Chapter Two:
"Will you marry me?"
The film maker was alone in the loft, and for once he was thankful for that. This gave him time to practice the one question that he's been dying to ask... "Will you marry me?" It just sounded so blah to him, and he didn't want it to be blah, he wanted it to be perfect. He tried one more time: "Will you marry me?"
Mark through his hands up with frustration. This was easier said then done. He stopped suddenly when he heard the familiar voices of Roger, Mimi, and Phoebe coming closer to the loft's door. The film maker dashed to his camer and started fiddling around with it, acting as casual as possible so no one would ask questions. When his roomies entered, he focused his camera on them.
"Zoom in on the prettiest ladies on Avenue A."
Mimi and Phoebe started to goof off infront of the camera. Then he turned to the rocker and added: "And the village idiot of Avenue A."
Roger flipped him off. Phoebe hit him playfully. "Stop being so mean Rog."
"It's because I care." he stated with a evil grin towards Mark.
"Oh yeah, I can feel the love." Mark said behind the camera.
"You'll feel it all right." replied Roger and went to lunge at the film maker.
"C'mon man, I have a camera and wear glasses!" Mark began to protest but that didn't help his cause.
"Mark that excuse is getting old." Roger told him. "It didn't work in grade school and it's not going to work now. Face it man, your ass is grass."
"Not if you can catch me first." challenged the film maker. Mark handed the camera over to Phoebe. "Guard this with your life." Then Mark started to run around the loft trying to get away from the rocker. Roger was close behind him.
Phoebe followed them about with the camera and couldn't help but laugh. Mimi started to announce the run like the races she saw on TV. "Mark is off to one Hell of a start. Roger is on his heels. Whoa! Cohen makes a smooth move around that coffee table. It looks like he could get away folks-"
CRASH!
Mark missed a small chair and he fell over it. Roger took his chance and jumped on him. "Or not." Mimi said. "That one has to hurt."
"Mark, are you okay?" Phoebe asked behind the camera.
"Oh yeah, just fine." he replied sarcastically. "I just tripped over this damn chair, and I got this ass hole on top of me."
Roger looked as though he was ready to through a punch. Mark readied himself and put his hands to block himself. He was taken off guard when Roger planted a big wet one on his lips. Phoebe's mouth dropped open. She zoomed in on the kiss. "What the Hell just happened?" Phoebe asked Mimi but the dancer was too busy dying on the floor from laughter.
Mark got pissed and through the rocker off of him and he landed on his ass. Roger joined Mimi in a fit of laughter. "When are you going to learn man?" Roger asked the film maker as Mark got to his feet and wiped the kiss away. "That really never gets old!"
"You so suck!" Mark retorted angerily as he went over to Phoebe. "Don't tell me you filmed that..."
"All of it." she answered between laughed. "And you wonder why people think you guys are invovled with each other."
"WE'RE NOT!"
Mimi got up. "No need to get defensive about it Marky."
"I'M NOT GETTING DEFENSIVE!" Mark shouted at her.
"Oh come on, we're just kidding around with ya." Roger told him as he got up.
Mark took back his camera. "Whatever. I'm going out."
Before anyone could apologize, the film maker was gone. "I think we really pissed him off." Phoebe said worriedly.
"He'll get over it." Roger assured her. "He always does."
"I hope so." said Phoebe.
The film makaer was all ready out of the apartment building. He smiled to himself. This little accident was perfect. Now, he could go out and pick up Phoebe's ring that he's been secretly saving for. She was going to be really surprised, along with his friends. Just a couple more days, and then that was it. He thought of how he was going to ask and he came up with the idea of popping the question infront of their friends. He wanted them to be the witness for once instead of him, espically the drama queen herself: Maureen. She would know how it felt to have someone rip your heart out and dance all over it... Bayback was major bitch.
TBC...
Author's Notes: (continued): This was pretty much a fun/goof off chapter and I wanted to have some sort of an excuse to use my favorite lines from Avenue Q and you know a little Mark/Roger slashy goodiness never hurt anybody! LOL!