I Just Went To Get Milk, Mark! Chapter 2

We Just Went To Get Rice Krispies, Mark!

Summary: You and Mimi have been spending a lot of time with each other. I get it, I mean, the girl almost died for pities' sake. But come on, I knew him first! I should get first dibs!

Note: I'm sorry it took so long. My excuse is I suck at math and am currently getting a C. So I've been working my boo-tay off to work it up. For those of you who don't care (If i were you, I'd be one of them, so I don't blame you) I really have no other excuse besides I didn't feel like it. I'm sorry. I'll stop talking. Just go read.


"Roger, we're out of milk!" Collins called.

"So?"

"So Mimi and I are the only ones who drink the milk and since I know I didn't have the last cup, you need to go get some since she's your girlfriend!" Collins countered. Roger just looked at him.

"I drink milk!" I yelled.

"Yeah, that crappy water stuff," Collins pointed out.

"I'll get some later," he said. Collins nodded.

"You better or I'm going to have to body-slam you," Collins threatened. "Speaking of Mimi, where the hell is she?" he asked.

"At school," Roger said. He flipped through the channels. "Hey look, we get more than one channel today!" Roger yelled happily. He turned onto MeTV. For some strange reason that I couldn't place, he liked the Brady Bunch. Of course we all watched the Twilight Zone. We'd put the volume low and make up our own story.

"What's her major?" Collins asked. He'd taken it as his personal responsibility to make sure Mimi was all right, seeming as An…Angel wasn't around to do it.

"American history," Roger answered. "She wants to be a history teacher for some reason," Roger said.

"Ooh, a teacher! Maybe she can teach at NYU with me," Collins mused aloud.

"Oh, you're back at NYU?" I asked.

"Yeah. Apparently, a few students complained when I quit. Oddly enough, the complaints were anonymous," he said, staring at Roger and I. I blushed and Roger smiled. We may have had something to do with that… "So they give the job back."

"Well, we're very proud of you," I said. Collins shrugged.

"GUYS!" a voice yelled. "I lost my key, let me in!" of course, Maureen.

"Why should we let you in girl? That's the fifth key we've given you this month, and it's only the sixth," Collins yelled through the door.

"I've got a key," another voice yelled. Joanne.

"I don't care who gets us in, but I'm fucking freezing!" yet another voice called. Definitely Mimi. Only she could swear in every sentence. If not more than once in the sentence.

"Hold yer horses!" Maureen yelled. I heard a yelp, a "Pookie! That wasn't nice," a "Life isn't nice. Obviously," another shriek, and thump and then the door opened to reveal the three girls, all looking like they were in pain. Mimi was holding her bag like a shield.

"Maureen? What did you do to the poor girl?" Collins asked, gesturing to Joanne whose hair was sticking up in random places. Maureen smiled evilly and Joanne shivered, brushing past Maureen. Mimi ran in and jumped into Roger's lap. Roger held her protectively, giving Maureen a look. Maureen stuck her tongue out at him. I sat down on one of the stools. Maureen came over and made a move to sit in my lap. I got up quickly. Joanne sat down. Maureen bounced over and sat in her lap instead.

"How was school?" Joanne asked.

"Okay. I hate algebra. It's too fucking hard," she said miserably.

"I could help you with that. I love algebra," Joanne said happily. Mimi smiled back.

"We should get going Pookie. It's late," Maureen said.

"It is?"

"Yeah." Maureen raised her eyebrows. Oh, gross. I don't need to know when they do it!

"It is. Let's go Honey Bear," Joanne said, getting up and pulling Maureen away. EW! Come on Joanne, you're usually the nicer one!

"Oh wow," Mimi laughed.

"I gotta get going too. Papers to grade," he said.

"Oh come on, you know you're going to give all five of them big fat F's," Roger said.

"You never know," Collins said. We all gave him a look. "It's the principle of the thing." He smiled at walked out. It was just the three of us…alone…me…with Mimi and Roger…alone…shit.

"I'm going to Lanesha's," I announced. No, she's not my girlfriend.

"Ooh! You're girlfriend's place!" Mimi squealed. Okay, maybe she is my girlfriend.

"Bye." I left.


I came back about three hours later. Her brother was there. "Roger? Mimi?" I heard nothing. Don't panic. "ROGER? MIMI?" still nothing. Okay, panic! I raced to their room. Nothing. I went to the balcony and leaned over to look at Mimi's place. No lights. Nothing. Not even any noises. Okay, they're fine. They have to be. Roger's responsible. Kind of. Then again…oh my goodness they're probably dead!

"Roger? Where the fuck were you?!" I yelled.

"I still don't understand why you needed both kinds of Rice Krispies," a voice said.

"I like to mix them."

"Gross."

"I lived by myself for four years okay? I did what I wanted to do. And I wanted to mix my Rice Krispies," the second voice answered indignantly.

"Okay okay, mix your Rice Krispies!"

"Roger? Mimi?" I asked.

"Waz up?" Mimi yelled. I walked in and she grinned goofily at me. I tried to hide my panic. I grabbed Roger's arm and pulled him into the bathroom.

"Where the hell were you?"

"At the store. I've done that many times," he said slowly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Do we need to revisit Christmas Eve last year? You know the me being a big boy thing?" he said. I sighed.

"I just get nervous, okay?" I said. I was about to say something else when Mimi called Roger and he went to her. My blood boiled. I was talking here!!!!!!!!

"Mimi, what do you-"

"ROGER!" I yelled. I ran in and saw the two of them frozen. "You and Mimi have been spending a lot of time with each other. I get it, I mean, the girl almost died for pities' sake. But come on, I knew him first! I should get first dibs!" I yelled. I took a deep breath to calm myself. I went to the fridge to grab a beer. I usually didn't drink beer, but when the occasion calls…I took a swig. GROSS! THAT TASTES SOOOOOO BAD! Although I already feel a bit drunk.

"I'm sorry Mark. I didn't know you felt that way," Mimi said.

"You shoulda told me. I would've spent more time with you," Roger said.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have overreacted," I apologized.

"You know what we can do?" Mimi asked. Roger and I looked at her. "WE CAN MAKE ALMOND CRESCENT COOKIES!" she squealed.

"No!" Roger yelled. I started laughing. Hard. Like, I can't breathe.

"Yes!" I laughed. Mimi started giggling and pulled out some almonds.

"I'll crack and crush the almonds, Mark can mix all the ingredients and Roger can shape the cookies," she giggled.

"NO!" Roger groaned.

"YES!"


For those of you who have read my Almond Crescent Cookies Are Magical story, you get the ending. For those of you who haven't the ending is much funnier if you read it (hint hint).
So...thoughts?