Author Notes: Oook, sorry for the wait. Here is Maureen's chapter!
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My Name is…
Chapter 4: Maureen
It wasn't as if I had anything else to do. Joanne was at work and I didn't have any protests coming up, and it's not like I have a job. So today I decided to head over to the loft and bother the boys a bit.
"Marky! Roger!" I exclaimed before I even made up the stairs. Call it a warning that I was on my way. But instead of hearing groans of protest I was met with…silence.
Hmmm….
Must be asleep. Oh well, I'll change that. I giggled to myself, swinging my key in my hand, the same key I had when I moved in and I took it when I moved out.
"All right boys! Up and at em'!" I exclaimed as I slid the door open. Their loft was as messy as usual and it seemed empty until I finally glanced over and saw Mark fast asleep on the couch.
'What is he doing there?'
Sighing, I walked over to the couch and stood over it, staring at Mark's peacefully sleeping form. I have to admit he is a looker. Probably the cutest nerd I've ever seen but I've moved on. Men just don't do it for me anymore. Now women on the other hand…
Just then, Mark moaned, mumbling something incoherently and rolled over, one eye popping open. I smiled.
"Morning!"
The groan of protest.
"What are you doing here?" he mumbled, pulling his blanket over his head.
"I was bored." I stated.
"So you brought your boredom here?" his voice mumbled through the blanket.
"And why not?" I said, sitting down on the couch.
"Ow! Maureen my legs!"
Oops…that's what that was. He grumbled and pulled his legs closer to his chest, allowing me some room to sit down.
"So what are you doing on the couch anyway?"
"No reason." He replied.
Liar.
"Oh please Mark. I know your bed sucks but this things isn't much better."
He didn't respond, just rolled his eyes and rested his head on the arm of the couch. I looked around, trying to figure out what his absurd reason was for sleeping on the couch. Then I noticed it, Rogers door was open and I didn't hear any snoring…
"Wait, did Roger come home last night?"
Silence.
"Mark…"
"No I guess not…" he mumbled, he looked defeated.
"Aw, you waited up for him didn't you?"
"Shut up Maureen." He said, and stood up from the couch and headed into the bathroom.
"Oooh bitter man…" I could hear him sigh as he slammed the bathroom door. I rolled my eyes, not about to let him leave me, and strolled over.
"Oh chill out Mark…" I said, opening the door, seeing Mark trying to take a piss. He saw me and flipped. His eyes bugging out of their sockets.
"Maureen! Get out!"
"Oh please. It's not like I haven't seen it before."
Door slam.
I sauntered back over to the couch. Minutes later he walked back out, a blush still on his face from being walked in on.
"So what are we doing today?" I asked.
"What do you mean 'we'?" he asked, while making himself a cup of tea.
"Oh come on Mark! I'm so bored! Let's do something! We never hang out anymore…"
"I'm sure there's a reason for that Mo."
"Pfft. Come on. Lunch. My treat."
He stared at me, his eyes already saying yes. I know he can't turn down a free meal.
"Fine." He sighed.
"Yay! Now go change."
He rolled his eyes again, taking his cup of tea into his room. I waltzed around the loft, almost admiring the mess he and Roger have spread all over the place. At least when I lived here it was cleaner. One would think Mimi would clean up a bit around here but I guess she's spends enough time keeping her own apartment clean.
"Almost ready?" I call out.
"Jesus give me a minute!" he calls back.
I giggle to myself, proud that I'm able to get him to go out and even more thankful that I decided to come over today. I can just picture him sitting on the couch all day waiting for Roger to come home. And when he doesn't he'll eventually go out and film and when he comes home tonight, again he'll find Roger either isn't here or is already asleep and there will no room for conversation or questioning of where he was or why he didn't come home. In most cases this results in a fight between them, causing Roger to storm out and go to Mimi's or Mark to run off to go to…well, nowhere. He'll wander the city until he gets cold enough and goes home or Roger will feel guilty and go look for him. Either way, nothing positive would come of Mark staying home all day. Hence the reason I'm here.
And besides…
It kills me to see him so lonely now. We both know that in a matter of years it'll be just us. Me, him and Joanne. Everyone else will have….
"Ready Maureen?"
"Yep! Let's go."
We know it's only a matter of years but for right now I can only take care of him. It's all I can do. Especially since I don't want to admit that I'm scared too.
My name is Maureen Johnson, and I'm one of the one's to survive.
Author Notes: I hope you liked. Sorry for the wait, work is a bitch. "All I Have is You" will be updated soon, in the mean time, please read and review my new one-shot "Save Me". It's Mark/Roger. Let me know what you think of this too. lol. See you soon!