Mark was straightening the disarrayed apartment when Allie knocked on his door. He picked up a dirty shirt and flung it into Roger's bedroom before answering the door.

"Allie!" He cried as she stood there, nervous, confused, and her arms crossed over her stomach. "Come in, please." She took off her heavy coat but quickly crossed her arms again, and stood and stared at Mark. "Let's sit."

"Sure." She sat uncomfortably on the lumpy, disheveled couch, watching him. "Um, why did you want to talk?" Mark looked down and fumbled nervously with his hands.

"I'm not expecting anything of you, I just want you to hear me out. I-I, when I left that morning, I was leaving to someone else." Allie's temper rose, but she remained seated. "Her name was Maureen-is-Maureen. But, she dumped me. She dumped me for another woman." He was obviously distraught over this, but Allie felt an impeccable urge to laugh. "I know it's probably weird to hear this, but I want to get it out, and I was hoping we could be friends." Allie shook her head.

"I don't think so." Mark was dumbfounded.

"Why not? I know I hurt you…"

"No, that's not it. I should probably tell you something." Mark waited, but Allie said nothing.

"What do you need to tell me?" Allie stood up.

"Never mind. I need to go." Mark followed her and softly touched her arm.

"What do you need to tell me?" He repeated quietly. She shook her arm free.

"I'm pregnant ok? With your child." Mark was dumbfounded.

"What?"

"You heard me!"

"I-I know…I just can't believe it…"

"Well believe it, because, it's real. And I'm…I'm going now." She turned towards the door, but Mark stopped her yet again.

"Don't, please." She turned back to him, her eyes spilling over with tears. Mark smiled and wiped the tears off her face. She slapped his hand away and stepped back from Mark.

"What? I-I don't understand why you're being like this…" Allie laughed nervously.

"You don't know? Mark, you left me for someone else, and now, because she's left you for another woman, you think we can just start over? I don't care if you are the father of my unborn child, you and I…it's just not there." She grabbed her coat and walked out the door, hoping Mark would give up. But he didn't, and followed her down the stairs.

"Allie, come on! You can't just forget about us, what about the baby?" Allie's face flushed red as Mark's words echoed in the hallway.

"Goodbye, Mark." She hurried out the building and onto the sidewalk, where she ran straight into the longhaired rocker. Her purse fell and spilled all it's contents.

"Allie?" He asked, bending down to help pick up her things.

"Roger!" She blushed and stood up. "What a coincidence…um, I was just…"

"Coming out of my apartment building." Allie's eyes widened.

"You live here?" He nodded, handing her wallet to her. She placed it in her purse and smiled. "I was just dealing with…ghosts of the past." She replied lamely, not wanting to let on about Mark and the baby. Roger shrugged.

"That sucks. Sorry. So, did you get my message?" Allie nodded.

"Yeah, um, I'd love to go out. What were you thinking of?" He ran his hand through his unkempt hair.

"Well, usually I'd suggest the Life Café…"Allie shook her head.

"Uh, no thanks. After watching all the food being cooked, well…I don't think I could ever eat there." Roger laughed. Cute laugh, thought Allie.

"Do you dance?" He suggested, grinning evilly. Allie placed her hand on her chest in mock surprise.

"Yes, actually. Do you?"

"Well, it's one of my hidden talents." Allie placed her purse on her shoulder.

"Then dancing it is. Um, tomorrow?" He nodded.

"How about the Streetlight at 9?"

"Sounds great! See you then." She gave him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. "Bye, Roger."

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"Wow." Roger mumbled, walking slowly up the stairs and thinking of Allie. He opened the door to find Mark, with his head in his hands and 3 empty beer bottles on the table in front of him and he was halfway through his fourth.

"Mark, what the hell?" Mark looked up to see Roger, standing in front of the open door.

"Oh, Roger, hey. Um, I'm gonna go to bed." Roger raised his eyebrows and closed the door.

"Uh, why not tell me what drove you to drinking? You never drink." Mark sighed. He couldn't hide anything from his roommate and best friend.

"I'm gonna have a kid."

"WHAT?" Mark nodded. "But who? Maureen?"

"No, an ex. You never met her, it wasn't long lasting. In fact I was kinda…with Maureen at the same time." Roger comprehended this.

"Ok, so you cheated on some girl, and got her pregnant?" Mark sighed.

"Yep."

"Oh boy," Roger replied, hanging up his coat on the makeshift hanger, "maybe you should go to bed." Mark nodded and chuckled a little before heading into his bedroom. Roger shook his head and grabbed himself a beer.

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Author's Note: Chapter 2! What do you think? If you are wondering why Roger didn't ask for her name, or Mark didn't tell her, is because, well, Roger doesn't really care. As sad as that is…he doesn't. Well, like he cares about Mark, he just doesn't care who the girl is. Plus, he'll find out later, with some bigger drama.