Thank you, thank you, thank you for the reviews! XD Sorry again to Angel-fans. :( I know you're upset with me; I'll make it up to you somehow. Okay, you're not upset… you hate me. Ah, well.

BTW: Hope you liked Benny's little visit last chappie, I don't think he'll be showing up anymore in the story though, plot doesn't really include him. I'm already thinking of another story though… and he's definitely in that one. LOL. XD

Waitresses in Life in this chappie are dedicated to Softbelles people. :) Sorry if I couldn't mention everyone! Love you Softbelles. XD

Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson is the man, I need not say more.

(Mimi's POV)

Mark and Roger's loft: October 10, 1992, 7 pm, Eastern Standard Time

I can't believe two years went by so fast. Collins still hasn't come back from Santa Fe. According to him, he's not quite ready to go back to New York and remember everything. Angel's death bothered him too much.

Maureen and Joanne have been going on strong for two years, and so have Roger and I. Mark's not actually in a relationship right now, well, at least if you don't consider work as something you can say vows to. If you could, I bet Mark would've married his work ages ago.

After finishing his documentary about Angel 15 months ago, a filming agency offered him a job as a director of this new movie, which, he wouldn't tell us what it was about.

Roger's been touring a lot with his band, and they've gotten pretty known. You may think that were now living in a mansion of some sort, but Roger's 3 year starting contract only gives him about 1/10 of earnings. That's not a lot. Besides, he's told me that he could never leave the loft and find someplace better anyway.

I, on the other hand, have been working 4 days a week at the Life, 4 hours a day, making 5 dollars an hour. So I'm bringing in about 320 dollars in a month. That's not bad for someone who's supporting herself through college. Yes, I'm back in med school. Roger would hear no word of waiting another year, so that's where all his earnings really go. I haven't done enough to thank him yet.

Hey, Med school's hard.

"Crap, I forgot to write my paper," I muttered to myself, opening the door of the loft with the key that Roger had given me. I practically lived there these days.

No one greeted me when I entered, since the loft was empty, as usual. Why wouldn't it be with a film maker who's married his work and a rock star who has a gig almost every night?

I sighed and dropped my bag by the couch. I tied my hair in a half ponytail, like I always did when I studied. Then I got out my pen and a stack of bond papers I have conveniently in my bag, and began to work on a paper which I had due tomorrow.

Torturing minutes dragged on endlessly. I secretly wished Roger were there to distract me.

"Meems," I heard a voice from the doorway.

As if an answer to my prayers, I looked up and saw Roger leaning coolly against the wall. He had his rock star outfit on, which he always complained was tight and itchy. But when I told him I was rather fond of his black leather pants, he wouldn't take them off.

"Gosh Rog, you scared me! How long have you been there?" I smiled.

"For a little while. I just like watching you study. It's cute," he teased.

I dropped my pen and stood up with my hands on my hips.

"Why are you home early?" I asked, tapping my foot on the ground jokingly.

"Ouch. That's how it is now?" Roger asked, coming forward and dropping his blue electric guitar on the couch. "I thought you would be happy."

I didn't want to admit that I was. "Not if you interrupt me when I study."

"Oh?" Roger raised an eyebrow.

"Fine then, I'll just go inside my room and leave you alone," Roger said, walking away toward his room.

"Roger Davis, you confuse me," I started. "When I don't have anything to do and I worry my hair strands gray of wondering where you are, you come home after midnight. And when I'm here doing my work, that's when you show up. Great timing, pretty boy."

Roger slammed the door shut in my face. I smiled and walked toward the door, waiting for him to come out. It was just our habit to have these petty fights.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1.

The door burst open and Roger picked me up and kissed my tenderly on the lips. I brought my hands around his neck and started running my fingers through his unruly hair, which I loved so much.

"God, I've missed you," he panted, looking into my eyes. "When did we last see each other?"

"This morning," I laughed, kissing him again.

Roger brought me in his room and was about to shut the door when…

"And here we have Mimi Marquez and Roger Davis who, after slipping in sewer water, have been dating for 2 years. Yet, Roger hasn't gotten her in bed yet."

"For Christ's sake, COHEN!" Roger boomed, coming back out of the room.

"I was about to!" he cried, giving Mark his piercing eyes.

Mark lowered his camera and shook his head, "I guess I'm just meant to ruin it for you."

"Like shit," Roger mumbled. "How many times is it now?"

"6, if you count now, 7." Mark sneered.

"You're counting? Bloody son of a…" Roger stopped when I raised an eyebrow.

"Now I guess you don't want to," he said, almost hoping that that I still wanted to.

"Nope," I said, jumping down from his arms.

I sat down mockingly on the couch and began writing my paper again.

"I did, but the moment's gone."

