When Mark made his way the Life Café he looked at the clock, hopping that he wasn't late. Being late reminded him of when he was with Maureen, and she was ALWAYS late for everything. The clock said 5:45. Mark was glad he was ahead of time, and went towards the bathroom to get the snow out of his hair. He didn't want to look like a loser. Mark fixed his hair and then left the bathroom. As soon as he came out of the bathroom, he saw his friends outside. They looked like they were looking for someone. I bet they're looking for me Mark thought to himself. He taped on the door and Collins saw him and pointed at him. Then, the gang came into the Café.
"You okay?" Joanne asked.
"Yeah, of course. I'm just REALLY nervous." Mark answered.
Mark looked at his friends who were acting really strange.
Mimi, Maureen, Collins and Angel were in one big huddle, whispering to each other.
"Joanne, what are they doing?" Mark asked.
"They're planning on how to spy on you and your date." Joanne answered.
"This is ridiculous" Roger said.
"You're right, Roger. You don't have to stare at every person who comes in the door." Mark said.
Mark sat down on one of the benches in the lobby of the café.
Mark stared at his friends who were acting like secret service.
"I'm on this job Pookie! I will everything I can to serve and protect you, in the snow and sleet and in the darkness of night." Maureen said.
"Maureen… you sound like a dedicated mailman." Roger said.
I can't believe I wanted to have them with me. Mark thought to himself. Maureen came totally dressed in camouflage and wearing dark sunglasses. It would have been funny if she showed up this way for one of Roger's dates, but it wasn't funny at all for Mark, because it was his life on the line.
"Remind me to yell at her later." Mark told Collins.
"Got it boss." Collins said.
"Collins, Joanne you know she could be the one. This could be it, the girl of my dreams." Mark said.
"Who will end up cheating on you for another woman." Roger said.
"I don't think that could really happen to me again… but I'll never know until I meet her, will I?" Mark asked.
"How are you supposed to know it's her, Mark?" Joanne asked.
"She wrote that she'll be wearing a red sweater and a black skirt." Mark said.
The rest of the huddle broke up, and Angel took 4 walkie-talkies out of her backpack.
"I need some air." Mark said.
"Here Mark, take one of these." Angel said.
"Why?" Mark asked.
"Incase we need you." Mimi said.
Mark ingnored them, but grabbed the walkie-talkie anyway.
Mark went into the bathroom again and washed his hands, and then came back to the café pasing back and forth.
Mark looked at the clock. 5:59. One more minute, it's almost time. Mark thought to himself and he looked for a woman in black and red, but saw none. Guys with red t-shirts and black jeans, but that was as close as it came to matching.
"Mark- can you here me?" Mimi said.
"Yes, I can." Mark said.
"Listen, stay where you are, so I can here you." Angel said.
"Okay." Mark answered.
"Now that I can hear you and you can hear me, come to the lobby." Angel said.
"FINE!" Mark answered and walked fast towards the lobby.
"Why is it so important for me to come here guys? I'm trying to find my date. I don't want a wild goose chase!" Mark said.
"Guess what?" Collins asked.
"Chicken butt! I don't know, what?" Mark said getting annoyed.
"Muffy- I mean Alison's here." Maureen said.
"So what?" Mark said.
"She's alone." Mimi said.
"I guess Benny won't be talking to her tonight." Mark answered.
"She looks like she's waiting for her date to show up." Angel said
"Benny will get over it." Mark said.
"She looks really pretty tonight, Mark. Pretty for a special someone." Collins said.
Mark just stared at his friends, he was getting anxious and annoyed.
"Good for them." Mark said.
"He doesn't get it." Joanne said.
"Mark, Muffy- I mean Alison is wearing a red shirt and black skirt. She's sitting at a table for 2- Alone." Roger said.
A/N- That's it--The end. Make up your own ending. I'm done with this fanfic-thanks to all those bad reviews. At first I was okay with one bad comment... but then I saw all my new comments were bad. I don't know if I'll ever finish this story, but maybe it's for the better. But, next time if you think my work is bad, could you you say it nicer? Like I said before, I'm up to any suggestions you guys give me.