Roger pushed Ashley and spun around. Mimi was standing there looking clearly hurt. Tears were already streaming down her face.
"Mimi…" Roger started. Before he could explain himself, Mimi pushed past him and ran down the street. Roger rounded on Ashley. "Look what you've done!" Ashley smiled smugly. Groaning, Roger grabbed his shopping bag and ran after Mimi.
Mimi ran down the street, into her building, and up to her loft. Blinded by tears, she began to throw things around. When she heard the door open, she spun around.
"Mimi-" Roger started again.
"Get out!" yelled Mimi as she began to throw Roger's things at him. "Get the hell out of my apartment!"
"Let me explain, please."
"Explain what!? I got the message loud and clear! Tell me Roger; was that the best damn kiss of your life? I hope so, because it'll be the last kiss you'll ever get. Now, get the hell out!" Roger grabbed what clothes he could and stuffed them in a duffel bag. "I'll bring by the rest of your shit later." Without looking back, Roger left. He'd let Mimi cool off, and then explain himself. She had to understand, she just had to.
Roger mounted the flight of stairs to the loft. He knew that Mark and Collins would let him stay with them while he cleaned up this mess. Roger slid open the door and found Collins and Mark playing a game of chess.
"Hey," Mark said. "What's wrong with Mimi? We could hear her screaming." Roger flopped down on the couch.
"I need a place to stay for a while. Ashley kissed me, and Mimi saw. She kicked me out before I could tell her that it wasn't my fault. Collins chuckled and shook his head.
"Boy, I told you that she was bad news when you two dated in high school," he said. "Ashley's always been a brat. Give Mimi a few days to cool off and have the girls talk to her." Roger nodded. He got up off the ancient couch and called Maureen and Joanne. They agreed to try and talk to Mimi. Slightly satisfied, Roger sat back down on the couch and watched the chess game.
Maureen and Joanne knocked on the door to Mimi's place. When she didn't answer, they went inside. Mimi was sprawled out on her stomach on the bed, crying and cursing in Spanish.
"Mimi?" Joanne asked. The dancer looked up and desperately tried to wipe the smeared makeup off her face. "Oh honey." Joanne sat next to her on the bed and wrapped her arms around her.
"Ro-Roger kissed that skank! I-I can't b-believe h-him!" Mimi sobbed. Joanne stroked her long hair.
"I know; I know sweetie. He's really worried about you. Why don't you talk to him?"
"There's nothing to talk about. I dumped his sorry ass, end of story."
"Mimi-" Maureen began.
"No! I don't want to talk about it!" Maureen closed her mouth. Joanne rubbed Mimi's back to calm her down.
"Okay, we'll talk about something else. Maureen and I brought you some comfort food." Maureen handed Mimi a plastic bag. Inside was a large tub of cookie dough. Mimi couldn't help but smile ever so slightly.
"Thanks," she said quietly. Maureen sat on the other side of Mimi and gave her a quick hug.
Roger squeezed his eyes shut. Sleep just wouldn't come! After trying to several more minutes, he rolled off the couch and went out on the fire escape. Roger looked out at the street below. This was where he had yelled at Mimi, pushed her away. Now, he would do anything to have her back, to feel her in his arms once again. Roger buried his face in his hands. He couldn't stand the thought that he and Mimi were officially over. Roger looked at the fire escape below. A warm light came from Mimi's apartment. More than anything, Roger longed to go down to see her. The rocker shut his eyes, but quickly opened them again. All he could see was Ashley's smug face. It was almost like she had planned the entire thing from the get go. Roger pushed away from the railing and went back inside to get out of the cold. He curled up on the couch and closed his eyes. The piece of furniture was beyond uncomfortable to sleep on, nothing like Mimi's bed with the dancer's warm body curled up next to his. However, Mark and Collins had taken apart his bed when he had moved out, and he refused to impose
Eventually, Roger drifted off to sleep, but first whispered, "I love you, Mimi."
Mimi sat curled up on the window seat staring out into space. Next to her was the tub of cookie dough, half empty. Mimi hugged her knees to her chest. Movement on the fire escape above her own caught the dancer's attention. She shifted slightly to try and get a better look. Based on the body language, Mimi could tell that it was Roger up there. She got up and put the cookie dough away. She couldn't even stand to look at Roger. She was swearing off all men for now; they were all bastards anyway. Mimi turned off the lights and crawled in bed. Tomorrow, she was working the day shift (the perks of it being Saturday), and then she had to take Roger all his stuff. Mimi drew her blanket close around her. Without Roger, the bed was empty and almost unfamiliar. Also, there was no body heat to keep her warm. Mimi buried her face in her lumpy pillow and willed herself not to cry. She'd shed no more tears over Roger; it's a waste of time; nothing more, nothing less.
A/N: I was thinking of buying the Tick, Tick…Boom! Soundtrack, if you guys who own it could tell me how it is I'd be really grateful!! Oh, and only one more chapter…sorry!!
Tina101