woooo RENT! i love it love it love it! i own not a thing.. do you hear me? NOT A THING! so there you go, i don't own anything and its depressing and sad, but it's not like you guys care about that. all you care about is the chapter right! RIGGGHT! pssh i know you do...
"I really hate getting shots." Amy said wrapping her jacket and scarf closer around her as she and Mark exited the clinic, walking out into the cold November morning.
Mark threw her a sideways glance, "I can't believe you almost passed out, it's just a needle." He said as he grabbed her arm keeping her from stumbling over her own feet. Mark had learned this girl was a klutz.
"A long, sharp, painful needle!" She said throwing her arms in the air and flipping her blonde curls back from her shoulders.
And dramatic. "She would probably get along with Maureen…" he thought.
"So what are you doing today, besides escorting naive young women to get shots from the big scary doctor?" Amy said as they continued walking down the sidewalk towards their building.
"Filming." He said quietly, pushing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.
"Pardon?" Amy asked, not quite understanding what he had said, as she played with stray threads on her scarf. "Did you say you were going to film? You make… movies?" She said cocking her head to one side, trying to understand what exactly Mark did for a living.
He played with his own gray and navy scarf as well and mumbled into his chest, "I-I- well I don't really exactly make movies, I make documentaries. I had a job once, a couple months ago for the news show, 'Buzzline', and that didn't exactly work out, so I'm back doing my own thing."
"Oh that sounds cool," Amy said as she spotted their building just a block away. They walked the rest of the way in silence, Mark holding his arm out once to keep Amy from walking in the street.
They began to walk up the stairs as Amy began shedding her scarf, gloves and coat.
"You might not want to do that," Mark said as he spotted her taking off her winter clothes to reveal an old t-shirt and overalls underneath.
"And why not?" She challenged.
"Do you have any heat?"
She realized she didn't have any heat at all in her apartment and gave a dramatic groan as she pulled her coat, scarf, and gloves back on. Amy made to make her way to her apartment when Mark touched her arm.
"Would you like to come up for some coffee or something?" He asked nervously.
"I can't think of anything better! Some hot, fresh coffee sounds good!" She said replacing her key in her pocket as she turned to face him.
"Well, it's from yesterday, so it's not exactly fresh, but my mom got me this hot plate…" He said to her as they walked up to the loft.
Mark sat on the sofa across from Amy who was now wearing her overalls, gloves, scarf, and some old hat she had found laying on the coffee table. Mark thought that this girl was not only insanely klutzy, but just plain insane. The coffee didn't seem to help her insanity, as she went on rambling about pick up lines she used to tell when she was younger.
"So Mark, do you have a mirror in your pocket?" Amy asked between giggles.
"What am I supposed to say?" Mark asked, very confused by all the other pick up lines she had been throwing at him.
"You don't say anything, now I say, 'because I can see myself in your pants'!" Amy said loudly, as she began a whole new fit of giggles.
Mark groaned, trying to hide his own laughter from the immature and completely inappropriate statement.
"Shh, Amy, we need to keep it down, I think Roger is sleeping. I really don't want to disturb him," he said looking over his shoulder to the door to Roger's room to be sure it hadn't been thrown open in a fit of anger. Not like that had happened in almost two months, Roger didn't even lash out at Mark anymore, no matter what he did, and Mark missed that.
"Oh yes, sorry." Amy said, embarrassed in the way she had been acting. She hadn't even been thinking about the fact that Roger was probably in the apartment trying to have time alone. She knew all about him not talking or leaving the loft, and she didn't know how to take it. She knew he had to leave soon, he had to talk soon. Everyone eventually did. Amy knew from experience. Everyone comes around soon.
She lifted her head suddenly, and felt a throbbing pain rapidly spread across her forehead. "Ugh, I have a headache!" Amy threw her head back, tossing the hat over the back of the sofa and letting her curls fall down to cover her face.
"Do you have any, umm-- do you have any Advil or Tylenol?" Amy asked glancing around the loft.
"Oh in the bathroom, it should be on the sink, I took some last night." Mark said taking another sip of coffee.
"Uh, where's the bathroom?" Amy asked, embarrassed.
"Oh yeah, just right across over there." Mark pointed to a door across from where they were sitting. "Just right on the sink."
Amy stood up, and began walking to the door Mark had pointed to.
