The Purple Flower
"Christmas is in two days people! I want this place spotless for Jesus' birthday!" Collins laughed. Mimi, Roger, Maureen, and Mark were all furiously cleaning the loft.
Suddenly, Mark stopped. "I'm Jewish Collins."
"Well then you better clean extra hard!" Collins smirked. Mark mumbled something under his breath.
Two hours later, the loft was as spotless as it would ever be. Roger sat on the couch that was held together with duck tape and string. Miraculously though, it had seen 3 years of life. The couch never failed them.
Mimi came over and sat on his lap. Roger had one hand up to his head and the other around Mimi's waste.
"What is wrong baby?" she asked.
"I feel real dizzy," he answered. He saw Mimi's concerned look. "I'm fine, though."
"Okay," said Mimi slowly.
Collins stood at the steel table that had served as a dance table for Angel and a deathbed for Mimi so many years ago. "Could I bring a friend for Christmas?" he asked quickly.
Everyone sat and stared at him in shock. After a few moments, Maureen stood up. "Of course Tom," she laughed. "Who is the lucky guy?"
"You'll have to wait and see," Collins winked. Everyone laughed at the expression on Collin's face. For once, he looked very happy.
"Okay party is over," Maureen said. "Mark and I need some alone time."
"So are you two together? Or was a couple nights ago a joke?" Roger asked.
"What the heck," Maureen said. "Why not? I mean, Joanne did tell me to grow up. I think dating Mark is a mature decision."
Mark laughed nervously. Mimi, Roger, and Collins made their way downstairs.
"Night you guys," said Collins to the young couple.
Mimi and Roger walked into their apartment. Mimi stepped onto the window sill and pushed open the window.
"It stopped snowing," she said mysteriously. She stepped out onto the fire escape.
"What are you thinking?" he asked mysteriously.
Mimi just laughed and gave him a look that said, "Trust me."
Roger followed her onto the fire escape. Mimi grabbed his hand and pulled him off the fire escape and onto the street.
"Where are we going?" Roger asked. He was starting to get used to these random little adventures Mimi took him on.
She made her way down the alley and laid on her back. She began to make a snow angel.
"Mimi you are so weird," Roger laughed.
Mimi sat up and gave him an offended look. "I am sorry that I enjoy having fun," she exclaimed.
"I like to have fun too," Roger protested. He grabbed a lid off of a nearby garbage can. He ran up the side a pile of garbage, covered with snow. He stood on the top of the pile and snowboarded down. He slid to a stop and dove on Mimi, showering her with kisses.
"Roger," Mimi cried. "Stop!" They fell into the snow laughing. Mimi again started making more snow angels.
"Kinda reminds me of Angel," Roger said, referring to Collins late boyfriend Angel. Angel had come into their life and changed it forever. Mimi sat up with a tear in her eye. Roger pulled her into a hug. His arms were cold, but comforting.
"Oh my gosh," Mimi gasped. She pointed over to the corner of the alley. Roger turned and saw a vibrant purple flower, poking out of the snow. Mimi stood up and went to go pick it. She then slowly walked back to the snow angel she made and laid it on the ground.
"It is a tribute to Angel," Mimi whispered.
"It is perfect," Roger responded.
Just wanted to know if anyone knew what the color of the flower represents! Send me a message if you know. (I am talking about the color, not the flower in general) I love symbolic terms. :)
Also. I am getting a lot of e-mails and some people are starting to think I am going to abandon this Fic. Well I am most definitely not going to abandon it! So keep checking in. I already have half the story completed, so I guarantee I am going to be posting about 10 more chapters in the next week. Also I write more every day. This is not a one-shot and it will have an ending. So keep reading and reviewing!