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Warning: Mentions of sex, and foul language.

I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. Forgive me? I hope so. Read my other fics, lovelies. Thankyouuu.

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It's human curiosity to want to search every where and anywhere we can to find out where we had fallout and made a mistake. It's human wanting to feel that satisfaction that comes with doing what is needed to make the damage our mistake made, right again. Everyone needs that feeling after we've done something wrong.

After we've hurt someone, someone we truly care about, we can feel it in our gut. We feel it in our gut, heart, mind, and soul that the damage needs to be repaired. It needs to be set right immediately; we don't want to lose them. Losing the ones we love is like taking a chunk out of us. Like taking it out and never, ever being able to get back and be whole again.

I could feel my heart thumping hard in my chest. I swore that it was either going to burst in my ribcage, or out of it. Why did I have to say that to her? Why did I even bring my damn mouth into it?

There goes that curiosity again. Why can't my head shut up for once? Agh! Okay, all these fucking question are making my head hurt. I hate thinking this hard. It gives me a headache.

Oh, right. Let me fill you in. I'm Roger Davis. That's right, Roger "sex/rock god" Davis. And right now my girlfriend, the ever 'beautiful!', I yell to her through the door as she curses right back, Mimi Marquez, is sulking and cursing in Spanish in our bedroom.

I'm banging on the door every once and a while, almost able to feel the cuts and bruises from the unforgiving wood, forming on my hands and knuckles.

She just tells me she 'doesn't want to talk to me', to 'go away', and my personal favorite, 'go fuck yourself Roger Davis.'

Ahhh, yes. My sweet as sugar Mimi.

"Mimi! Come on, baby. Just tell me what was wrong with what I said! I don't know why you're so mad at me. I was just wondering!" I yell to her, my sentences punctuated by more banging on the bedroom door.

"You're such an inconsiderate bastard, Roger! You didn't even think about how I would feel about it! You just said it without thinking! God!" I could hear something being thrown across the room. Thank God my guitar was out with me.

I hit the door a few more times. "Please, Mimi. Just come out and talk to me. You know how stupid I am. Just give me a chance to explain myself!"

I can hear an angry huff from inside the room. "No Roger, there's no explaining what you said. It was pretty clear."

I sigh and rest my head on the door. "Mimi, I'm sorry. Please I just-"

She's frustrated. "No Roger! According to what you said, I'm not good enough. I'm not all that you want! You need something more! I mean, shit Rog. That's horrible for a girl to hear from the man she thought was in love with her!"

I give an aggravated kick to the door. "I love you, Mimi! I was just wondering! I didn't mean- I just- Ah, fuck! I'm not good at this."

"Move away from the door."

I oblige and she opens the door. Her eyes are bloodshot and puffy from crying. My chest tightens. I hate seeing her cry.

"Baby-" she puts her hand up to stop me. Again, I oblige.

Her voice is rough from screaming. At another time, it would've been a turn on. Now, I can feel a part of me ripping out. Like I'm losing her. I can't do this. I can't lose her, I love her too damn much. "Roger, I- listen. When you said that, I just….felt so empty. Like you didn't need me. Like I wasn't enough for you anymore." she sniffles and my heart wrenches tighter.

Is it bad that I find it adorable when she sniffles during a fight?

"….and I just wish-" I put a hand to her soft, perfect lips. Her big brown eyes watch me.

"Mimi, I'm so sorry. You're everything to me. You're my sun and moon. You're what's on my mind when I wake up, and when I go to sleep. After we hug or kiss, I hold onto your warmth for fear of losing it. Everything about you, I love. I couldn't stop loving you if I wanted to." I step closer to her and wipe away a stray tear, along with a lock of her hair. Her lips are tugging into a smile. My heart flutters. "Please, know I'm sorry. I love you. You know that, right?"

She nods.

I smile and pull her into my arms. I can feel her take in my scent and pull her body farther into my embrace. My heart warms so much that I think it's melting. I kiss the top of her head and then rest my chin on it.

Her voice is muffled in my chest, but I can hear it. She's laughing. "What is it?" I ask, beginning to chuckle myself. Her laugh is infectious.

She laughs harder and hits my chest. I feign hurt. She laughs at my playful expression. "What is it?" I ask again.

She calms down, her laughing only small giggles now. She looks right at me. "A threesome, Roger?" I shrug, and she laughs again.

Human curiousity.

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I hope you guys like it! I like it a lot. It was so much fun to write this chapter. Seriously. So, R&R, guys! Te Amo.