"Camera's a big turn off," I added, winking at Mark.

"Mark Cohen you SON OF A…" Roger grabbed his heavier guitar from the couch and chased Mark out of the loft, in attempt to bash the instrument on his roommate's head.

"HOLY, ROGER!" Mark yelled, running away as fast as he could.

"You can't ever get someone like Mimi into bed! She's a good girl!" Mark tried to reason.

I just laughed and focused my attention back on the paper and pen I had laid out. I brought my heavy physiology volume from my bag and turned it to my desired chapter.

Roger came in a few minutes later and Mark followed, nursing his arm. I saw him muttering stuff but wouldn't dare let Roger hear. I gave him a sorry look, now wishing that I had just pleased Roger.

"Well I took care of that," Roger rubbed his hands together and sat down next to me.

"No one's going to be preventing anything in the future, eh, Mark?" Roger cast piercing eyes at Mark.

Mark shook his head obediently and sat down at the kitchen table with an ice pack over his upper arm. Roger flashed a triumphant smile in my direction and I answered by rolling my eyes.

"Hey look, messages," Mark said, pressing a button on the cheap answering machine.

SSSPPPEEEAAAKKK.

Yo bitches, Collins here. Just wanted to check on you guys, it's been weeks since I spoke with one of you. Crap, Rog! A band? Come on, did I have to be the last to know? Congrats, man, don't forget us little people when you make it big, eh! Meems, med school… wish I could think of something to say to help you there.

I snickered.

Hey Mark, how's the wife? Haha, just kidding man.

Mark looked up and stuck his tongue out at the machine.

I'll call back soon; I'm dying to talk to one of you. I'm even thinking of coming home for Christmas. Later.

toot

"There's another one," Mark announced.

SSSPPPEEEAAAKKK.

Hey guys, it's Joanne.

And Maureen! A far away voice declared.

Baby, can you not? Ugh, and Maureen. I could practically see Joanne's rolling eyes.

Anyway, I know it's short notice but something important just came up and… We want to meet up at the Life Café tonight at around 8? Can you make it? Just call us if you can't. Rog, we know you're busy with your band, Mark with your wife…

Roger burst out laughing. Mark made a wtf? look.

And Mimi with your school work, but this is really important. Okay, see you… we hope.

toot

"It's 7:30," Roger said coolly. "Bathroom's mine."

Ignoring Mark's protests, Roger got up and shut the door to the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and decided to change in Roger's bedroom and skip the shower since I was feeling lazy. Hey, my place didn't have a decent bathroom anyway and I smelled okay.

I inserted my half finished report in my book and stuffed it in my bag. I ran as quickly as I could downstairs, grabbing a black strappy spag, a short pink skirt, my boots and my favorite leopard skin coat, and ran back to the loft.

Mark eyed me weirdly as I crept into Roger's bedroom.

"Shhh!" I put a finger up to my lips, before closing the door.

I quickly stripped and tried to pull on my clothes, but I was having a hard time untangling the laces of my top, so I took quite a long time. Mark was already banging on the bathroom door and yelling at Roger and I heard the shower close.

"You take as long in the shower as a woman, Rog," I heard Mark tease.

"Oh crap, sorry babe," Roger had walked in on me still in my underwear.

"Chill, Rog," I laughed, leaving my laces be and pulling on my skirt.

Roger still hadn't moved from the doorway.

"Come in," I said, urging him forward.

"Hmm, what I'd do to deserve this?" Roger asked, sitting beside me and bringing his hands around my waist. His hair was still dripping and it was creating a cute little puddle on the floor.

"Rog, we've been together for two years. I think that entitles you to seeing me in my underwear," I laughed, moving forward and running my hands through his wet hair.

Roger smirked. "Mark didn't let me blow dry."

"Are you going to stay in here?" Roger asked, seeing that I had made myself comfortable on his bed.

"Yes, problem?" I asked seductively.

"No, none at all," Roger grinned. "I just hope you know that I haven't got anything on under…"

"Yes, yes, I know," I laughed, turning around on his bed to give him little privacy. "Go on."

"Oh, and wear that khaki colored polo, you look hott in that."

The Life Café: 8:30 pm, Eastern Standard Time

"Orders, loves?" a waitress in a pink apron and eye blinding blue boots walked up to the table.

"Oh hello Mimi," she said, when she saw me sitting pretty with Roger's arm draped around me.

"Hey Kamille," I answered, smiling.

"3 miso soups, 2 tofu dogs and 1 jumbo plate pasta," Joanne said.

"Is that all?" Kamille asked, blowing a huge gum bubble and popping it back inside her mouth.

"Kam, can you thank Ly and Celine again for taking my shifts today?" I asked in my sweetest voice.

