As time went on, it was apparent that Anna didn't get along with everyone. On the contrary, Anna and Mimi despised each other. Anna hated Mimi because she was a drug addict, and Anna felt that Mimi was slowly killing Roger, who Anna had come to be very close with. Roger also had suspicions that Mimi was cheating on him again, which he vocalized to Anna and Mark on several occasions, hurt and pain evident in his eyes even if he had been trying to brush it off like nothing.

Mimi hated Anna because of that closeness she had with Roger, naively mistaking friendship for love. She had some crazy idea that Anna being with Mark was all some clever ploy to win over Roger's affection.

One day the four of them were sitting around the loft. Roger and Anna were perfecting harmonies to some old school rock and roll song, Mark was capturing the whole process on film, and Mimi was just sitting there looking bored and annoyed. Suddenly Mimi got up in a huff and stormed out without a word, slamming the door on the way out.

For a while Roger, Anna, and Mark just sort of stood there exchanging confused glances. Then Anna vocalized this confusion with a "What!" to which Mark replied with a pensive "Hm…"

They all burst out into a fit of giggles. Trying as hard as she could to stop laughing and put on a "serious face", Anna asked, "You gonna go after her, Roger?"

Roger thought for a second. "Nah. She's probably just going to shoot up, find a hot guy to fuck, accuse me of sleeping with you. You know the drill."

"Oh, in that case we might as well confirm her suspicions. I'm sorry, Mark, I'm going to sleep in Roger's bed tonight, kay?" She said, the giggling now returning in full blast. She put her arms around Roger, possessively.

"Okay." Mark said, shrugging.

"Well, we have my boyfriend's permission. We might as well hop to it."

"I'll film!" Mark called out, raising his hand. The three of them erupted into a storm of laughter, with Roger literally keeled over.

Anna let out the last of her giggles. With a sigh, she reluctantly stated, "Well, I have to go to class." She picked up her backpack and walked to the door, but was stopped by Mark.

"I don't want you to go."

"You're cute. But there's this thing, 'education' I think they call it. I sort of need one." She said, kissing him on the cheek. As she opened the door he pulled her back in for a deep, passionate kiss. When the kiss ended, they grinned at each other and then she left. When she was a couple steps down the hall and hadn't heard the door shut, she turned back and looked at him. "You could use a breath mint, you know!" She yelled, laughing before she ran down the stairs and out of sight.

Mark came back inside, grinning childishly. "Cohen, you're giddy like a school girl." Mark turned bright red, but didn't deny it.

"I think I love her."

"Yea…I probably could have told you that like two months ago."

Mark couldn't help but detect a little bit of sadness in Roger's eyes as he said this. Of course, the little bit of him that was still in love with Roger made his heart jump a bit. Then he realized Roger was probably sad because of Mimi.

"Hey, you wanna talk about Mimi?" Mark asked, the way he always did. It didn't matter to him that Roger never wanted to talk about stuff when he was upset. If there was a chance Roger needed to talk, he had to know Mark was there.

"What's there to talk about?" Roger shrugged, and walked back to his guitar, picking it up and playing a small bit that Mark had never heard before.

"Well, you guys are obviously having some problems. I know you don't like to talk, but if you need me to help you sort things out I'm right here, you know?"

"There's nothing to sort out. Mimi's just…Mimi. I'm done with it. I'm done with the lies, the drugs, the cheating. I'm done with the accusations. I'm just sick of all her shit," Roger practically spat. Then he played a few more notes, humming a melody to himself as he went.

"Oh. So you guys are like…"

"Through. I should probably break up with her soon. This has been coming for a while, it's just…good sex."

Mark nodded his head in response, kind of an "I feel ya" but he was too white to say that out loud. "Is that a new song?"

"Yea, you like?" Roger got really excited at the mention of his music.

Mark nodded his head enthusiastically in response. "Yeah. A lot, actually."

"I wrote it for your girl. She's inspiring."

"Mmm, she is, isn't she?"

"No. I just said that because I wanted to tell a lie."

"I thought so." Mark said, followed by a yawn. "I think I'm gonna go take a nap."

"Aww, is cute little Marky all worn out?"

Mark just hit him lightly on the shoulder before turning and walking to his room. As he opened his bedroom door, it occurred to Mark that his best friend might possibly be in love with his girlfriend; that Mimi wasn't one hundred percent crazy. He tried to shake the feeling, especially considering how utterly twisted that would be. He had a hard time believing he was in love with two people, and it was possible they were falling in love with each other. The thoughts didn't stop him, however, from tossing and turning for an hour rather than taking a nap.