Mimi's P.O.V:

I fiddled with my backpack as I walked down the hall. Their was so many things that could go wrong in the next minutes and I was walking right into danger. I knew where Roger was. He loved his music so the only obvious choice was the music room. I waited outside the door trying to get enough confidence to go in. I heard the strums of his gutair through the walls and I felt another boundle of nerves go through my stomach. It was like fear was holding me in place. Sighing I took a couple steps forward and placed my hand on the door knob. He was just a couple feet away. I could walk a couple feet. What was I doing, I needed to talk to him and I, was just waisting time.

In a moment of courage, I turned the door knob. He sat there, back facing me as he strummed his gutair. I don't think he even realized I was their. He looked so perfect sitting their, his blond hair flowing behind him. His strong muscles wrapped around his gutair. Him and his gutair. I wouldn't admit it to anyone but I was jealous, jealous of how much attention he gave that instrument. How pathetic is that, I'm jealous of an object.

I closed the door, slowly so he wouldn't hear. I took a couple steps forward, I was now close enough where I could touch him if I really stretched out my arm. I took a chance and placed my hand on his shoulder. For a second I thought he would turn around and hug me and we'll live happily ever after but he froze instead. He turned around quickly, forcing me to drop my hand. His eyes were wide just before they narrowed at the site of me.

"What are you doing here Mimi?" He said voice low like he was trying to not be mad but failing, he was practically yelling at me. I bite my lip, before I reached out to him again.

"I should tell you, I—I should tell-"

"I should tell you, I should tell you" he whispered placing his hand on my cheek as he took a step forward. I could feel his warm breath touch my forehead. With him this close to me it felt so...complete. He closed his eyes as he pushed away from me. I immediately missed the contact and wished for it back. He turned around as I quickly ran towards him and grabbed his arm, only to be pushed off as he turned to face me again with anger ablazed in his eyes.

"No" he spat. "Just take your stuff and leave!" He yelled. I felt helpless, I just want to talk. I hated this, I hated when we fight. It gives me this ugly feeling in my gut that I just want to be gone. Tears pricked my eyes but I didn't want to cry more today. I had already cried enough. Cautiously, I stepped forward again.

"Roger, I really Iike you" I whispered, gently reaching up touch his face. I felt his light stubble that ran across his jaw. He scoffed his reply, again, pushing me away.

"So that's it huh, looking for romance? I'm not going to lie, I have baggage-"

"-I've got baggage too... but I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine" I whispered. He closed his eyes tightly. As if he was trying to shut me out but I didn't care, he needed to hear me. "Don't think about past mistakes, life is filled with them. Think about us" I added bitting my lip, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my heart. "Only us". I said softly. In truth, I wasn't even sure he heard. He just paused, not talking. I didn't know what he was going to do. I just knew I really liked him.

"My girlfriend killed herself" he choked out, voice cracking he opened his eyes to reveal them filling with tears, but he never let them fall. "She had aids and s-she gave them to me."

"I know" I whispered.

"I'm dying...I'm going to die" He Said. "and you're dying to. I can't let you die Mimi...I can't" he started to move his hand away but I grabbed it tighter. Keeping it in place.

"Roger, everyone's going to die, some sooner than others a-and that just happens to be us but... I want to be with you, I'll risk losing you tomorrow as long as I get to spend today with you." I smiled up at him and pulled him closer. "There is no past or future... just us."

"Only us" he whispered. He stared at me, thinking. "I like you to Mimi." I couldn't help but smile, I was going to die. Soon if I'm correct but today I got Roger so nothing else really mattered. The universe could explode and I'll be here, holding Rogers hand and staring into his eyes. I placed my head on my shoulder, cuddling up to him. Listening to his breathing and his heart beat. It was soothing to hear, to know he wasn't dead.

"Who was that guy you hugged" Roger asked curiously. I couldn't help but laugh when remembering jealous Roger from lunch.

"He was my only friend at school, I told you about him. Remember?"

"That was him? Wow... sorry, I might've acted idiot like when I saw you guys together." He admitted. God, he looked so embarrassed, I've never seen him act like that.

I held him tighter and mumbled an "it's okay" as I snuggled closer to him and closed my eyes. I was emotional drained and wanted to ignore the world for a couple seconds and just think about Roger. I didn't even hear the bell when it rang.

-AN

I feel like I made Roger un Roger like at the end. If I do that with any of the characters please tell me. It's important as an author to portray the characters correctly and I feel like I'm not doing it right. Well anyway, sorry that all mh chapters are short but since I'm posting pretty much once or twice a day I hope that makes up for it. Hope you enjoy the chapter and be sure to review it. Thank you!!