1A/N– Don't own characters or music, blah, blah.
Introduction
"I DO love him! I have to tell him that." Mimi Marquez sat in her run-down home thinking once again about the object of her affection, Roger Davis from the apartment upstairs. Mimi, a beautiful 19 year old dancer from the Cat Scratch Club, and Roger, leader of a rock band, have had a very rocky relationship thus far. Mimi, as much as she would love to call Roger her boyfriend, can't, as long as Roger continues to deny his love for her.
She's been so pushy, from the first time she walked into my place with that stupid candle. Maybe I don't WANT to commit. Maybe I don't love anyone but April; Does Mimi really expect me to get over my girlfriend's suicide this quickly? And it doesn't help that she has HIV too, I don't want all her clingy baggage, as if I don't have enough issues of my own. Maybe it'll work out when she gets off the junk," Roger mused in bed while trying to fall asleep, not knowing that Mimi was coming up the stairs to confess her love for him and interrupt his quiet thinking.
Mimi decided that she couldn't bear thinking about Roger any longer without seeing him. He was bound to be home anyways, it was January, cold, cloudy, and 2:30 in the morning. As she got up to walk out the door, Mimi became aware that she was still in her work clothes. "Haha .. clothes .. right .." She found the term funny, seeing as her work outfit usually included less material than a skimpy two-piece bathing suit. If she wanted a chance at a serious conversation with Roger, Mimi decided she ought to wear real clothes. In the past she HAD tried to win over the guitar player with her body. He wasn't into it. Roger didn't admit he was into it at least. Mimi put on her signature leopard jacket, but opted against leaving behind the work ensemble.