"Sure, honey," Kam said, walking off in her sparkly blue boots.

Food arrived in minutes, seeing as the chef knew me and so he took priority in cooking our food. Everyone dug in immediately, while chatting nonstop.

"So Collins is the only one missing," Maureen said sadly, obviously missing the man.

"He said he might be coming home for Christmas," Mark said, twirling some spaghetti on his fork.

"Oh, perfect!" Joanne said without thinking. "We can have it earlier then."

"Have what earlier?" I asked, eyeing the couple.

We all watched Joanne grip Maureen's tightly and sit there with broadly grinning faces. Thouh I swore I saw a trace of nervousness and distress in Maureen's eyes, I shook it off.

"Well guys…" Joanne started.

"Were getting married during Christmas time," Joanne said, looking at Maureen and grinning widely.

"WHAT?" the three of us said at the same time.

"You're getting married?" we asked in chorus again.

"They're getting married!" we said to each other.

Hugging and kissing and congratulations took place. I even saw Mark go over to the couple and give them both his best wishes. It's a good thing Mark got over him and Maureen ages ago. But something in me still believes that he still loves her. And she the same way.

"5 beers!" Maureen called.

"Whoa, wait I ain't…" I stopped when I saw Maureen and Joanne's faces.

"If were celebrating, I guess one glass won't hurt," I said, grinning.

"I'll finally get you drunk, Meems," Roger whispered slyly.

"It's one glass, Rog. What can happen?"

Well apparently, my time off the beer and drugs had affected my vice-immune system. After finishing only ¾ of my glass of beer, I was dropping and moaning like a sack of oranges. Though no one knew it, I was vomiting a little every time I took a swig.

"Meems, you okay?" Roger asked, seeing my droopy eyes.

"Fine, baby," I replied groggily, laying my head on his shoulder.

"No you're not fine," Roger said, lifting my chin and looking at me.

"How many glasses did you drink?" he asked, feeling my neck.

"Three fourths of one," I snorted.

"Okay, were getting you out of here."

Before I knew it, Roger had said apologies to Maureen and Joanne, and the couple said that it was no problem. The gang decided to split up already, since it was getting kind of late. Roger cradled me in his arms again and brought me home as fast as he could, Mark trailing along behind and trying to catch up with Roger's strides.

"Rog, Mimi's place is this way," I heard Mark say.

Roger, who was apparently going up, answered, "I can't take care of her there."

Next thing I knew, I was being laid down on Roger's bed – which was actually a worn out mattress on an iron bed frame. I heard him shut the door and bustle about. I watched his silhouette remove his puke-stained polo (compliments of me) and throw it aside.

I felt the bed creak as Roger slipped in the sheets, without a top.

"Rog?" my voice cracked.

"Shhh, baby. Sleep," he said, bringing the blanket up to my neck.

I felt Roger's bare front against my back, and his arm slip slowly around me, as if protecting me from any harm. I smiled.

"Maybe I should get drunk every night," I said.

"Don't!" Roger cried instinctively. "It's not good for you."

"No, I mean Rog… So we can do this every night," I reassured.

"Oh," Roger laughed quietly. "Then why don't you?"

"Get drunk every night?"

"No, I mean… Move in with me," he said.

I turned my head to face him in the dark, expecting to see a joking face, but his expression was serious and solemn. I kissed him quick on the lips before turning back around. I knew that he knew I meant okay.

"Do it tomorrow morning," he said, running a finger lovingly down my back.

"Hmmm, okay," I said, and drifted off to sleep.

(Narrator's POV)

Mark and Roger's loft: October 11, 1992, 11 am, Eastern Standard Time

Mimi awoke the next morning to find the bed empty, and sunlight pouring through her window. With a yawn and a stretch, she kicked off the sheets and staggered clumsily toward the bedroom door. Her head hurt insanely and she needed an aspirin. Unsuccessfully being able to get to the door without stumbling, she sat back down in bed and laid her head on the pillow.

A few minutes later, Roger came in, already in his "work attire," and sat down on the bed.

"Hey baby, you awake?" he asked softly, running his fingers along her hair.

Mimi turned over and looked up at him with drooping eyes.

"Morning," she said.

"Morning," Roger answered with a smile.

"I brought you an aspirin, and made you breakfast," he said, gesturing towards a tray on the bed.

It was heavy laden with breakfast foods, eggs, hotdogs, pieces of toast, orange juice, and sure enough, an aspirin tablet. There was even small container of grape jelly, which Roger knew she loved. Mimi remembered Angel when she saw this, it was her favorite too.

Mimi, smelling the delicious aroma, sat up and planted a big wet kiss on her boyfriend's lips. He sat there, stunned.

"Wow," he said.