"Hey, I think I have a granola bar in the pantry. Do you wanna split it?" He called from the sofa.
"Yeah sure," Amy replied.
She reached up and ran her hand through her hair, a habit she had acquired in high school, and turned the doorknob to the bathroom.
Roger.
Roger was sitting in a towel on the toilet.
His dirty blonde hair was wet and plastered to his face, a face that was red and tear stained. His body was strong, but Amy could tell he hadn't had a real meal in weeks. She saw his arms, arms that she could tell had once been strong, arms that were scarred and marked from what she guessed were from drug use. And his eyes. His downcast eyes, that were no longer downcast but looking directly at her.
"Oh I'm so sorry," Amy managed to squeak out, those eyes were boring into her.
He kept looking, staring.
"I came in for some medicine, and I didn't know—Mark said you were sleeping, I'm sorry." She saw the Tylenol sitting by the sink, and Roger saw her find what she was looking for.
He stood, shaking at first, then holding up his towel he reached for the medicine by the sink and handed it to her. Their fingers brushed as he handed the pills to her, and she felt a warmness shoot through her arm to her face, and she immediately turned away.
"Thank you," She whispered as she turned back to him to offer him a simple smile and walk away, embarrassed at her own stupidity. But when she turned back around to give him said smile, she dropped the pills on the floor.
"Sorry I'm such a klutz," She said as she dropped to the floor to grab the bottle that was rolling on the cold tile floor towards Roger's feet. But now Roger was also on the floor, making to grab the bottle for her.
Amy looked up to where Roger had grabbed the bottle first and saw his towel slipping.
It was slipping out of his hand, it was going to fall if he didn't catch it.
Well, let's just say he didn't catch it, and our friend Amy got a sneak peak of Roger Jr.
She was shocked and immediatly turned her face away and grabbed blindly for the pills Roger was still holding, as she squinted her eyes shut and felt her way to the door. Amy slid down the wall outside the bathroom, as she heard the door shut. She put her head in her hands as she pulled her knees to her chest, and attempted to hide her humiliation.
"Amy?" Mark said as he rushed over with half of an unwrapped granola bar in one hand.
She was sitting in the fetal position, shaking, and he could see her face was red from her ears.
"Amy, are you ok?" He said as he nudged her shoulder, hoping she wasn't crying. He just couldn't deal with crying women.
Amy's shoulders shook harder and she let out a loud snort as she lifted her head up, shaking her hair in front of her eyes while she laughed like a crazy person.
"Your roomma-- Roger, he was-- shower-- and then the towel-- WHOOPS!" she gasped through ragged laughter, as tears streamed down her face.
Mark adjusted his glasses, and took in what she was saying. Roger had been in the shower when they came up, and hadn't wanted to come out. He had obviously heard them and decided to wait until Amy left, but she walked in on him and saw... Well, he didn't really want to know exactly what she had seen, but he thought he had a pretty good idea.
"Oh, I thought he would be in his room," Mark said as he handed her the other half of a stale granola bar, and helped her to her feet.
"Maybe, I should go so he can get out of the bathroom." She said as she stuffed the snack into her mouth,pulled on her old coat, and wrapped her scarf around her head like a turban.
"Would you like to meet tomorrow, I thought you might want to see something I'm working on. A new documentary. Roger won't watch it, so I was hoping I could get your opinion?" He asked while walking her to the loft door.
"Of course, I'll come up tomorrow when I wake up!" She said as she stepped out the door. "See you tomorrow!" She shouted as she skipped down the stairs to her own apartment. She was going to blast some showtunes until she couldn't stand it anymore.
Mark shut the door and walked to the metal table where his camera was sitting, waiting for him. Why didn't he film Amy? Those would be some interesting shots. He heard the sound of a door opening and looked up to see Roger in only a towel.
"She's different isn't she?" Mark offered to Roger, hoping he would at least nod.
Roger stopped at the sound of Mark's voice and looked at his friend sitting on the couch, waiting for him to say something. Waiting for him to crack. He just shrugged and walked to his room, shutting the door behind him.
"Yeah, she's really different..." Mark answered his own question.
WOW, ok so that took awhile to update.. but NOT MY FAULT! it's called school... and teacheres are piling on the work before summer.. WAH! STRIKE! i should hold a riot.
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