Meep! Got OBC! Me all excited, and I'm making this a M/M centered chapter, since the past two are more focused on the events on what has happened. Even though they are engaged, it still can be cute or. : )

Disclaimer: I've sold my soul to it, but they refuse to sell it to me. (Even though I've offered a whole $2.06 and a piece of string.)

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I sat on the edge of the bed, and rubbed my hair. I had to screw my script, it wasn't working out. The starring male decided he was going to elope and ran off to St. Maarten with his new bride. Maureen was getting restless and sick of doing nothing when we were suppose to be filming. I had to screw it, and now, I just finished rereading it. What the hell was I thinking? It was plain old shit.

The door opened, and Roger looked towards the door, and then quickly returned to whatever he was doing. Maureen stood up the door way, looking straight at me.

"Maureen?" I asked. She looked at me and I smiled.

"Hey pookie."

I heard a quiet humpf from Roger. I frowned at him, and saw Maureen walk towards me. She was wearing the red dress again.

We had been engaged for five months now, and it was early November. Christmas was around the corner, and Roger was getting anxious, hoping that Collins would come back for Christmas.

"Where are we going?" I asked. She looked at me.

"A surprise. Get dressed," she said. I agreed, and grabbed clothing, we left the loft, leaving Roger alone.

She took me to Hudson River Club, one of the fanciest restaurants in town. I wondered how the hell she got enough money to pay for this place.

We placed our orders quickly, so we wouldn't be disturbed. I reached out and grabbed her hand, taking in my surroundings. Lacey tablecloth, a single red rose in the center of the table. Low lighting and the band was playing jazzy soft music. She looked down at my hand.

"Why did you do this?" I asked her. She looked up at me, and smiled.

"Mark, I need to tell you something," she said. I looked at her, and felt her pulled her hand from mine.

No.

God no, this can't be happening to me.

Not now.

"I was over at a gas station, and well, I met someone there," she said.

No.

Why won't she just make this easy? Just say what you want to. Mark, I don't like you anymore and I have fallen in love with a new man. We're over.

Damn, it was completely different.

"And her name was Joanne," she said. I froze.

"You're dumping me…for…a WOMAN?" I couldn't help but raise my voice. Some people sitting around us looked.

"No Mark, look, pookie. You'll always be in my heart, and I still love you. I just, I need time," she said. She stood up, and pulled the ring off her finger and placed it on the table. She walked around the table, and placed a kiss on my lips. A deep kiss, one of the deepest she's ever given me. She ran her fingers through my hair, and I placed my hand on her neck, when she suddenly broke the kiss. I looked up at her, her eyes were serious.

She took my hand, opening it, and dropped the engagement ring in my hand, and gave another kiss to me. This one, brief, as if a final goodbye. An eternal adieu from two lovers being separated. She then left me, walking out the door. I sat, and watched her walk out. Gone, gone out of my life forever.

I opened my hand, and looked at the engagement ring in my hand now. I wasted 2,000 dollars on this cheap diamond ring, when I could have bought a new camera, but I bought it for her. I sold everything for her.

I left Roger partially for her, I left Collins, and I left Benny. I abandoned my friends for this woman, the one woman I was going to spend my life with, until she decided she was a lesbian. Now, the walls starting crashing down around me. It was over, and she was gone.

I wanted badly to bury my head in my hands, but I waited till I got home to feel abandoned, with Roger as my comfort. If that is any comfort.

She was gone, like a flower. Love, like a flower that starts out small a tiny bulb in the ground, planted by the two gardeners. It take nourishment, and attention to grow into a stem, and when it does, one feels it coming on.

Then it blooms, producing the most beautiful flower ever seen. The most gorgeous couple ever, they believe they can never be separated, and that they will always be together forever.

But then, fall comes, and the time for the flower to disappear. Reality, crushing in on love, and destroying such a beautiful concept. Destroying the innocence of youthful longing and eternal devotion. Love, like a flower.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

Love is ever so sweet

But, never so true.

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