Three weeks have passed and Chris decided to give this whole Maureen more than friends' thing a go. He usually didn't, but she did put out the first night they hung out. What guy in their right mind would say no to that? Exactly; none would. And he actually kind of did like her. So, he was going to ask her out, in a really cute way so she just couldn't say no. Well, hopefully she won't say no.

The other testosterone in Maureen's life, Roger, was second guessing this whole relationship thing. He hung out with them once, when the three of them went to a party together. Maureen and Chris were attached at the lips while he was sitting there, talking to other girls at the party. It was weird, though. Whenever he looked over at them, Chris's hand would be somewhere else on Maureen's body, studying each crease, scar and curve. Okay, the word weird didn't really cover that. It was awkward; especially since he WANTED Maureen the way Chris was touching her.

After that party, Roger mentally vowed never to hang out with them together. But, Roger rarely keeps his word.

"PLEASE?!" Maureen squealed, jumping around his basement as Roger put pants on and zipped them up. She stared at his abs, but quickly looked away. "Its just one night. Please?! Please?! PLEASE!?" She pouted and got down on both of her knees, putting her two hands together.

"No, Mau," Roger said and looked at her, but quickly looked away. He was not going to give in. There was no way. But, he looked over at her when she sniffled. "Oh, my Jimi Hendrix. Don't you dare start crying." He knew for a fact that she was far away from crying, but he was born to humor her. That was his purpose in life.

Maureen sniffled. "Too LAAAATE," she wailed and fell down on to the floor, giving Roger the best fake cry she could muster up. "You haaaaaaaate me!" She wailed again, smirking a little.

"Okay. Okay. Okay. OKAY! Stop! Just, stop! I'll go to the movies with you," Roger said and looked at her head which perked up with a huge smile. "You're fucking lucky that I love you," Roger stated and crouched down, getting into Maureen's face. If only she knew.

Maureen giggled and jumped into his arms, giving him a big hug, tackling him to the ground. "Thanks, best friend," she whispered.

Later that night, Chris came and picked Maureen and Roger up at Roger's house. When Maureen saw Chris, she immediately ran up to him and gave him a huge hug. He picked her up and spun her around. "You look so gorgeous tonight," he whispered in her ear, making her legs turn into mush. He pulled back and looked over the diva's shoulder, seeing Roger. "Hey, man. You comin'?"

Roger nodded unenthusiastically, his face indifferent. "Oh, of course!" He smirked but it lost his face when Maureen turned around, and gave him that look that said 'Shut up or else it's your balls' and he automatically sighed. "What are we seeing?" he questioned.

"The Fog," Maureen told him and saw Roger's eyes soften up. She smirked, remembering the last time her and Roger saw a scary movie in the theatres. They had to leave early, so Roger could get new pants. "I'll hold your hand if you're scared," she teased, giggling. But, she stopped right when she felt Chris's fingernails dig into her side. She pouted a little and looked at him, seeing his glare focused on Roger. No, Chris couldn't be jealous or anything like that, right?

Roger flipped Maureen off, shaking his head. "Nah, I'll be good." He glared right back at Chris, before getting into the car. Something told him the rest of the night was going to be torture. He looked out the car window, and saw Maureen and Chris sucking face, groping each other. He groaned and leaned forward in the car and honked the horn. "Whoops," he said and looked at Chris, giving him a vicious glare.

They made it to the movie, ten minutes late because Chris and Maureen decided to go into the photo booth and take cute couple pictures. You know, the first one is the regular smile. The second one is the 'grrrr' face. The third one is the funny face. Then the last one is when the couples kiss. As they did that, Roger stood outside the movie theater door, growing annoyed and jealous. He missed being Maureen's number one boy. He missed it a lot.

"That had to be the most stupid movie I've ever seen," Maureen announced with a mouth full of popcorn. "Like, IT WAS ACTUALLY FOG. I thought it was a metawhore."

Roger and Chris both laughed. "You mean, metaphor?" Chris said. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and kissed her cheek, while Roger tried so hard not to gag.

"Yeah, sure. Why not?" Maureen looked at him and giggled. But her eyes went right past his head, and to the arcade. "Oh, shit. BE RIGHT BACK!" she squealed, skipping over to the arcade and slipping a five into the machine, getting twenty quarters in exchange.

Chris just laughed and put his hands in his pocket, looking around. "So, Roger, how are you doing? We've never gotten the chance to talk," he said. The tone of his voice was cold, almost sarcastic. But, he made sure he had an inviting smile on his face, so Roger felt some what comfortable talking to him.

Roger looked over at Chris, shrugging. And, I want to keep it that way, he thought, smiling right back. "We haven't. So, we should. How are you treating my Maureen?" he asked, with a even bigger smile. He wanted Chris to realize that even if he tried, he couldn't steal Roger's spot in Maureen's life.

"YOU'RE Maureen? Well, last time I checked she's my girlfriend." Chris put his finger on his chin, tapping it a few times. "And last time I checked, she's always with me. Oh, and she's the one screaming MY name."

Roger looked at her. "I didn't need to know that… but what I mean is that I'm Maureen's best friend. You can't replace what we have. I know you want to. I can see it when you touch her and look at me." He mocked a gasp. "Oh, wait, is that because you're gay?! Is that it?! Oh, well, sorry to break it to ya, you're not my type," he said and smirked, looking back at Maureen, who was hitting the machine, and yelling something about how it's a douche bag.

Chris laughed, shaking his head. "Well, apparently, I'm Maureen's type and you're not. And it kills you, every time she talks about me." He could see Roger's hand clench up, and purse his lips. "Just face it, Roger. You're nothing to Maureen anymore; just someone to go to when she has exciting news about her new life. Sorry," he said, smirking. He heard Maureen scream something and looked over at her. "Well, I'm going to go help MY girlfriend."

Roger's serious face left and he laughed. "Well, apparently, you don't know much about YOUR girlfriend. Maureen hates help. She never needs it. She does things by herself." He grinned.

"Oh, really?" Chris turned to Maureen. "Hey, Mau baby. Need help?"

Maureen turned and nodded, really fast. "Yessss! I want this damn turtle stuffed animal!"

Chris looked back at Roger. "Like I said, you mean shit to her," he said and started to make his way towards Maureen.

Roger's heart fell and he could feel the tears sting the side of his eyes; which shocked him because he was never one to cry, at all. "Fuck this." He started for the entrance and got to the door when he heard, "Rog, where ya goin'?" It was Maureen. He turned around and sniffled. "Home. Have fun you two!"

Maureen pouted. "But, Rog…"

Chris shook his head. "Let him go," he whispered and waved at Roger. "Nice hanging with you, buddy!" He smiled, and let his hand run down Maureen's side, then to her lower back, then right to her ass, making sure Roger saw.

"Yeah. Right back atcha, asswipe!" Roger screamed and left, one tear actually making its way down his face. "Fucker."

Maureen looked over his shoulder at her boyfriend, knowing something was up. But, right when she was about to ask, Chris won the turtle, and every doubt and worry left Maureen's mind.