Moritz's POV
After dinner, Mark, Roger, Mimi and I walk back to their building. I still can't think of it as my hone yet, though Joanne had so warmly welcomed me in.
Roger seems to be shoving Mark around on the sidewalk, though I can't tell if Roger is drunk or not. I walk behind them and Mimi, hanging back, still unsure of my status among them.
Suddenly, Mimi is at my side with her arm around me. "Hey, hun. You're not very talkative, are you?"
"I guess I'm just shy. Everyone has been so kind to me, even though I've done nothing for you. I should tell you, I'm useless, I'm disaster. But no one seems to mind."
"Moritz, no one is expecting anything of you. We just like your company. To be honest, you remind most of us of ourselves when we were your age."
A certain wave familiarity hits me, and without thinking, I glance over at her, down at her petite frame. She doesn't notice, but I blush furiously in the dusk.
As we reach the apartment, Roger slides his arm around Mimi's wait and winks at me as he unlocks their door. Mark and I climb another flight of stairs and push back the flat's door. Mark starts towards the cupboard where Roger had taken the booze from the night before. Mark, however, stops and looks back at me before changing directions and flops out on the worn couch. I get the idea that Mark usually spends these lonely Saturday nights alone with a bottle, but he seems to disagree with Roger about me drinking at this age. I fold into a thick chair across from him and he watches me.
"So," he says evidently searching quickly in his head for a topic to break the silence. "You seem to be getting along with Joanne."
I nod, thinking of the kind lawyer who didn't seem bothered by my questions during dinner.
"And…Mimi, on the way home…" he says carefully, in a way that makes me want to slap myself again and again for staring at her like that tonight.
I nod again, this time without meeting his eyes.
A knock from the staircase outside relieves the moment. The door slides open and I close my eyes when Mimi's face comes into view. I won't stare at her again tonight.
"Hey, I'm just stopping by on my way to work. Check on the kid, make sure you're taking good care of him," she teases Mark. "Is he asleep already?"
She must have caught sight of my closed eyelids. I open them, planning on giving her a sleepy smile, but as her body comes into view, my heart stops.
Her legs are covered in tight blue fabric. Blue stockings, like in my dreams. I feel a stirring, a hardening below my waistline, and I bolt to the bathroom, slam the door and fall apart.
Let's just say that I feel quite clever for weaving Mimi's blue tights(Broadway Version) into Moritz's fantasy dreams from Spring Awakening. I really hope everyone enjoys.