Disclaimer: Everything besides the story idea belongs to Jonathan Larson.
A/N: Dun dun dun. Yeah. Someone walked in. Now you get to find out :-p
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Screwed
"Stay down" Roger hissed, pulling away from Maureen and pulling his head over the couch. "Oh, hey Collins."
Collins walked over, leaning on the back of the couch. "Hey man. Did I wake you up? Sorry if I did. I was just in the neighborhood and decided to stop by." Roger laughed slightly, trying to figure if he could get Collins out faster so Maureen wouldn't have to stay crouched on the couch. "Uh yeah…you did wake me up" he said awkwardly, his face turning red. "I was asleep! Yeah, I was sleeping" he said with a squeak. Maureen had laced her arm around his waist and had one of her hands in his back pocket.
"Are you okay Roger?" he asked, studying his face. "Jesus man, I don't even want to know who is down there"
"No!" he cried, partly to Maureen and partly to Collins. "Nobody is down there. I just…uh… hit my leg on one of the broken springs, that's all." Collins smirked, nodding. "I'm supposed to believe that? That was a terrible excuse." He peered over the side of the couch "Hi Mi…" He trailed off, realizing the person next to Roger wasn't Mimi. "Maureen?"
"Uh…um...hi Collins." she said with a blush, trying to hide her black eye. "How are ya?" His jaw dropped slightly, seeing her arm around his waist. "I'm not even going to ask" he said, shaking his head. "No! Collins, it isn't like that." She said frantically, taking her arm off of Roger.
Roger looked at Maureen. "Look, I need to talk to Collins… why don't you…" She nodded, getting off of the couch and keeping her head down, walking into one of the bedrooms.
Collins looked at Roger, raising his eyebrow. "What happened to Joanne? What happened to Mimi?" Roger grimaced at the sounds of their names. "Oh. Right. Well, you know Mimi and I broke up and now she's back with Benny. And well Joanne…" he sighed, rubbing his head. "She hit Maureen and that's why she's here."
"Joanne hit Maureen?" he asked in disbelief. Roger nodded. "That's how she got that black eye…" Collins sighed. "You are so screwed when Mark gets back, I hope you know that." Roger looked at him, confused. "Why do you say that?"
Collins shook his head at Roger. "I'm not blind. I saw you two. Mark is going to kill you. He still loves her." Roger cursed, rubbing his head. "Just go, okay? Maureen needs someone right now, and that someone isn't Mark." Collins shook his head again. "I'm disappointed in you…" he said, leaving the loft.
Roger sighed, hitting his head on the side of the couch. He was so screwed when Mark got back. Mark still loved her. But she kissed him, not Mark.
"This is going to get ugly…" he muttered, getting up to go find Maureen.
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A/N: Yeah. Sorry to everyone who thought it was Mark or Mimi. That would have been the easy choice. :-p