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(Pss. It's a tiny secret, but I'm thinking of writing an epic fic about how everyone in RENT met. Now, this is a shush-shush thing; I'm not sure if it's going to go anywhere. But, if it does, it means Eccentric might not be updated as often as it is now. Trust me, I've still gota few chaptersto post here, but I'm just wanring you guys ahead of time. Anyway. Please enjoy!)
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Mark opened the door quietly to Roger's room. True to their word, Maureen was fast asleep on Roger's bed. He could see her curly hair sticking out from the comforter. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside her, pulling some of the comforter down so he could see her face. God, you would never suspect someone as sweet-looking could be so wild. "Maureen," Mark said softly. "Maureen."
"Hmn?" she murmured, still sleepy. "Five more minutes."
"Maureen," he said, still lightly shaking her awake, "we should talk."
"Pookie?" Maureen sat up, resembling Cousin It from the Addams Family. Mark laughed, pushing her hair aside so he could see her face. "Pookie, what is it?"
"I want to talk about last night." She smiled, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"What's there to talk about?" Either she was avoiding the issue, or she really didn't know what he was talking about.
"You know, when you had those people over—"
"Nothing happened," Maureen said brightly, wrapping her arms around Mark. She looked at his head, and laughed. "Pookie, why do you have a scarf on your head?" Mark looked up, and blushed.
"Er, I'm not too sure." He quickly took it off, and placed it aside. "I know nothing happened but..."
"But what?" she questioned, she face innocently curious. Mark sighed.
"But you were about to cheat on me."
"Marky, people have sex all the time. It's no big deal." Mark got up.
"What? No big deal?" Maureen frowned.
"What's the matter?" Mark stared at her as if he couldn't believe it.
"Maureen!"
"What?"
"You were about to cheat on me!" he said loudly, throwing his arms into the air. "Your boyfriend!"
"I don't think of it as cheating," she said simply. "It's just having fun."
"You're supposed to have fun with me," Mark said, pouting. Maureen got up, and put her arms around Mark's neck. She couldn't stand when he looked like this.
"Pookie, if you don't want me to do it, I promise I won't have sex for fun anymore." Mark looked at her hopefully.
"You promise?" She nodded.
"Would I say 'I promise' if I didn't mean 'I promise'?" He smiled like a little schoolboy, and Maureen couldn't help it. God, he was cute. "But for the meantime, why don't you and I have fun?" She giggled, and Mark blushed.
Roger and Collins both glanced at the door. Roger made a little noise, and Collins looked at him. "What is it?"
"I want to get dressed." Collins rolled his eyes.
"Well then, go get some clothes."
"But they're in my room."
"So?"
"I don't want them attacking me." Before, they had heard a slight shout, but after that it was pretty quiet. Collins sighed.
"Look, if they start attacking you, just politely say you're just there to get clothes." Roger snorted.
"It's MY room."
"Go get your clothes, boy!" Collins said, laughing. Roger sighed, and walked to the door. He glanced at Collins, and then quickly opened the door.
"Look, I'm sorry but I just needed some clothes—" Roger cut himself off. He blinked, and then stuck his tongue out. "Oh, no way. No WAY! You guys are NOT having sex on my bed, are you?" Mark blinked at Roger, and Maureen just shrugged. "NO. Not on MY bed." He pointed out the door. "No, no, no. There will be no sex on my bed unless I'm involved."
"Would you like to join in?" Maureen asked sarcastically, and Roger made a face. Maureen laughed. "C'mon, Pookie, we'll go into your room." Collins watched as a shirtless Mark was paraded out the door by a Maureen in her underwear, and chuckled at the sight. Before they shut the door to Mark's room, however, Roger poked his head out his door.
"Keep that in MARK'S room from now on!" Collins heard Maureen giggle, and Roger huffed, shutting his door. Collins smiled.
"Glad that's settled."
Roger came out a few minutes later, fully dressed, though he was frowning. Collins looked at him. "What's the matter?" Roger sat down in the chair beside the college professor, his arms crossed.
"I can't believe they were about to have sex in my room. I mean...it's fine in their room. But why? Why must they do the dirty on MY bed?" Collins laughed.
"Drama queen." Roger sent him a glare. "What are you going to do today, now that the Maureen and Mark situation is settled?"
"April's comin' over," Roger said. "We're going to have brunch somewhere, and she said she'd meet me here."
"That new girlfriend of yours?" Collins asked. "Why haven't I met her yet?"
"You haven't been around enough! I've brought her around the loft a couple of times. Mark likes her, and she got along fine with Maureen. But I haven't seen her in a few days because she had to go over her parents to visit and stuff." Collins paused.
