Allie's POV
I let Mark walk me home after the episode at the café. I was as surprised as he was. I was kind of relieved he wasn't upset with me, even thought I had been trying to get him to hate me ever since I found out I was having his child. Having Mark's baby. It was still a shock. I thought Roger would take my mind off all this drama, but being with him only created more.
I think…I think I might have loved Mark. I didn't want to, and I don't like admitting it now, even to myself. Do I still love him? I hope not…I mean, I can't. I mean…oh, I don't know. He was always sweet…but cheating on me? It wasn't something I expected from Mark Cohen, sweet and shy behind his camera. But he came back…why? He just called again, like, out of the blue. I definitely don't want to date him again…as pathetic as it is, I'm into Roger. I've known him for like, two seconds, and now I'm regretting this whole Mark thing. If he was out of the picture…well, he wouldn't be entirely out of the picture I suppose. He lives with Roger.
"You're quiet." Mark startled me.
"I'm just thinking." I assured him, watching the sidewalk pass beneath my feet. "You're not exactly 'Chatty Cathy' either." Mark shrugged and looked at me, staring, trying to read my thoughts.
"Thinking about what?" Mark always has to get right to the point. Sometimes I hate that about him.
"Roger." I said with a nod. I can't ever lie to Mark. His face fell as I said this, and I immediately regretted not lying.
"Oh. So, you like him?" I shrugged.
"I did. He kind of blew up at me a couple days ago, so, I'm a little pissed." Mark seemed to light up when I said this, which worries me.
"Oh, sorry. Do you still see him?" What a strange question. Mark is so weird. Or jealous?
"Yeah, we kind of work together." He raised his eyebrows.
"You work at Nightlife? Don't you think that's dangerous in your…condition?" I feel the need to roll my eyes, and I do. My condition? Come on Mark, say pregnancy.
"Um, what do you mean?" Good Al, play dumb. Get him to say it.
"I mean you're…pregnant," Yes! He can actually say the word. I'm so proud! "So isn't their booze and smoke everywhere? Bad environment for you and the baby…" Marky, Marky, Marky. You just don't get it.
"Mark, I need this job! I'm barely getting enough from these two jobs to support myself, and now I have to support a child? I haven't even been to an audition in a month, just so I can pay my bills! I need this job, so, so badly." He was silent for a while, but he seemed to turn on, like one of those lightbulbs-over-the-head things you see in cartoons.
"Maybe you could move in with me." This was so insane, I had to laugh.
"What?" I was practically snorting!
"Well then, you wouldn't have to worry about the money, and you could be close to Roger…" Oh my god, if I wanted to laugh this hard, I would go see stand-up.
"Why in the hell would I want to be close to Roger?" Mark was blushing! Oh man, I'm kind of feeling bad for him. He's being so sweet!
"You said you liked him…" Ha! That ass?
"I did. We had a good date, great sex," Mark cringed as I said this, "sorry, but that was all! I mean, he seemed cool, all bad ass rocker, but…he's kinda dramatic. And insecure. I can't deal with that. I don't need Roger." He shrugged. Maybe he was getting my point.
"But, Benny let's us live for free, and we have so much room," Wait a second…did he say?
"What did you say?" I stopped him in the middle of the sidewalk.
"We have a lot of room?" I slapped him on the arm, lightly of course. "Ow!" Maybe not lightly.
"Before that! The 'living free' thing." Mark nodded.
"Yeah, Benny lets us live for free. We've known him forever and…" Oh, I don't need the life story!
"You have an extra room, like, I won't have to share?" He shook his head. I'm dancing inside. For free? That would be amazing…and I'd have help…and Mark would be there for the baby…it would be kind of an awkward living arrangement, but we could work it out, right?
"Are you saying you want to move in?" I had to think for a little while. So I shrugged, and I brought my hand to my chin playfully.
"Well, if you live for free…" Mark jumped up and yelled loudly, giving me a huge hug. He's not gonna…too late. Mark kissed me. And I kissed him back. Why? I don't know. We broke apart after like, 20 seconds? Ooh, that's kind of a long kiss for someone I'm just supposed to be friends with. Luckily, my building is like, super close.
"Um, I gotta go…" I said, pointing my thumb towards the building. He nodded.
"Right. Um, should I walk you up?" I laughed nervously.
"No, I think I can find my loft." Why did he have to kiss me? Now I'm all shaky and nervous around him. I hope he understands nothing can happen between us. "Um, Mark?" He looked up at me, that whole staring into my eyes thing again.
"Yeah?" I sighed. This is sad to say.
"I hope you don't expect us to…to date again." He looked away. "I mean, if I'm moving in, we just…can't go there." He nodded and smiled.
"You're right…I don't know what I was thinking." He scratched his head and shivered a little. "Well, I suppose I should go. I'll call ok?" I nodded and waved.
"G'night Mark."
"Goodnight."
A/N: Hey my darling dearest readers! Oh how I love thee! Ok, so totally irrelevant, but I'm watching School of Rock right now, how many of you knew the amazingly talented Adam Pascal was in this? Yes...you can recognize his voice in the beginning definitely, but you have to really look to see him...he's all 5 o'clock shadow and a mullet...scary...I'm waiting for the end, where he's cute again! I know it's sad, since he's like, 20 years older than me, and married with 2 kids, but I love him! I'm pathetic...anyways,interesting chapter...I must say this is not one of my best stories, and I apologize. It's kind of all thrown together, but I need to get past all this stuff. Plus, as weird as it is to add a random POV chapter, but I needed everyone to know Allie's thoughts. Anyways, love you if you review, or just love you if you like it!
