A/N: Howdy, everybody! Sorry I haven't worked on this one, in case none of you noticed, I put up a Harry Potter fic instead (ad fully intended).

It's in third person this chapter, in case you were wondering.

Thimbles from the author,
SARAN VD

Slitting Her Wrists in the Bathroom?

The Confrontation

When Mark arrived at the loft, no one else was home, but there was a message left on the machine.

"Hey, Roger, it's Mom. I just went to the bookstore to get a new cookbook, and guess what I saw? There was a cookbook by April Erikkson there. If it's the same April, maybe you can get together with her instead of that wretched girl Mimi. Roger, seriously, consider it. Call me when you get this."

Mark quickly deleted the message.

By the time Mimi, Roger, Angel, Collins, Maureen, and Joanne got back (drunk, of course), Mark was asleep. But not for long.

"MARK!" shrieked Maureen. "GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"

Mark groaned and joined them in the main room. "Whozair?" he said groggily. He was still in his jeans and t-shirt from earlier.

"We are, and we have a bone to pick with you."

"That can't be good," he mumbled.

"You're damn right it's not!"

"Maureen?" asked Joanne cautiously. "Honeybear?"

Maureen's demeanor was immediately sweet and gentle. "Yes Pookie?"

"Why are you so angry?"

"BECAUSE MARK DIDN'T TELL US THAT HE WAS GOING OUT WITH APRIL!"

"What?!" gasped Mimi, Angel, Collins, and Joanne.

"I hate to say I told you so," said Roger.

"Why do you say that?" asked Mark.

"I saw you kiss her."

Insert astonished reactions here.

"Yeah, so what?" Mark snapped. "What does it matter? Aren't you happy that I have a girlfriend, finally?"

"Yeah, but it's your best friends ex!" Mimi hissed. "You don't ever date your best friend's ex!"

"Well, her ex is engaged, so I don't see the harm!"

"Well, I do!" said everyone else.

"Well that's too bad," said Mark, and he stomped back to his room.

April's POV
Roger called me at three in the morning. Lucky for him, I was awake.

"Hello?" I whispered.

"April?" asked Roger, loudly. "Why are you whispering?"

I giggled. "Sorry."

"That's better. How was your date?"

"Oh, you know about that?"

"Yep."

"It was ok."

"Just ok?"

"Well, I don't know…"

"You can tell me."

"You'll tell Mark!"

"No I won't."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Yeah, just ok."

"What made it 'just ok'?"

"I really don't know," I said, realizing it was true. "It just was."

"So, it wasn't bad?"

"No."

"Wanna hang out tomorrow? Just the two of us?"

"Roger, are you coming on to me?" I said nervously.

"No!" He laughed. "I just wanna catch up."

"Fine. Where and when?"

"The loft, tomorrow afternoon. Do you still have keys?"

"How did you know?"

"Lucky guess. See you then." He hung up.

I yawned, closed my notebook, and went to sleep.