So sorry! I've had writer's block.. and school has been out, and I'm grounded.
:little voices: why are you grounded oh beautiful one:end little voices:
well, ummm I failed sewing class and have been restricted from the computer! But fear not, very few readers, I am back for the time being with the urge to write! WRITE I SAYY! wow.. I'm a freak.
here you go.
OH, I don't own this.. almost forgot :)
Amy couldn't believe that Roger had actually spoken, and was sitting in his room laughing. Mark had told her that he hadn't spoken in months, not even to him (his best friend in the whole wide world). She looked around and giggled again at the memory of scrawny Mark in a towel.
"Well then, sorry about that..." Mark said adjusting a sweater that was two sizes too small as he walked toward his projector.
Amy giggled again.
"What is it with girls and giggling? It's just the human anatomy, everyone has a body and-- why are you looking at me like that-- why are you coming over--"
Amy had walked over and stood in front of Mark looking at his sweater.
"It's on backwards." She stated, pointing to the tag that was sticking out under his chin. The poor thing had probably been so embarassed he hadn't even looked to see if he was dressed right.
"It's a new fashion statement called, 'I Really Could Care Less'! Now, are you going to watch this or not?" He said, his neck and cheeks turning a light shade of pink. Amy knew she didn't need to push anything with him. This little guy might be some kind of crazy timebomb waiting to go off.
Amy walked back to the broken down sofa with her head hung, trying to come up with fake tears.
Mark turned on the projector and she immediately turned her eyes to the sheet he had set up on the wall.
Roger.
It was Roger years ago, in high school? He was sitting underneath a tree in what looked like some sort of suburb, strumming a brand new acoustic guitar. It flashed to him playing on a small stage in a coffee shop with very few people around, it flashed again to a bar with many people jumping up and down to his music. Then a shot of him in his bedroom, it had obviously been shot when he didn't know he was being watched. He was shooting up. Then Roger huddled under a thin blanket. Withdrawel. Roger and Mimi. Roger and Collins. Roger and Mimi again, walking, dancing. Then a grave. Roger holding a single candle and a lily in the distance. Roger sitting by the window in the loft, watching the snow fall and tracing "MIMI" into the frost on the window. It cut to black.
"So, what do you think?" Mark said nervously as he came and sat next to his new neighbor. "It's not finished yet, definately. There's more of him still... Amy?"
She sat there stunned. She had never seen such raw emotion before on film.
"It's amazing Mark, and I think he'll be coming around again sooner than you think." With that she stood up and grabbed her coat, pausing at the door.
"Thank you for showing me that, Mark." She said barely above a whisper as she opened the door to the loft noisely.
"Anytime, I'll see you soon, right?" Mark said anxiously.
"Yeah, definately," Amy said whipping around and giving him a smirk that would have given Roger a run for his money.
They both heard a door open and they turned around to see Roger standing in the doorframe to his room. He was studying them, you could almost see the wheels turning, as if he was thinking whether or not to say anything or not. He opened his mouth a couple of times, looking like a fish out of water.
Mark and Amy stood waiting for something to happen.
Finally it did.
"Maybe we could all get lunch sometime?" Roger croaked out in a voice so hoarse it didn't even sound human.
Mark stood stunned.
"Yeah," Amy said breaking the silence. "We should definately go get lunch sometime."
"Now?" He asked.
Mark and Amy looked at each other as Roger pulled on a worn leather jacket.
"No better time than the present." Amy said as she stepped out the door and shook her head in disbelief as Mark and then Roger followed her down and out their building.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?
