My Eyes

a/n: Yeah, ok, so I took forever updating this one. Writer's block, and tennis season just started, so I've been crazy tired. But I'm recovering, and they should come more frequently now.

Chapter three: Getting Back Betsy

After my early morning escapade on Roger's window, I went back downstairs and promptly fell asleep. I didn't expect him to accept my offer, but it let him know I was interested, as if my little prance about his loft wasn't enough of an indication. But one never could tell; men were stupid. When I woke up, I groggily looked at my clock. 1:30. Realization kicked in, and my head shot up. 1:30! I was supposed to meet Angel a half an hour ago! Dashing out the door, I ran fast and furiously, dodging bad drivers and tourists who weren't paying attention. I saw her standing on a street corner tapping her foot impatiently.

I smiled. She was definitely not easy to miss, in a red Santa Claus dress, white faux fur trim, and zebra print tights, complete with shiny black boots. There were two men by her, one with his arm slung lazily around her shoulders – a tall black man in a beanie and a joint stuck behind his ear – and a man who looked vaguely familiar poking a camera into the face of a sullen-looking homeless man. I tapped her shoulder and she spun around quickly. I brought my heels together and turned out my toes, clasping my hands together, and smiled sweetly, cocking my head to the side, like a puppy. Angel scowled.

"So what's your excuse?"

"Well… I was up late last night talking to this guy who lives upstairs from me. And then, really early this morning, I wrote him a message on his window." The white guy looked at me curiously.

"You're Mimi?" I glanced at him warily.

"Who wants to know?"

"I'm Mark. I live upstairs with Roger." I brightened and shook his hand enthusiastically. I have a feeling we're going to be very good friends." Angel flicked my ear.

"So? Why are you late?"

"I sort of slept in." She rolled her eyes and gestured to the man with her.

"Collins."

"Your new boyfriend?" She smiled and her eyes sparkled.

"Something like that." Collins smiled and took her hand. I liked him.

"So, where are we going?"

X

The afternoon had been spent walking around the richer parts of the city, playing 'If I Had All the Money in the World…" and scaring tourists with impromptu melodramas. Collins was quick and funny. Being partially stoned only helped the situation. Mark seemed content to sit back and film our fun, but he seemed entertained. I got him to play once, in front of these older people. They were picture-perfect tourists. Old, white, clad in Hawaiian shirts, socks pulled up to their knees, sandals, fanny packs (Angel had mimed puking at this), and cameras that never stopped clicking.

"Mark!" I whispered. "They're perfect! Go get 'em!" He started to protest, but I stopped him. "Here. Start talking to your camera. It'll really freak them out!" He sighed and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he brought the camera eyelevel and began wailing.

"Betsy, please! I promise there are no other women! You're the only one for me!" He paused. "The disposable was a one-time fling! It'll never happen again." He grabbed one of the tourists' cameras and held it up. "Randy! Tell Betsy that I'm trust-worthy. He paused again, listening. "See, Betsy? I told you. Randy is never wrong. Please take me back!" He listened once more. His face lit up and he kissed 'Betsy'. "Oh, thank you!" And the two went dancing into the sunset, after he had shoved 'Randy' back to the horrified man. Angel, Collins, and I stifled our laughter until we had rounded a corner, where we promptly began howling with laughter. I checked my watch.

"Oh, hey, it's four. I have to go to work; I've got the early shift. Meet me outside my building around 11?" Angel nodded. "Hey, it was nice to meet you, Mark, Collins. Bye!"

a/n: Yeah, I know, it was a filler chapter. I had intended to make it longer, but then it would be too long, and it doesn't really fit with this chappie. BUT I couldn't just have Mimi do light my candle and then go straight to work the next day. Nope. I had to give her something to do. THIS IS WHAT YOU GET.