vision. Though on anybody else, those clothes would be geeky, Mark could really pull the look off. HE looked so adorable in those clothes, his glasses made him look so shy and adorable, and cute…
Maureen stopped at the thought. She should definitely not be thinking about Mark this way. Though to Maureen… it was true. She giggled and Mark raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What was that for?" he asked. "Noting." Maureen stifled another giggle.
Mark took a good look around the loft, as if she had never been there before. "It hasn't changed much." Mark said, noticing she was examining his apartment. He took a spot on the sofa beside his ex.
His ex…
Mark put a sad, lonely expression on his face without realizing it. He stared at the carpet, remembering all the fun they had together, when Maureen had first told him how adorable he was to her, and how flustered he had been and thought she was talking to someone else. Maureen had then set a date up for the two, and by he end of the date, they were in they were both making out on Mark's couch. Nothing else had happened. Mark said he hadn't been ready quite yet, and Maureen had been nice enough to understand.
His memories had been interrupted by Maureen's voice. "Mark?" she asked, placing a hand on his knee. Mark's head shot up and Maureen pulled back a bit, mainly because they were only inches apart. "Yeah?" he answered. "Something wrong sweetie?" she said, placing a hand on his cheek. Mark hid the tingling and happy sensation that he felt
"No…I-I'm fine, thanks." He said, taking her hand and placing it on her lap. Maureen scooted a bit closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. She licked her lip uncertainly, but let her eyes roam around the room. Mark stiffened his body as Maureen playfully let two fingers run up his chest. He looked away and smiled to himself. He felt like grabbing her and kissing her passionately, confessing his strong feelings for her. Instead, he merely turned to face he.
His head turned to look down at her and he took her two fingers in his hand. She raised her head to look at him, and her eyes drowned in his. Mark melted in her loving gaze and without realizing it, felt his face moving closer to hers, and vice versa. Their faces were about half an inch apart when…
There was a knock on the door.
Maureen blinked and looked flustered. She noticed Mark was also blushing. "I'd better get that." He said quickly, stumbling up. He made his way to the door, but a thought crossed both Mark and Maureen's minds.
What had just happened? Were they both about to kiss each other, because they wanted to? Were they truly falling for each other? Both of them shook the thought out of their mind, hoping to get through the night.
Maureen's gaze followed Mark as he walked over to the door, and strangely, though she didn't deny it, a warm feeling began to grow in the pit of her stomach.