A/N: I wrote most of this in school. It's really friggin late right now so maybe it doesn't seem finished, but I set a goal for myself- one chapter a day. I have a problem finishing stories and I do want to actually finish this. I won't get lazy. Or I'll try not to.
Disclaimer: I don't own emotion, I Rent.
"Doctor Roger, will you check my breathing?" Mimi asked, giggling. Playing with Roger made her feel al giddy inside and she couldn't quite figure out why. All she knew was that he made her tummy feel all funny and made her giggle a lot.
Roger gave a nod and reached for the plastic stethoscope. As his small fingers curled around the toy, he felt his stomach give a very loud rumble. "Maureen!" he exclaimed, dropping the toy back into the bag. "Can we go eat? My tummy's growling." He announced. Yes, little Roger was hungry, but than again, he was hungry about 98 of the time, as were most little boys. Well, most with the exception of Mark, but he was just odd to begin with.
A frowning Mimi put a hand on her own stomach, pretending she had to figure out whether she too was hungry. But she knew she wasn't. She'd rather sit and play doctor with Roger al day. Unhappy that the boy's attention had drifted from her to food, she decided maybe it was better they eat. Then Roger could go back to playing with her. "I'm hungry too." Lie. Well, kind of. She could use a snack, but it wasn't exactly the end of the world if she didn't get one.
Apparently, however, that wasn't the case for Roger. "Come on, come on, I'm starving!" He exclaimed, once again expressing his hunger to the three others.
"We just had snack time, how can you be hungry?" Maureen asked, her hazel eyes widening. She, on the other hand would much rather keep playing school with Mark, who looked relieved to hear he may get to escape the confines of the desk again.
"Come on Maureen, we're all hungry. We can come back and play after we eat." Mark suggested, once again, extracting himself from the tiny desk and chair. The eight year old boy joined the other two and smiled sheepishly upon being thanked by the nine year old boy for helping them win the battle for lunch time.
Maureen scowled and rolled her eyes, joining her three friends. "Okay, okay fine. But after we're all playing house." She said reluctantly agreeing to satisfy her friends' growling stomachs. At least she would get her way with house. She knew Roger would do most anything for food, including play house.
Roger scowled. "What do I get to be this time, the dog?" He asked, moving toward the stairs for food
"You and Mimi would be the kids! But if you want to be the dog... We could cal you Chuckles and you'd be our puppy!" Maureen exclaimed excitedly, clapping slightly as she jumped.
The dirty blond boy scowled and made a face. "I am not being Chuckles the dog. That's stupid. Just like playing house." He replied as the group moved up the stairs together.
"What if Roger was the dad? I wouldn't mind." Mark offered, shuffling up the stairs with his friends. "And Mimi could be the mom. I mean, if he really doesn't want to be the kid..." he paused and smiled at his friend. "Or the dog."
Mimi giggled and looked over to Maureen. "That would be fun..."She replied, watching Maureen's expression."Oh come on, you'd be the daughter and I'm sure it would be just as much fun as being the mommy." The other girl's face brightened. As long as she was still the center of attention, she was happy.
Reaching for Roger's hand, Mimi grinned. "I guess we're married now." She said, stifling the giddiness in her stomach. She wasn't sure where any of this had come from, but it wasn't something she was going to go searching for an answer to.
Roger looked at her, mildly surprised for a moment, before smiling back. House wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't being bossed around by Maureen the whole time. "Yea I guess so." He replied, swinging their hands between them slightly as they ascended the stairs.
After the group arrived at the top of the stairs, the girl with the auburn hair called up to her mother. "MOMMY WE'RE HUNGRY!!!" She whined. Within a minute or two, her mother, Mrs. Johnson, arrived at the foot of the stairs looking mildly perplexed. But that was only expected from someone whose only child was the little drama queen.
"What do you kids want to eat?" Mrs. Johnson asked, leading the four children into the kitchen.
The group looked to each other and shrugged. "Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are okay." Maureen informed her mother of the general consensus of the group before instructing her friends to join her around the kitchen table; Maureen and Mark sat on one side across from Mimi and Roger. "Happy?" She asked as her mother set the sandwiches down in front of each child.
Roger grinned and took a huge bite of his lunch. "Mmph." He said, which really turned out to be a yes, though no one could really tell. "Yes." He repeated after swallowing his food, opening his mouth wide to take another bite equally as large as the last.
"Thank you Mrs. Johnson." Mimi said, taking a bite half the size of Roger's giant ones. "Now that we're married do you have to do what I say?" She asked between bites, giggling slightly at the way he ate.
The boy next to her gave a shrug. "Iohnumm." He responded, once again in the middle of a very large bite. "I don't know, what do you want me to do?" He asked once he forced down the remainder of that half of his sandwich. One half gone already. We got Speedy Gonzales here.
"Stop taking such big bites. You'll choke." Mimi replied smartly. That was what her mama always told her when she tried to eat like that. So, as the mama of this family, it was her official job to tell her 'family members' not to choke. She didn't think any of them would listen to her, but it was worth a try. At least Maureen should, she was the one who wanted to play house so bad in the first place.
Maureen, who had taken about three bites of her sandwich, very small bites at that, frowned and looked down at her plate before looking up at her friends. "Can we go now?" She asked, leaning back in her chair. She didn't need food when she was playing house.
Her mother looked back at the table and shook her head slightly. "Be patient, Maureen." She said, watching her daughter's three friends eating happily. "Why don't you have more of your sandwich?"
"I don't want more of my sandwich." Maureen said, sinking deeper into her chair, the frown growing on her face. So this is what happens when Maureen doesn't get her way. Hell ensues.