AN- Here's chapter 16, wow, I've worked by ass off doing this story and no one reviews. Here, I'll make you guys a deal, you review my story, I'll review your story. There, enjoy this next chapter.
Mark and Gwen sat silently on the floor for a long time. Gwen was still holding Mark's hand, stroking it softly. She was a little concerned about Mark's quickly change of attitude towards her. Maybe he's bipolar. She thought, hoping that was the case. Mark looked at the floor, the linoleum tile's busy pattern made him slightly dizzy. After about forty-five minutes, Gwen finally spoke.
"Mark…" She said softly. "If you want to leave, I'll understand." Gwen sighed, letting his hand slip from her grip. "But please, if you go, tell me why…why such a change in your mood?"
Mark took her hand again, and shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry." He looked at her for the first time in nearly an hour. "Gwen, this is so new to me. If you don't mind me saying, I've never dated a…" He stopped.
"You can say it. Drag Queen, Transvestite, Transsexual, Crossdresser." Gwen smiled weakly. "That's what I am."
Mark smiled as well. "I've never dated a drag queen." He said finally. "You see, before the other day, I thought I was straight…but then I met you, and now I think…I think I may be…bisexual." He chuckled lightly. "I was afraid to admit it at first…that's why I wasn't to keen on staying at my apartment for too long…my roommates don't know you're a man. But, if it's at all any comfort to you, I still see you as a girl, a very sexy one." He kissed Gwen on the cheek.
Gwen giggled loudly, her cheeks blushing. "Mark…" She said in mid-giggle. "I don't know what to say…" She felt his grip on her hand tighten.
"Say you love me." Mark grinned.
Gwen's eyes widened, she was obviously delighted. "Oh! I do!" She hugged him. "I love you!" She squealed excitedly.
Mark got up, smiling broadly. He helped Gwen and pulled her into a tight embrace. She kissed him softly, smiling as well. Mark looked at the time on Gwen's microwave. Only 9:00 PM. Mark had an idea.
"Hey Gwen, let's go back to my place. You can meet the gang." He said quickly. "What do you say?"
"Really? Are you sure?" Gwen asked softly. Mark nodded. "Totally, yeah, let's go now Mark!" She beamed.
"Let me just grab my coat…" Mark said walking to the couch.
MEANWHILE
Every couple of minutes, Roger sighed, looking at the door to Collins' bedroom. What the fuck are they doing in there? He wondered, slightly annoyed. Mimi was getting irritated by Roger's obsessive need-to-keep-an-eye-on-Collins behavior. Maureen was singing along to a song that blasted from the speakers of the stereo. Joanne was cheering her on.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the door to Collins' room swung open. Both Jesse and Tom strolled out of the room; arm's linked, and walked over to a vacant couch. They sat down and looked at everyone. Jesse smiled nervously.
"We…we didn't do anything. I promise." He said, knowing that they were probably worried that he and Collins might have done a little hanky-panky without protection.
Roger sighed loudly, obviously relieved. "Well, what the hell took you so long?" He asked rudely. Mimi smacked him. "What the fuck was that for?"
"Dammit Roger, sometimes you're rude and don't even know it!" She got up and folded her arms. "You can be such a fucking jerk sometimes."
Jesse's eyes darted from Mimi to Roger nervously. "Uh…please don't fight…"
He was cut off by Roger standing up. "Well you're a bigger bitch than anything. You are SO good at pissing me off." Roger yelled.
Mimi's eyes filled with tears and she ran towards the door. "Yeah! Go shoot up some more crack you fuckin' druggie!" He yelled before she ran out of the room, slamming the heavy door behind her.
Maureen and Joanne grew silent, they stared at Roger, their mouth's gaping. Jesse had grabbed Collins' hand and was staring at Roger as well. Collins shook his head sadly.
"Roger…that wasn't cool." Collins said slowly.
"Wasn't cool? Well maybe if she was such a fucking bitch all the time! All she does is yell at me to be nice, do this do that. I'm fucking sick of it." He said angrily.
Collins got up and put his arm on Roger's shoulder. "Roger, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but seriously, you can be a real jerk sometimes…" He mumbled.
"It's none of you're goddamn business. So you can go fuck yourself." Roger said, as calmly as he could muster.
Just as he said that the door swung open, Mark and Gwen walked in. They looked at Roger and Collins, then at each other.
"Uh…hi guys…this is Gwen." Mark said, trying to break the silence that had taken over when he walked in. Gwen smiled slightly and waved.
"Hi." She said quietly, grasping Mark's hand. They both knew something was wrong, but decided not to say anything.
