Disclaimer: Nope, Still don't own it.
Authoress Note: Holy Cow! My first update to this story in five months! I am SO sorry for the delay! Also, there's been a change of pen name pour moi. Same me, different name. Also, I know this is too short for its own good.
So, here it is, Enjoy!
A Season of Love,
-The authoress formerly known as VivaLaVieBohemeA, now known as Galinda05
ALEXIA'S POV
I put my head in my hands. "Stef, you are such a doofus!" How could she be so aggravating and not even realize it? "Now Arthur's going to think that Mark's not here at the restaurant, period! He'll think he stood me up or something!"
"Baby, it's not that big of a-" Mark began, but I just interrupted him.
"Yes it is a big deal! My brother can be a psychopath! He might hate you for like, eternity!"
Arthur Hemming was fairly certain that the colour of his face rivaled that of a tomato. Or a fire truck.
Who was the schmuck that was…
It had to be Mark.
He seized the leather collar and pulled the blond up to his own height. The blond's tennis shoes just barely stayed on the ground. "So, you're cheating on my sister, are you?"
"What? Who the hell are you?" Roger shouted, fighting away from the muscular figure that had him by the coat collars.
Mimi flung a high heel that she'd managed to wrestle off in a matter of seconds. "Let go of him you walrus!"
Arthur dodged the projectile and kept his attention on Roger. "Who are you?"
"I'm Roger! Roger Davis!"
Arthur stopped dead in his tracks. "You're not Mark Cohen?"
"No, he's my roommate!"
Whoops.