Author's Note: For all of you who read my Mortal Instruments story this may be a sad day, but for all of you who don't today just got better! I'm giving away Mortal Malls and, therefore, will have more time for this! YAY! (More information in chapter 4 of MM!)

Disclaimer: Mark is not mine, he's Symphony's. But Sym's mine so does that make Mark mine too? I like this idea…

Mark's POV (The loft that same night)

The thing I wanted most in the world right now was to go kill Charles. But how was I supposed to do that when I promised Symphony I wouldn't leave? She'd only been asleep for an hour or two and I'd thought about leaving 30 times. Promises sucked.

I got up, careful not to wake up Symphony and grabbed my camera. On my way back to my seat I turned it on and began to replay the film for the last few days. I watched the power go out once or twice, Maureen and Joanne fight numerous times, and Roger sing his new song he wrote for Mimi to Symphony. I saw her face light up when he sang the first note. I'd never been jealous of Roger's voice until that day.

But most of all I saw Symphony. Symphony sitting on the couch. Symphony standing in the doorway. Symphony writing. She's everywhere. The camera loves her.

The screen cuts to a sideways view of Roger and I yelling at each other. It's when Roger accused me of being in love with Symphony. I watch as Roger stands with an air of importance. As if he knows something I don't know. Which I guess he did, or at least he thought he did. I don't love Symphony. At least, I don't think I do…I guess it depends how you define it. I grabbed the random dictionary Collins had 'borrowed' his school to use as firewood A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. Okay, so I did feel affection for Sym. I looked at the rest in the column.

Sexual intercourse. Uh…no. That one didn't count. I read the last one.

Affectionate concern for the well-being of others. Well that pegged it. Of course I cared about Symphony's well-being. But I cared about Roger and the others' well-beings too and I loved them like friends. So I guess the question was whether or not I loved Symphony like that.

I set the book on the floor and replayed the argument I had with Roger. Nothing I saw helped. I heard a chuckle behind me. My head whipped around to see Symphony standing behind me. I almost dropped my camera. I swallowed flipped off the film. "Uh…Symphony I didn't see you there."

She smiled a bit. "That's what you guys were talking about?"

I looked at the ground. "Uh…yeah."

She grinned. "Oh Mark, you do realize that I'd sooner believe Mimi was a billionaire before I'd believe you liked me, right?"

I nodded, but I wasn't sure if that fact was comforting was not.

Roger's POV (Mimi's loft)

I looked at Mimi. "You think they're together yet?" I asked referring to Mark and Symphony.

She shook her head. "It's Mark. He's as blind as a bat."

I fake-glared at her. "It's Symphony. She's as blind as a bat."

Mimi shook her head. "Whatever. Hey!" Her beautiful eyes lit up. "I have an idea. Let's bet on who'll make the first move. I think Sym will. You got Mark?"

I laughed at her choice. "Duh. What do I get when I win?"

Mimi smacked my arm. "When I win I get the privilege of winning."

I shook my head and kissed her on the cheek. "Did I ever tell you I love you?"

"Many times." And she kissed me.

Symphony's POV (Mark's Loft the next evening)

I sat on the couch beside Mark and Maureen. "Mark! I'm so bored!" Maureen whined.

Mark leaned back and closed his eyes. "And you want me to fix that how?"

"I don't know! I'm just bored!" She sighed.

Mimi looked up from her seat on the floor beside Roger. "We could play a game. How about I never?"

Mark frowned. "What is that?"

Mimi rolled her eyes. "Mark you're such a prude."

"Actually, I've never played either." I spoke up.

Mimi got up and walked over to the cupboards. She began to look through them. "Roger, honey. Where's the beer?"

I swallowed and looked at Mark. He was biting his lip looking as worried as I felt.

"Oh, it's at the bottom shelf." Roger answered.

Mimi walked back over carrying two 24-packs of beer. "Okay, so everyone grab a beer while I explain. Basically, you go around in a circle and everyone says something they've never done. If you've done it you drink. Then game ends whenever we get totally trashed or we get bored. Got it?"

Mark and I nodded. I wasn't really in the mood to play a game; I'd rather sleep.

"I'll go first." Joanne says. She thought for a moment. "I've never cheated on my current lover." Maureen picked up her can and sipped looking sorry. Joanne nodded.

I watched in surprise when Roger picked up his beer can for a moment. Mimi's mouth dropped. "Roger!" she practically screamed.

Roger grinned and set his can down. Shaking his head he said, "You really think I'd do that?" He kissed her.

I looked at Mark and grinned. Mark returned my smiled. "They're something aren't they?"

I nodded. "The remind me of my parents a bit." I kept smiling.

"I'm sorry. I-" Mark put his hand on my shoulder. I found myself shuddering at his touch. "Are you cold?" he asked worried.

I shook my head. "It's fine; besides, I'm just tired."

Mark shook his head. "But I'm still sorry. I-" He stopped when he looked up. Everyone was looking at us. "What?"

Angel shook her head. "Oh nothing, honey. Nothing at all."

Collins laughed. "I'll go next. I never finished high school." I sipped some beer. No one else did.

Mimi shook her head. "Oh come on Collins! Sym's the only one who has! That doesn't count!"

"I got one!" Maureen yelled.

"Oh God," I heard Mark mutter beside me. "This should be good."

Maureen flipped him off. "Fuck you, Mark."

Roger frowned. "Oh. I thought you already did. My bad." Mark blushed.

Maureen looked like she wanted to kill him. "Whatever. Here we go: I have never been as oblivious as Mark or Symphony.'

"What?" I asked confused.

Mark's eyebrows knit together. "What are you talking about Maureen?"

Maureen gestured to us. "My point exactly. Now, who's drinking?"

No one did. I looked at Mark. "Does this mean we have to drink?"

Maureen jumped up. "Nope. You have to kiss instead."

"WHAT?" Mark and I yelled.

He looked at me. "Not that I don't like you…you're beautiful…Maureen's just…" He blushed and looked away.

I shook my head and tapped him on the shoulder. "I get it. I, uh, feel the same way." At least, I thought I did. If I didn't like Mark what he said wouldn't have bothered me. So why did it?

"So what do we really do?" Mark asked.

Maureen looked at Mimi. "I tried. Then I guess you have to drink."

I yawned. "Tried what?" I could barely keep my eyes open now. I was drained. I felt myself slump and lean on something. Maureen replied, but I was asleep.

Mark's POV (Seconds later)

I sighed. Symphony was asleep, leaning on me for support. It was something from a movie, not one of my movies, granted, but still. I sat there for moment thinking. Symphony had seen Roger and I fighting earlier, she'd seen my reaction to this, and she still chose to talk to me. Some welcome party I'd thrown her. I heard a chuckle and looked up. Everyone was looking at Symphony and smiling. "What?"

Collins laughed. "As if you didn't know. You love Symphony. Simple as that. She loves you back. Got it?"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Symphony does not love me. Did you not just hear what she said?"

Angel looked at Collins. "How is it that he's so naive?" She looked at me. "She lied."

I shook my head. "Symphony lied. I'd sooner believe Benny told the truth." I looked at Symphony. "Um…how am I supposed to move without waking her up?"

Roger grinned wickedly. "You're not." He stood up followed by the others. "Life Café?" he asked.

A chorus of approval answered and they walked out the door leaving me. Well, at least I could get myself together.