It's short, but I wasn't sure of what else to write. I hope you like it!
"Hey Pookie," Maureen purred, sliding onto Marc's lap and giving his a gentle kiss.
Marc quickly broke away. "I'm married gosh da-" Marc stopped himself when he saw Maureen's confused face. Right. He wasn't in the 'real world' anymore.
"Married?" Maureen asked, "Since when?"
"Uh…uh…since…uh…" Marc stuttered. Gosh, he had really talked himself into a corner this time.
"Since he got that stupid camera," Roger answered, "He's practically married to it. They'd reproduce if they could, but just think of the children!" -Roger made a disgusted face- "Now Maureen, you wouldn't want Marc to be cheating on his camera now would you?"
Maureen laughed and Marc sighed silently with relief. "Aw, it Marky-Warky afraid of cheating on his camera?" The drama queen teased.
It took every muscle in his body to say 'yes'. God no. Marc hated old-fashioned technology. Where was his high-speed Internet? What about his digital camera? His picture phone? He missed those.
"So what're you doing here?" Roger asked, putting down his guitar gently.
"Just came to borrow the hotplate if you don't mind." Maureen answered.
"Be my guest."
Maureen rummaged through the cupboards, found the hotplate and walked merrily out of the loft, humming a little tune under her breath.
Roger picked his guitar back up and began strumming away.
"Why'd you do that?" Marc asked.
"Do what?"
"Cover me."
Roger stopped plucking abruptly and looked at Marc. "I dunno. I guess it's because I know what Maureen's like with crazy stuff like that. And you seemed really desperate. I'll keep your secret, just as long as you don't act like you've got a monkey up your butt the whole time."
Marc rolled his eyes, smiling. "Deal."