Things just don't seem to be getting any better for Mark. Aside from getting high with Collins a few days ago, he hasn't had any sort of relief from the way he feels, and he still can't stop thinking about Roger. What makes things worse is that half of him doesn't want to stop thinking about him. While a big part of him wants to just forget everything completely, the other part of his mind likes the way he feels about Roger…this side seems to be completely oblivious to the fact that Roger currently has a girlfriend.

Mark is just contemplating how fucked up his situation is when he hears a knock on the door. He raises an eyebrow, wondering who it could possibly be…who would knock on the door and who would be up here who he didn't need to throw the key down to? He gets up slowly from the couch and over to the door. What he finds when he opens up the door is the one person who can possibly make him feel any worse. Mimi.

He begins to feel so much worse when he sees Mimi standing there, because it reminds him that this is Roger's girlfriend, and a big part of him wants to steal him from her. She has never done anything wrong by him, she doesn't deserve this. He lets out a sigh before trying to pull a smile. "Hey Mimi." He says, leaning on the door. "Roger isn't here right now."

"I know." Mimi says, and Mark can tell she's doing her best to pull on a smile as well. Oh no, he thinks, what could be wrong. He just hopes that it doesn't have anything to do with him. "I wanted to talk to you…we don't really talk that much anymore."

"Yeah…you know, things get busy." Mark replies with a slightly awkward chuckle.

"Yeah…" She says, bravely trying to keep up the smile. It almost looks real too.

They stand there for a few moments, neither of them knowing exactly what to say. Mark looks at the ground, letting out another small sigh while Mimi just looks at him, wondering who will break the silence first. Mark looks back up at her opening his mouth without any idea of what he's going to say, just hoping that by the time the words come out they will be something more coherent than his thoughts.

"Um…come on in…sit down." Mark mutters, rather surprised that what he ended up saying made sense in context. Once again, he tries to pull a smile as he steps aside to let Mimi in, walking over to the couch with her.

"So." Mimi says softly, glancing at him as he sits down. "How are things with you?"

"Not too bad I guess." Mark says with a shrug, knowing damn well he can't come out and say what's bothering him. "How are you?"

"Good." Mimi says softly, but something in her voice suggests otherwise.

Before Mark can stop himself, he finds himself talking. "How are you and Roger?" He says, trying not to sound too over eager for information on the topic.

Mimi looks at him once more, this time her eyes meet his. She takes her time before answering the question, as if weighing it in her mind, wondering just what she should say to him and what she shouldn't say. After a tense silence she speaks again. "We're doing good…how are you and Roger?"

There are times in Mark's life where something will happen and he will get this sinking feeling in his stomach, as if everything had completely left him except for shame or guilt. This is one of those times. "We're…you know, we're good." He says, trying not to sound as awkward as he feels.

"Apparently." Mimi says with a small chuckle that was meant to sound funny, as if it were all a joke, but it came out sounding more pained than anything else.

"What do you mean?" Mark asks softly, the feeling in his stomach even more pronounced than before.

"Well, he told me all about the last time you two went at it." Mimi says softly, now seemingly unable to meet Mark's eyes. "Actually he's mentioned it a lot. He was saying how nuts you went. Never would have expected it of you Mark." She says, once again trying to laugh, making it seem more like a joke.

"Yeah…who knew…" Mark says, extremely awkwardly.

Mimi lets out another small chuckle, once again falls into silence. She has this look on her face, as if she's preparing herself to say something that she knows she needs to say but she doesn't want to, or doesn't quite know how. "Mark…" She says finally, looking up at him, her eyes once again meeting hers. Mark can't remember ever seeing anyone look at him like that.

"Y-yeah…."

"Roger…Roger's my boyfriend…" Mimi says quietly. "You know…and I'm not saying that this should…change the way things are between you and him, because it's…it's ok but…just remember that."

Mark let's out a small sigh, as if he needed to be reminded of that. He takes off his glasses, rubbing his palms to his eyes, trying to bide himself some time before he speaks. Before she came, he didn't think he could feel any worse, but now all he wants to do is curl up into the fetal position and cry for a few days.

"Yeah…I know. Don't worry about it, if anyone knows that it's me." Mark says. She has no idea how true that statement is.

Mimi smiles again, this one a bit more genuine, he can tell that she's been keeping this pent up for a while now. How long has she had these feelings? Was is just recently, right after his last stint with Roger, or has she been worried even before?

In any case, she seems to be feeling better. She leans over and pulls him into a hug and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you Mark." She says softly. "I love you…you're the only person I would ever do this for, you know that right?"

"Yeah, I know." Mark says, feeling the emptiness in his stomach turn into a small pain that keeps on growing and growing.

"I gotta get going now…I'll see you later." Mimi says, standing back up and walking back out, a bit more of a spring to her step than before. Hell, at least she feels better because he sure as shit doesn't….