Mimi laughed and choked down her aspirin tablet with some juice. Then, she began eating ravenously, the dishes Roger had prepared for her.

"Baby, I packed all your stuff in the boxes this morning and all you have to do is find a place for them in the loft," Roger said, staring at her eat.

"It won't be easy," he smiled.

Mimi just nodded, toast and egg in her mouth. Luckily, she didn't have any classes today.

"Mark's not around, he left at like 7 am. At least you won't have to worry about him," Roger said.

"Are you leaving?" Mimi asked with heartrending eyes.

"Yeah," Roger answered with a sigh. "Sorry."

"I'm gonna be lonely," she said, kneading her hands into Roger's chest as if tempting him not to leave. She put on her irresistible look.

"Baby, I really have to go," Roger said, touching Mimi's face. "But you won't be alone."

"Is Maureen coming over?" Mimi asked, unsure of what he meant.

"No, she's not," the musician laughed. "I got you a present."

He blew into his fingers and made a shrill whistling sound. In seconds, a cute brown-black haired Yorkshire terrier came bounding through the door. In one leap, he got up on the bed and started licking Roger's hand profusely.

Mimi dropped her spoon.

"Oh my God! He's so cute!" she cried, stealing the puppy away from Roger.

"It's a she," he corrected, grinning.

Mimi rubbed the puppy's head and it scratched mildly at her leg affectionately. Then, it started sniffing around the breakfast food on the tray. She ignored everything except the grape jelly, which she started licking.

Mimi didn't mind.

"I think she'll keep you occupied," Roger said.

"You have to think of a name though," he added.

They both watched as the puppy intelligently got the jelly out of the container and started licking it up in parts. Roger and Mimi just laughed.

Mimi spent the rest of her day unpacking her junk and finding a place for them in the loft. With all Roger and Mark's junk laying about, it was quite difficult. Roger was right on that, and on the fact that Mimi's brand new puppy did keep her busy.

She was a very affectionate, curious dog, who would go exploring all around her new home and leave presents for Mimi all over the floor. But all in all, Mimi loved her. Strange as it seemed, the dog reminded her of her best friend, Angel.

"Finished! Good job, eh?" Mimi declared, sprawling herself on the couch beside her puppy.

"And you didn't make it easier," Mimi cooed, tousling the puppy's hair.

"How about some grape jelly to celebrate?" she asked, getting up and looking for another cup of her favorite dessert.

The puppy barked and stood up on its hind legs, wagging its tail like mad. Mimi laughed and brought down two containers of grape jelly. One for her, and one for her new friend. She laid it on the floor and the puppy jumped down immediately and began to lick it.

Mimi enjoyed her dessert while finishing the paper she had due for class tomorrow. After 30 minutes or so, a finished report and 4 more containers of grape jelly (puppy ate 2), Roger came bounding through the door, looking tired.

"Hey baby," he smiled.

Mimi ran immediately into his arms and kissed him. The puppy joined in by licking Roger's foot.

"You've got competition," he joked, looking down at the puppy.

"Have you thought of a name?" he asked, walking in and dropping everything on the couch.

"Yup. Gelly," Mimi said, smiling.

"I can see why," Roger laughed, eyeing the pile of grape jelly containers.

"Gelly with a G, Rog," Mimi added, hoping he would get the hint.

"Oh," Roger smiled at Mimi. He got the significance of the name. She wrapped her arms around him and sighed loudly.

"I miss her so much, Rog," Mimi said, referring to her best friend.

"I do too, baby," he said, kissing her head. "I do too."

He kissed her on the lips for the longest time, only to be interrupted by Gelly's barks. The couple watched as the dog intelligently pointed its snout toward the bedroom.

"That dog is hella smart," Roger commented, looking into Mimi's eyes. "Should we follow it?"

"I think we should probably do what she says, Rog," Mimi answered, smiling.

And so Roger carried Mimi into his bedroom, following Gelly's orders. Not once did Roger ever regret that he had bought that dog.

"Hey Meems, Rog…"

But Roger shut and locked the door on Mark before he could ruin any more moments.

A/N: Wanna see how Gelly looks like? Go to google and search yorkshire terrier puppies, scroll to the bottom of the page... on the last line: the 3rd pic from the right. She looks like that, but the onewith a bow. :) I just love Yorkshire terriers! XD Don't you?

Poll: Is my way of reincarnating Angel okay?

a. Yup, I feel good that a part of Angel is in this thing again.

b. It's okay, but I'm not satisfied.

c. NO. I hate it. I hate you for killing Angel.

Poll 2: Is Gelly a good name for this dog?

a. Yes

b. No

c. Maybe

Answer through reviews, foos! And suggest some names if you don't like it. XD