The sun shone through the partially open window, casting the room in a cheerful glow. The stream of sunlight slowly worked its way around the room until its warmth finally reached Mimi's face, it glided over her softly, causing her eyelid's to flutter. Slowly her eyes opened and a small smile crossed her lips. She was grateful the day was to be one of sun. Everything seemed to be so much better in the sunlight.
She didn't sit up, but merely lay on her back and stared off into space trying to figure out what the next move would be. Suddenly, she was aware that Roger did not lie beside her. She found it odd as he was there when she fell asleep and he wasn't usually one to leave her side.
She turned her head to look to the left of her, where a small, dusty blue nightstand stood and she saw a small note with Roger's scribbled handwriting written across it. Slowly she extended her hand and picked up the note, her eyes trailing over it,
Mimi,
Mark called and needs help. I'll be back soon.
Roger
Mimi dropped the piece of paper back on the table and slowly sat up. Roger was never one to leave long, lengthy notes full of explanations. She just hoped that whatever Mark needed help with wasn't too bad and wouldn't take too long.
Slowly she stood and walked into the next, and only other room in the flat. Walking over to the fridge, she helped herself to an apple and slowly washed it, she took a small bite out of it before walking over to the couch and sitting herself down on it. In the stillness of the morning she took great refuge and didn't even feel the need to change out of her comfy pajamas in time for Roger and Mark to return.
Moving in with Roger had been discussed. Truthfully she would have liked to share a loft with him, especially since they practically lived together anyway. But in the end they had decided to keep their own apartments and merely walk up the stairway to see each other. He had told her that it was stupid to move all of her possessions up a mere flight, when they could just walk a few steps to see each other. But she knew that secretly he did not wish to leave Mark alone.
Mimi's attention was immediately focused to the doorway as she heard two angry voices and loud footsteps coming up the stairway,
"I still don't understand why you needed my help!" exclaimed Roger as he opened the door.
"I told you," Mark answered angrily, throwing his backpack down beside the door, "I couldn't trust anyone else to use my camera. These things are expensive. I can't afford to break it."
Roger sighed angrily and turned to face his friend, "It doesn't mean that you had to wake me up for it!"
"It was a crucial shot for my film Roger! I couldn't have gone back later. The lighting would have been completely screwed up."
Roger merely rolled his eyes and sat down beside Mimi on the couch, his tone immediately softened as he saw her, "Good morning," he leaned forward and gave her a small kiss and then looked back to where his friend was carefully putting his camera away.
Mimi said nothing about the argument which she had witnessed. Mark's documentary about their friendships in which he had entitled "Today 4 U" hadn't been a big hit for any income. No matter how good it actually was. Mark hadn't had much of a reaction to the failure of his life's work, but had merely begun to write new scripts and look for new jobs, as money was especially tight.
"Hey Mimi," Mark finally said, as if just noticing her presence in the room.
"Hey," she answered.
The phone rang shrilly from the other side of the room before they could say anything more and Mark glanced up at it, "Shouldn't you get that Roger?"
Roger looked up angrily from the couch and sighed heavily before standing up and walking over to it. As he walked he talked angrily over his shoulder, he said,
"I'm sick of screening all of your calls, Mark."
"Is the machine still broken?" Mimi asked turning to face him.
"Yeah," Mark answered, "and I'm not taking any chances. My parents could call at any time."
Roger picked up their cord phone and placed it to his ear. "Hello?"
He was immediately silenced for a few short moments, "Yes, it's Roger."
Mimi's brow furrowed as Roger's face seemed to pale and his listening became more intent. There was no way that the person on the other end of the line could have been Mark's parents.
"What?"
Silence once again greeted the question as the person on the other end of the line spoke. Mimi looked up to Mark who merely shrugged.
"I don't know what you mean. No…Sorry…" Roger's voice then became slightly etched in anger, "I'm sorry but you're going to have to call back later."
Without another word he put the phone down and stared at it for a moment.
"Who was it?" Mark asked, walking over to pour himself a glass of water.
"No one." Roger said shortly.
Mimi watched him suspiciously for a moment, "Roger…is there something wrong?"
"No, nothing. Come on, you should get dressed, we're meeting up with Maureen and Joanne soon."
Nothing more was said.
Authors Note: Here is the first chapter of "From the Darkness". This story should be quite the ride. This fic will be Drama/Romance/Angst...all that good stuff. I don't want to give too much away. But I hope you enjoy it, I have big plans for this. Leave me a quick note for feedback.
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