Except…one thing she mentioned is sticking with him and, now that she's gone, he can think more on it, wondering what it could mean.

She had said that Roger has been mentioning what they did a lot. This knowledge begins to grow in his mind and make him feel elated. Roger has been thinking about him, maybe even as much as Mark thinks about Roger…ok, probably not that much, but it helps to know that he is on Roger's mind.

But, of course, Mark can't have a moment of peace and happiness. As soon as this thought occurs to him, he begins to feel like shit once more because he knows that he shouldn't be happy about this.

He flops back onto the couch, feeling so confused he could pass out. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…"

Mark needs something to keep his mind off of himself. He spends most of the morning trying to think of where he can go. His mind is so full of what happened between him and Mimi the previous night, he can't keep focused on anything long enough to decide on it.

After a few hours of beating his brain he remembers something that he said he would do. He promised Maureen the week previous that he would stop by to visit her. Jesus, that one week seems like forever. So much has happened…so much yet so little.

He is sure that he wont be able to really talk to her about what's going on with him, but that's just fine. Right now what he really needs is advice, but he'll settle for letting Maureen bitch to him while his mind shuts off for a little while. He can use a little bit of that.

Mark walks in after someone else with a key, walking down the hall then up the stairs to Maureen's floor, walking down the hall to her door. With each step he can feel himself battling with the guilt and the sadness and just all of the other shit in his life. He then knocks on the door, leaning against the door way for her to come to the door.

"Oh Mark, hi." Says a voice that isn't Maureen's. Mark opens his eyes to see Bebe. A small grin spreads across his lips.

"Hey, long time no see." Mark says, he and her had been on better terms since they had talked things over and he's glad he can have her as a friend again.

"Yeah, I missed you." She says, getting on her tip toes, pulling him into a tight hug and kissing his cheek. As Mark leans back up, he can feel his face slightly hot from where she kissed him. As infatuated as he is with Roger, he can't deny that he still has feelings for Bebe. A small part of him wishes they could have been together. "How have you been?"

"Alright…" Mark says without any real conviction in his voice.

"Are you sure?" Bebe asks, raising an eyebrow as she hears his tone. She knows Mark well enough by now to tell when he was lying, and he isn't really putting up a very good front this time around.

"Actually." Mark says, figuring there really isn't any point in lying to her anymore, she can tell. "No, I feel like shit." He mutters.

"You too?" Bebe says sympathetically. "I'm feeling like shit too. Lousy damn week…lousy few weeks really."

Something clicks in Mark's mind as he thinks back to his conversation with Maureen. She had said that her and Bebe were having issues and whatnot. He walks into the apartment as Bebe steps aside. "Relationship issues?" He asks softly, walking over and sitting on the couch.

She walks over to the couch and plops down on the arm rest, turning to face Mark. "Yeah…just so much shit." She mutters, resting her chin in her palms, blowing her bangs away from her face. "I mean, I love her. I love being with her, she's amazing." She says, not noticing the stony look on Mark's face when she says that. "But…everything is a drama. No matter what everything is some sort of big scene…and she wont stop flirting. She flirts with everyone."

"Sounds like Maureen…" Mark mutters dryly. He can still remember how rocky their relationship had been. When they were happy, things were amazing, but those moments were few and far between…of course, that didn't stop him from obsessing over for a few years after they broke up. He figures he must be a glutton for punishment.

"But…what does that say about how she feels about me?" Bebe asks softly, a bit of self consciousness showing through. "I mean, is she not happy with me?"

"No, she's happy with you. Trust me, if she was unhappy with you, you'd know. She's not the one who will go out of her way to spare someone's feelings." He says softly, a little bit of bite in his voice as he says this. "It's just Maureen being Maureen."

Bebe manages to smile a little bit. "Thanks Marky." She says softly. "You really are too good to me, helping me like this. You know I really am sorry about what happened…" She says softly. "I never meant to hurt you."

"Water under the bridge…" Mark mutters dryly. His expression turns slowly into a grin, however, when a thought comes to his mind. "It's cool though. I have mental images of you and Maureen to tide me over."

"Creep." She says with a laugh, swatting playfully at his shoulder. "Besides, you don't need to think about us. You have Roger don't you?" He says, teasing him a little.

Mark looks down as she says that, letting out a small exhale as she pops the little bubble of happiness he had going for a few seconds. "Yeah…yeah I do…" He mutters softly, not able to look up at her.

Bebe frowns at this, she hadn't expected him to react like that. She thought it would get a rise out of him, that he would laugh and joke back with her. "Mark, what's wrong?" She asks, placing a finger beneath his chin and lifting his head gently to face her. "Is that what's getting you down? Is there something up with you and Roger?"

