Got this idea walking in my stupid neighborhood full of Republican, homophobic, anorexic, art-hating freaks. In….Suburbia. And that is the title of this story. Suburbia. Because I can do that.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own RENT.
P.S. Do not steal these song lyrics! I wrote them myself and I'll attack you if you steal them from me. Literally.
ROGER
When did you ever get so pretty?
We sit alone in this room,
Me longing to touch you
But you cast your eyes away on another face
Afraid of facing me
Where did I go wrong?
How did I lose you?
Was it my actions
Or the ways I hide attraction
How did I lose you?
But this room is empty now
Without you and I playing games
While eating our meager chow
I can still feel your presence in this place
But you've left-
"ROGER!"
I groaned and shot my head up. Mark was coming the door and I was sitting behind the couch, looking out the windows, watching the city life.
"Yes?"
Mark came around the couch, and I heard giggling. I sighed. Maureen was right beside him, again. A year ago, Joanne and Maureen had this huge fight. Maureen found Joanne cheating on her, when Maureen was cheating on Joanne. They broke up…again…and Maureen came to Mark, begging for just some shelter and somewhere to stay for the night. So Mark opened his arms up to Maureen and they fell in love, all over again.
Maureen hasn't cheated on Mark. I guess she felt what it was like to have your lover cheat on you when Joanne cheated on her.
Maureen has been living with us since then. She and Mark shared a room, and there was no telling what the hell went on in there.
Mark and Maureen came around the couch and looked at me. "What are you doing?" Mark asked me. I frowned and set aside my guitar.
"Watching the city."
Maureen looked outside the windows. All the lights in the apartment were off, except for the small candle that was beside me.
"Wow….it's so pretty," she whispered under her breath. Mark looked outside the window and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Makes you really appreciate New York. Watching it in its beauty at night," Mark said. "The lights really make you think and fall in love with the City again."
Mark smiled.
"It's the center of the universe."
I nodded. "Damn right it is."
"Well, I'm going to bed," Maureen told us. She kissed Mark's cheek and whispered something in his ear. She then left us and went into their room. Mark smirked to himself and I looked at him. I rolled my eyes.
"You retard."
Mark was puzzled. "What?" he asked me.
"Go get her."
"What are you talking about Roger?" Mark asked me. I glared at him.
"You can not be serious. Dude, go her up," I ordered him. Mark, somewhat appalled, quickly nodded and went into their bedroom.
I continued strumming Musetta's Waltz softly for about ten minutes. I looked at the clock. The red numbers declared that it was 3:20.
"Oh Mark! Stop it, your going too hard!"
I became quickly disgusted and wondered if Mimi and I were ever that loud when we had sex. I heard Maureen squealing a bit more and Mark groaning.
At that point, I went to bed, slightly disgusted. Oh well, what can you do?
I went to bed and laid on the springy uncomfortable bed, with the windows open. My guitar was laying beside me and I watched the clock slowly let time fly by.
I looked at the photograph beside my bed. It was of Mimi. She was smiling, her crazy curly hair was straightened and she had on very little makeup. She was wearing a long white dress and smiling that huge smile. I couldn't help but smile back at Mimi. My Mimi…
My Mimi…
Mimi wore that wedding dress a year and a half ago, when we stood in front of the alter, proclaiming our love to each other for all eternity. But then, seven months later she slipped away from me. She caught the flu, and she couldn't fight it off. She could fight off the disease and she slipped away. She left me.
I twisted the ring on my ring finger constantly. It was one of the few things I had to remind me of her. Even though I didn't even really need those things. I loved Mimi. We pledged our love to each other for eternity.
And for eternity I will always love my Mimi…
My Mimi…
I went to bed that night, with the photograph on my guitar, reminiscing the Mimi that I loved with all my heart. My Mimi, that disappeared, and can never come back. My Mimi.
My Mimi…
Yay, two chapters up tonight, I promise. DO NOT STEAL SONG LYRICS
But you can compliment me on them :3