"Brunch? Since when have you eaten brunch?" Roger raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know." Collins grinned.
"Since when did you know the word 'brunch'? I didn't even think you would include that in your vocabulary."
"Oh, shut up, Collins," Roger said. "Just because I've never said 'brunch' before doesn't mean I don't like it." Collins stared at Roger for a few seconds. "What!"
"I remember one time when I said I was going to have brunch with a friend, and you said, 'Brunch? What the fuck is brunch?' I said, 'Well, it's a time to eat between breakfast and lunch.' And you replied, 'That has to be the most stupidest thing I have ever heard. Brunch. What the fuck? Why not just have lunch?'" Roger glared at Collins, who merely laughed.
"I'm glad you keep record of everything I say, asshole."
"I can't help that you're such a queen about things like brunch."
"Can we just get off the subject of brunch!" Roger said, throwing his hands up in the air. And, as if on cue, there was a knock at the door. "I'll get that," he said eagerly, jumping from the table. Collins just sat back quietly, smiling. "April!" Roger said. "I'm so glad you're here."
"'I'm so glad you're here'?" Collins heard April say behind him. "Since when have you said that to anybody?" She laughed, meaning Roger must have made some kind of face.
"I swear, I do something a little different, and everybody notices."
"We're just used to the usual Roger," she said, and he smiled.
"I'd like you to meet a close friend of mine," said Roger, walking with April to the table. "This is Tom Collins."
"But everyone just calls me Collins," he said, smiling. "April, right?"
"The one and only," she replied, shaking his hand. April smiled. "How long have you known Roger?"
"Longer than most," Collins said, grinning back. He loved the shade of her hair. "How was your parents?" She blinked, and then laughed.
"Oh, Roger must have told you. Fine, okay, nothing special." She glanced around. "Where's Mark? I brought some tea for him." She held up a plastic bag, and Roger smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck.
"Did you bring anything for me?" She laughed.
"Oh, all seductive when I hold a grocery bag, huh?" Collins chuckled. "In fact, I did bring you coffee...and a special something." She held out the bag, and Roger took it, looking through it. His face brightened up as he placed his hand into the shopping bag, and pulled out a Milky Way.
"God, I love you." He started to kiss her, and both Collins and April laughed. Suddenly, they heard a door open.
"Why is everyone laughing?" he said, scratching his head.
"Why, if it isn't the sex beast," Roger said, "greeting us in his uniform! Yes, April, now the age old question is answered for you; Mark does, in fact, wear boxers, and not briefs." Mark noticed April was here, and blushed heavily, noticing he was indeed in his underwear. He hadn't even thought about it when he walked through his door, he just did.
"I-I'm sorry, if I had known—"
"Don't worry about it," April said, going up to Mark and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I brought you tea." She handed him the plastic bag, and the film maker's face lit up in delight. "And, hey, you look sexy in those boxers," she added, winking. Mark blushed again and Roger grabbed April from behind.
"Don't try and steal my girlfriend away, Mark," he said, pulling her close to him. "I always told you that girls could never resist you in your boxers. Now hurry, put some pants on before April can't stand your sexiness anymore!" They all laughed, including Mark, who smiled bashfully.
"For once, I think I'll follow your advice, Roger. It's nice to see you April," he added.
She was about to reply, but Roger shouted, "No, Mark, please! Hurry with the pants! Your hotness is starting to overwhelm even me!" He pretended to faint as Collins and April laughed. As Mark was about to go in, Maureen came out, fully dressed. She kissed Mark.
"I'll see you later, Pookie, okay?"
"Where are you going, Maureen?" Collins asked, and she smiled.
"Ah, off to work." She noticed April, and smiled. "Haven't seen you around the loft lately!" April grinned.
"Parents." Maureen rolled her eyes.
"Tell me about it. Well, stick around, and later we'll have a beer and talk about our boyfriends." She nudged April and winked, then the two girls laughed. "I'll see you guys later!" And with that, she was out the door. Roger smiled at April.
"Well, shall we go have brunch?" Collins laughed, and Roger glared at him. "Shut your face, Collins."
"Aw, don't be mean, Roger!" April said, and looked to Collins. "What are you laughing about, anyway?"
"Nothing, babe," Roger said, taking her hand and gently pulling her to the door. "Collins is just being Collins. We should go, anyway."
"Bye!" April managed to get out before Roger shut the door behind them. Collins laughed. Well, kids will be kids.
Next: Some Benny comin' at cha. And he's funny, I promise.