Mark tries not to meet her eyes, not really sure how much he wants to tell her right now. As much as he wanted to talk to someone, it's hard to get the words out now. It's almost as if he admits it out loud it will make everything real. "Yeah…kind of. It's complicated."

"Well, you know I'm here for you if you need me." Bebe says softly, her tone of voice making it impossible to not talk to her. Everything that initially drew Mark to Beatrice starts flooding back to him. She is always so willing to help, and eager to listen.

"Alright…but you have to promise me that you wont tell anyone about this…especially Roger and Mimi."

Bebe gives a small nod, and Mark begins to go into everything that has been going on lately with him. Once he starts talking, it is almost impossible for him to stop, talking about all the emotions he's been feeling since he realized how he feels for Roger. Bebe leans forward as Mark continues to talk, nodding slowly every once in a while, her face curving into a sympathetic frown.

Mark looks down, slightly ashamed, as he goes into the conversation he had with Mimi the previous night. He lets out a sigh, removing his glasses and rubbing his palms against his eyes, feeling a strange mixture of emotions. He feels slightly better now that he's said all of this, getting it out in the open. He still feels guilty, but at least it isn't all bottled up anymore.

"And I've been trying to talk to someone for weeks now…but everyone's either high, haves their own agenda or are involved." Mark mutters, putting his glasses back on, looking back up at her.

"God…you just can't catch a break can you…" Bebe says sadly, a hand reaching down to cup his cheek gently. Mark leans against her hand, his eyes falling closed, a small tear dropping from his eye. "Oh Mark…" She whispers softly, feeling so horrible for him right now. He's gone through so much, and all she can think about is how she's contributed to his hurt over the years. It's something that she can't take back, as much as she wishes she could. She wishes she could have realized how he felt sooner, or mentioned that she was a lesbian. Something, anything to keep from hurting.

She places a hand on his other cheek, turning his face up to her once more. She then leans down and presses her lips gently against his, her eyes fluttering closed. She holds the kiss there for a few seconds before pulling away. "Everything will turn out ok…it has to…" She says, taking a few seconds before she opens her eyes again.

Mark is completely shocked as he looks up at her. She has never kissed him like that before, and he never thought she would. That felt good…really good. All this does is frustrate him more. Why the hell does everyone he falls for have to either be a lesbian or taken, or otherwise unobtainable?

It's around this point when he realizes that he needs to make some more friends who are single.

"I need drinks…" Mark mutters softly, his face still red as a tomato from the kiss. "I need a lot of drinks."

"Yeah, me too." Bebe mutters, letting out a sigh before hopping down from the arm rest and going into the kitchen. "This has been the week from hell…two weeks from hell."

"You have no idea." Mark says, jumping up to join her in the kitchen.

Mark moves to the refrigerator, opening it up and emptying it of all the beer, thinking he's going to need at least this much himself before he feels any better. While he does this, Bebe makes her was to the cabinet, grabbing a few bottles of a lot harder stuff than beer. They are all unopened. Neither Maureen nor Bebe are big drinkers, but they were saving it for a rainy day. Well today is a damn hurricane.

They walk back to the couch, arms full of what they hope will help kill their troubles, at least for the time being. Mark cracks open a beer, while Bebe opens up a bottle of rum and pours a glass. "You know what…" Mark says, looking at her glass. "Let me take that one, you can have this." He says, taking the glass of rum and handing her the beer. He's in the mood for something a lot harder than beer, and while he doesn't hold his alcohol that well he still holds it better than Bebe.

"Cheers." She mutters, holding the beer up to him before drinking.

They sit there for about an hour or so, just drinking, the small talk they make getting increasingly less coherent as they go. By the time they are mostly done with everything they have made themselves comfortable, Mark sitting while Bebe lays down with her head in Mark's lap.

"You know Marky-poo." Bebe says, her words slightly slurred. "I don't understand why you don't have a girlfriend…or a boyfriend, whatever." She mutters, reaching up and pinching his cheek. "You're such a nice guy."

"Stop it." Mark says, his voice slightly whiny. "My mom used to do that, cut it out." He says, swatting gently at her hand. "And I don't have a girlfriend because any girl I like is either a lesbian or turns into one soon after meeting me." He mutters, his hand resting on her forehead, then running slowly through her hair.

Bebe pouts up at him. "Don't be like that Mark." She says, her eyes closing as his fingers move through her hair. "If I wasn't a lesbian, I would have been all yours, seriously. But…you know, I like girls." She says with a small shrug.

A thought comes to his mind, it's something he shouldn't be thinking, and probably wouldn't be thinking if he wasn't drunk. "Have you…ever been with a guy before?" He asks softly.

"Yeah…once back in high school." Bebe says softly, straining her mind to think back to that point in her life. "But he was an asshole. His name was…Ryan…or Brian…or Steve or something like that. But yeah, we were together for a little while, didn't do anything, then broke up because he was a dick." She says, scratching her chin a little. "Then a week later I made out with a girl at a party and it's been girls ever since."

