Sorry for the long wait and the shortness. I hope you like it!
Marc tossed and turned in Mark's bed, trying to fall asleep so the pains in his stomach wouldn't hurt as much. But with his stomach rumbling with hunger and Roger playing away on his guitar, Marc wasn't having a lot of luck.
"Could you please play that thing somewhere else?" Marc asked, "Or at least softer?"
Roger didn't say a word, but instead played his beloved guitar even louder.
Marc glared, sighed, and rolled his eyes, trying to mute the sound by putting his pillow over his head. How did Mark ever get used to this?
ABC
Mark tossed and turned in bed, trying to fall asleep. But it was hard. His stomach was unusually full and Roger wasn't there, playing his guitar. He gently pulled Scamp onto the bed and stroked his silky fur.
Suddenly, Mark got an idea. He searched the house high and low for a few cassettes, but only found these things called 'CDs' instead. After a few minutes of browsing, he found what he was looking for- a track named 'Musetta's Waltz'.
"Okay," he muttered surveying some sort of device that seemed to play the CD, "How do I work this?"
Luckily, he spied a directions pamphlet on top of the machine and was able to get 'Musetta's Waltz' playing in no time.
The familiar sound of the music filling his ears, Mark soon fell asleep, little Scamp safely in his arms.
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Marc soon found himself awake, which must have meant he'd fallen asleep. Still groggy, Marc jolted awake when he felt a wet spot in his bed. While contemplating what it might have been, Marc noticed his fingers were dipped in a glass of water.
"Roger!" he yelled, "You jerk!"
Still fuming, he noticed the note on the little table by his bed.
Went out. Be back later.
-Roger
Marc's face grew red with fury. Stupid Roger had left him all alone in a dangerous neighborhood he wasn't used to without any means of contacting anybody or any food. Some great guy he was.
Suddenly, Marc heard a knock on the door, followed by a voice saying, "Roger? Mark? It's Mimi. Open up! I don't have to work today. Hello?"
"Coming!" Marc yelled without even thinking.
He rushed to get the door and Mimi walked in, plopping herself down on the couch.
"What am I going to do?" Marc mumbled to himself.