Chapter 4:
After two weeks, Taylor got a job as a waitress, and began her healing. She blended in wonderfully with the Bohemians, and fit right in. Taylor became closer to Mark than everyone else over the first few weeks, but soon she began to back away from him. She would still talk to him but she began to spend more and more time alone in her room. When asked what she was doing, she would reply that she was trying to figure some things out.

"Where's Taylor?" Mark asked Roger when he came home from filming one evening. Roger looked up from tuning his guitar.

"She's up on the roof, but I think she's in one of those moods again, so I'd keep my distance," he replied. Mark tossed his bag on the couch.

"If I survived Maureen for three years, I can survive a simple conversation with your sister." Roger shrugged.

"Your funeral," he said before returning to his guitar.

Mark mounted the steps up to the roof. He found Taylor sitting on the raised brick edging around the sun roof. She was so deep in thought that she didn't realize that she had company until Mark sat down next to her. The two sat in silence for several minutes, both in their own thoughts.

"What's wrong Taylor?" Mark asked, breaking the heavy silence. Taylor looked at him slightly confused.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean, you've been avoiding me for two weeks, locking yourself in your room for hours on end, and yelling at everyone who tries to help you. Why are you acting like this?" A sudden impulse overtook Taylor. Without thinking, she closed the gap between her and Mark, and kissed him quickly on the lips.

"That's what's wrong," she said quietly. Before Mark even had a chance to respond to Taylor's action, Taylor had gotten up to leave. "I'm sorry," she said. "I, I don't know what came over me. It was a mistake." When she turned to walk away, Mark quickly got up, and spun her around. His lips captured hers in a passionate kiss, and his arms wrapped around her waist.

Roger didn't hear Taylor yelling at Mark to go away, so after about 5 minutes; he went to go see if they were okay. He opened the door to the roof quietly, and was shocked to find his best friend and his twin sister standing in the middle of the rooftop kissing. Roger quietly closed the door, and stormed down to the loft.

"Are Mark and Taylor up there talking?" Mimi asked from her seat on the couch.

"No," Roger snapped. "They're up there kissing!" Mimi squealed, and began to jump up and down much to Roger's dismay.

"It's about time!" she exclaimed.

"What do you mean, 'it's about time?' No, it's my best friend and my twin sister up there seeing each other behind my back!" Mimi walked over to Roger, wrapped his arms around his neck, and looked deep into his eyes.

"Look at me Roger," she said calmly. When Roger refused to listen, she got mad. "Roger Davis! Look at me! Be happy for Taylor and Mark. At least she's dating someone you know and trust. Mark would never even think about hurting a hair on Taylor's head. This is good for both of them. It means that Taylor is getting over everything she's been through, and that Mark might actually put down his camera for once." Roger chuckled, and gave Mimi a tender kiss on the lips.

"How is it that you always know what to say?" Mimi shrugged.

"It's a gift," she replied simply.

"No, I think it's because you spend so much time with Angel." They both laughed.

"That too."

The sound of Roger yelling broke off the passionate kiss between Mark and Taylor. Taylor sighed. This wasn't how she planned on her brother finding out.

"We should give Roger a few minutes to calm down before we go outside," Mark said. Taylor nodded. She then rested her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. She felt so safe in his arms; like nothing could possibly happen to her.

"I thin it's safe for us to go inside now," Mark said. Taylor opened her eyes and stood up straight. Roger's screaming had stopped. Mark took Taylor's hand, and entwined his fingers with her own. The walked down the narrow staircase to the loft hand-in-hand. Muzetta's Waltz floated throughout the apartment. Mark and Taylor sat down next to each other on the couch. Roger finished the song, and looked up from his guitar.

"Listen," he said. "I'm happy for the both of you." Mark looked relived that Roger wasn't mad at him.

Taylor said, "Roger, I don't want you to think that we would see each other behind your back. I wouldn't do something like that to you."

"You guys, I'm fine with this. Sure it's a little weird, but don't eat yourselves up with guilt. Taylor, you may actually be able to tear Mark way from his camera." Mark gave Roger a dirty look while Taylor laughed. It felt great to Roger to see his sister happy again. Maybe Mark would do her some good.

A/N: Please check out "Off-Camera" and "He's Gone"! Much love!

Tina101