Mark raises an eyebrow, the wheels in his alcohol fogged head working a little bit. "So…you never know. It be that you didn't like that guy, not all guys. Right?"

Bebe considers this for a few seconds. "I…don't know Mark…" She says. She hadn't really thought about it like that before, but now that he mentions it…she has always felt very strongly for Mark, stronger than she's felt for any other guy, but she always thought that it was just because they are so close. Could it be something more than that? She sits up, turning to face him.

"At least admit that there is a possibility?" Mark asks softly.

Bebe still isn't sure what to think about this. She leans her head in and rests her forehead, her hand resting on his cheek, caressing it gently. Her mind is so foggy from all of the alcohol, the only thought running through her mind is that Mark might have a point. "Mark…" She whispers softly, her other hand reaching up to his other cheek. With her head spinning, and the way alcohol always makes her kind of horny.

One kiss couldn't hurt. Just one kiss.

Bebe leans her head in, pressing her lips against his, then pulling away slowly.

A second time her lips meet his. His lips part slightly, his tongue sliding across her lips. She opens her mouth, letting his tongue in, sucking on it gently. Then they pull away, looking at each other.

Their lips meet for a third time, this time a bit harder. Marks arms wrap around Bebe, pulling her close, sighing happily into the kiss. Bebe's hands moves his chest, down his body then back up and resting on his shoulders. They begin to kiss each other a bit harder, more passionately, then Bebe lays back on the couch, pulling Mark on top of him.

They continue to kiss passionately, and slightly sloppily, small moans issuing from their lips as they grope and grab at each other, hands roaming freely over one another. Mark then, grabs her shirt and pulls it over her head, tossing it across the room, then she does the same to him, her hands moving across his bare chest as he crushes his lips against her once more. Goose bumps pop up all over Mark's body as her hands move across his bare skin, he can't even say how long he's wanted this.

The sounds of groaning and panting fill the room as they kiss almost desperately, both of them needing something that the other can give them. The rest of their clothes begin to fly off, first Marks jeans, then Bebe's sweat pants.

When they are both in just their underwear, Mark pulls back, just looking down at Bebe. Her hands once again move up his stomach, then back down, finger nails tracing down his skin. Mark lets out a shiver before leaning down and kissing her once again, her hand resting on the back of his neck pulling his mouth harder against him.

Bebe has never done anything like this with a guy before, and she's drunker than she has been in a while, all she wants is more. Her hand moves between his legs, grabbing him gently, grinning as she hears him groaning softly. Her mouth moves up to his ear, biting gently on the ear lobe. "You got protection?"

At that Mark curses softly under his breath. "Fuck, I don't think so." He mutters, frustrated.

Bebe pouts up at him. "Check?" She asks, her hand moving over him through his boxers.

"It's hard to do much of anything with you doing that…" Mark mutters through a small moan, though it does make him want to check to see if he has anything. He grabs his jeans, taking out his wallet, opening it and turning it over. A condom falls out.

Mark is confused at this, he never carries condoms with him, never expecting to get laid. Then he lets out a laugh as he remembers why its there. "Jesus…this is still here from when Roger gave me condoms last year." He says, shaking his head, tearing open the packet, pulling out the latex.

Bebe lets out a small laugh as well as she moves out of her panties. "I can see Roger doing that…" She says, laying back against the couch, her legs spreading a little bit. Her body practically aching for him right now. As soon as he gets the condom on, she pulls him gently onto her. His eyes meet hers, holding the gaze for a few seconds, then she nods slowly.

Mark nods as well, pushing slowly into her, his mouth falling open as she tightens around him. It's been so long since he's had sex with a girl before, it's almost overwhelming to him, his breathing hitches slightly.

Bebe's head falls back as he enters into her, her hands gripping at his shoulders. She hadn't thought that it would feel this good, she pushes her hips up against him, forcing him in a bit deeper. "Mark…harder…" She moans into his ear.

Mark begins to pick up the pace a little bit, moving a bit faster into her. Both of them begin to breath faster and faster until soon they are panting in rhythm with his movements, Bebe pushing her body up against his, her slender legs wrapping around his waist.

"Oh god…oh god…" Bebe moans out, clutching onto Mark.

They keep moving faster and faster, his thrusting becoming more wild and less rhythmic, panting harshly as they get closer and closer to climax. Mark's body moves faster into her, his head lowering to her mouth and kissing her desperately, groaning loudly against her lips.

Then it happens, Bebe's head tilts back, letting out a loud cry as she cums hard around hip, her hips rising against his, wanting to ride out her orgasm and trying to bring him over the edge as well. After they both finish, Mark collapses onto her, their arms wrapped around each other, bodies practically entwined.

They lie together, their breathing slowing down until eventually the fall asleep in each other's arms.