The other line rang twice before the machine picked up.
"SPEAK."
"Oh wow, that message is getting so annoying! One of the first things I am going to do when I get there is change that idiotic message! Yes, I said idiotic, just in case there are any kids with supersonic hearing nearby…I don't like to swear in front of those damned kids…Anyways, I need help with my stuff. I know I said I didn't but-" The machine cut her off, so she hung up and dialed again.
"SPEAK."
"I really do, sorry, the machine cut me off. I have too much stuff…and it's not even all boxed yet! So if one of you, or both, could come and help, I would worship the ground you walk on for at least a minute. I don't want to beg, but please, please, PLEASE! Please? Ok thanks, you rock!"
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Mark was walking up the stairs, or rather struggling under several heavy boxes, trying to make his way towards his loft.
"Ho, Mark!" Called Benny, leaning over the banister. Mark nodded and continued slowly creeping up the stairs. "What are you doing?"
"Uh, helping…a friend…move…in." Benny nodded, and scampered down the stairs to help out Mark.
"Oh, cool! Who?" Mark caught his breath, and continued up the stairs next to Benny.
"Um, her name's Allie…Sutherland."
"Hey! My girlfriend's name is Ally, too!" He thought for a second and frowned. "I don't remember leasing an apartment to an Allie Sutherland."
"Oh…no, she's moving in with us." Mark replied, taking a break at the top of the stairs.
"She's moving in with us?" Mark laughed.
"Uh, no, you don't live with us anymore, Ben. I thought you moved in with Amy."
"Ally." He corrected. Mark shrugged. "I don't believe you can just let people move in with you like that. You have to at least warn me." Wow, where'd cheerful Benny go? He was so peppy a minute ago. Mark shrugged again.
"I didn't think you'd care. You didn't when Maureen moved in." Benny sighed and looked around.
"I have responsibilities now, Mark. Something you might not be able to comprehend. I'm going to go talk to my Ally about this."
"Sure." Just then, Roger and Allie emerged from the loft in question.
"Are those the last of them?" She pointed to the boxes in front of the stairwell. Mark nodded, and Allie instructed Roger to bring them inside. Roger sighed and followed her orders. Allie spun around to see a grumpy Benny hovering. "Oh, hey! I'm Allie!" She outstretched her hand towards him, and he took it apprehensively.
"Benny." He looked at her. "I have girlfriend named Ally." He felt compelled to add. Allie laughed.
"Oh, that's…er…interesting. I'd love to meet her!" This seemed to bring Benny out of his funk.
"Really? Maybe you should come to dinner sometime. Ally is a great cook." The other Allie smiled.
"I'd like that! When?" Benny scratched his head a bit.
"How about Thursday? Mark knows where we live." Allie smiled and jumped a little.
"Great, I'll bring dessert! Well, it was nice to meet you, Benny, but I've got some settling to do. See you Thursday!" She grabbed the box left over and brought it into her new apartment. Mark and Benny watched her leave.
"She's cute." Benny remarked nonchalantly. Mark nodded.
"Beautiful." Benny raised his eyebrows.
"Are you dating her?" Mark shook his head and laughed.
"Uh, no. It's…complicated." Benny shrugged.
"Ok, well, I guess I'll see you Thursday." Mark nodded, and walked into his apartment as fighting erupted.
"We have to go to dinner with Benny and Miss Fancy Pants?" Roger cried, knocking over one of Allie's boxes, which spilled most of her…erm…intimate clothes.
"Hey! And yes! Have you even met her?" She bent over to pick them up. Both Mark and Roger tried to help, but she slapped them away. "Don't touch those!"
"Sorry, but, I don't want to go to dinner with them! Benny's totally sold out…and this chick," Allie glared at him, "Ok, this girl, no I haven't met her, but I don't really want to! She totally changed him!"
"Wow, ok guys, chill. Roger, it's just one night, can't you go?" Roger thought for a while.
"You know, technically, I wasn't even invited. Just you two, so…Benny probably doesn't want me there…" Allie rolled her eyes and pushed Roger against the wall, which reminded him of their first, and last date. But this time, Allie was a bit more menacing.
"You are going to go to that dinner, and you are going to be nice, and if you say one more goddamn thing, I am going to make you wear a suit!" Mark snorted as Allie released her grip on Roger's wrist. "Don't put it past me to make you go in a suit either, 'Marky.'" Mark shut up as Allie put the last of her spilling clothing into the box and strode down the hall.
"She's tough." Roger remarked, rubbing his wrist. Mark nodded.
"Fuck yes. I don't want to wear a suit." Roger poked his head down the hall, to see her bedroom door shut.
"Well, we just have to be good about Benny and Muffy…er, Allison." Roger grabbed himself a beer from the fridge, and offered one to his roommate.
"No thanks. It's a bit early for me." Roger glanced at the clock, which clearly read 3:42, and shrugged.
"Never too early for me." He popped the cap and took a long, draining sip. "Allie, want a beer?" He called through her door. She peeked her head out from the room.
"I'm pregnant you asshole!" She slammed her door as Roger shrugged again.
"Whatever." Mark looked at him and shook his head. "What?" Replied Roger, making his way to the couch and throwing himself on it. "I forgot."
A/N: Hey y'all…can you tell Benny's a bit proud of his 'fancy-pants' girlfriend? Oh yes. Just wait until the big dinner…we gonna start some drama, you obviously want some drama, cause otherwise, what kind of fan fiction would this be, I ask you?
