A/N: Yeah. I need more reviews. Kthnxbye.

"What the hell, Cohen? Are you out of your freakin' mind?!" Roger Davis shrieked as soon as he and his friend had entered their loft. They had just left The Life Café.

Mark sighed and flopped down on the couch. "You know what? I think I am."

"Obviously. You just won the 'Dumbass of the Year' award in my book. You completely lied to your friends and told everyone that you've got a girlfriend. Nice job."

"Shut up, Rog, you're not making this any better," Mark muttered sadly, "I dunno what happened...it just...slipped out. I knew you'd figure out I was lying." Getting up and pacing around the room frantically, he continued, "Just don't tell Maureen! The whole reason this came about in the first place is 'cause I don't want to seem like I'm a lost soul without her."

Roger blinked. "Mark...you are a lost soul without Maureen."

"Once again, shut up or I'll bash your face in."

"As if. You couldn't swat a fly."

Mark wanted to curl up and hit his head on the coffee table repeatedly. He felt like an idiot. Lying had been a stupid thing to do. Stephanie Morris, his imaginary girlfriend, was non-existent. But he'd bragged about her for a good fifteen minutes. He ran a hand through his blonde hair. "Roger, what am I supposed to do?"

Roger shrugged. "No idea. You got yourself into this mess. Get yourself out of it." He grabbed his guitar and headed into his bedroom and Mark heard him chuckle and mutter, "You are so screwed."

"...Thanks a lot."

Angel Dumott Schunard was simply ecstatic. Thomas B. Collins, on the other hand, was not. Angel sat cross-legged on the couch, flipping through a magazine and babbling on and on.

"Collins, aren't you happy for Mark? I know I am."

Collins sighed. "Baby, I––"

"I bet she's nice. I'd like to meet her. You think I'd scare her?"

"Angel girl, I don't think Mark—–"

Angel interrupted him once again. "I wonder if she's pretty."

"ANGEL!"

Angel finally looked up at Collins. "What, honey?"

"I think Mark's lying to us," Collins finally finished, getting up to grab the only can of beer they had in the refrigerator. Angel scurried after him, clutching onto the magazine. Collins took the beer and whirled around to find Angel standing in front of him. He jumped.

"Damn!" He almost dropped the beer.

Angel giggled before asking, "You really think so?"

"Think what?"

Sigh. "That Mark is lying."

"Oh, yeah, duh. He was never a very good liar. You'd have to be stupid not to notice."

Angel raised her eyebrows. "Are you calling me stupid?"

Collins chuckled, placing the beer on the counter and wrapping his arms around Angel. "No. Maybe he was telling the truth and I was the stupid one, for all I know."

"Good answer," Angel teased, tapping Collins' nose lightly.

Wow...he has a girlfriend. Maureen couldn't believe it. Mark had moved on from her pretty quickly. She convinced herself that she wasn't jealous, of course, but she supposed it was kind of shocking.

But why shouldn't he have a girlfriend? asked the reasoning in her mind. You got one yourself only a month or two after the break-up.

Maureen was confused. She felt a hand on her shoulder, prompting her to jump and whirl around. Joanne was standing behind her, her eyebrow raised.

"You're thinking about it, huh?"

Maureen blinked. "About what?"

"I'm not stupid, Maureen. And I don't blame you. Mark has a girlfriend and it's scaring the hell out of you, right?"

The one thing about Joanne that simply amazed Maureen was her ability to always know what was on her girlfriend's mind. "You scare the hell out of me," she joked, winking.

"Ha-ha. You're hilarious."

"Watch it, Miss Sarcasm," Maureen warned, tapping Joanne on the nose.

Joanne rolled her eyes. "I think you scratched my nose with your damn manicured nails."

"You're simply hilarious, too, Joanne." Maureen let out a sigh and looked into Joanne's eyes. "It's just kinda weird...seeing him with someone else, you know?"

Joanne nodded sympathetically. "Yeah, I know. I personally think it's kinda creepy. Scrawny pale-ass Mark got a girlfriend. She must be a saint to tolerate him."

Maureen literally laughed out loud at Joanne's attempt to make her feel better.

"But you got me, right?" She put an arm around Maureen's shoulders and kissed her cheek.

Maureen simply nodded. "Thanks, baby."