Ugh, Sorry I haven't updated in so long. This past week has been very busy. But here we are with chapter 13!! Yesh.

Disclaimer: N-o-t M-i-n-e-!

About a week later...

Mimi, Roger, and Mark were all sitting in the loft. This Wednesday had been a particularly boring one and there was absolutely nothing to do. Mark's ankle was doing much better. He could walk on it and stuff but he has to continue to wear the splint till the end of next week just incase he did something to it that would make it even worse than it already is. Mimi is almost five months pregnant. Her food cravings had began to strengthen and she was starting to get a lot of mood swings. Roger was still working on his song. He was desperate to finish it by this Friday so he and his band could play it at their gig that night.

Mimi sat on the couch, leaning on Roger's shoulder and eating a bag of sour cream and onion chips. Roger was writing away in his 'songwriting notebook', And Mark was sitting in the old chair still fixing the camera lens (Because apparently it fell off again when he fell down the stairs.).

"I'm bored." Mimi said with her mouth full of chips.

"Meems, don't talk with your mouth full." Roger said not looking up from his notebook.

Mimi swallowed. "Whatever, I'm still bored."

"I agree." Mark said. "But at least you don't have to wearing this damn thing on your foot." He said referring to his splint.

"Chill Marky, you're going to get it off next week, and then you'll be as good as new." Mimi said with a smile.

"Sure." He said while slumping in the chair.

"Hey Mark, what about that nurse?" Roger asked.

"What nurse?" Mark asked.

"The one that gave you her number, silly." Mimi said.

"Oh, Audrey?" Mark said.

"Yeah, her...Did you ever call her?" Roger asked.

"No..."

"Why not?" Mimi questioned.

"I don't know..." Mark shrugged.

"You should. She seemed nice...for that whooping 12 seconds I saw her." Mimi said eating another handful of chips.

"Yeah, man. You should really call her." Roger added.

"Fine." Mark agreed. "I'll call her if it would get you two off my back." Mark got up and walked (Well, sort of limped.) Over to the phone. He reached in his pocket and took out the little piece of paper. He looked over the number and began to dial. He placed the phone to his ear and it begun to ring.

"Hello?" A voice on the other line said.

"Audrey?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, That's me. May I ask who is calling?" Audrey asked.

"Hey, Um, This is Mark Cohen. You know, the guy who twisted his ankle when he fell down the stairs." Mark slapped himself for sounding stupid.

Audrey laughed. "Oh, Hey Mark! I'm really glad you called." She sounded happy.

Mark laughed too. "Yeah, I'm glad I called too."

"So, how is your ankle doing?" She asked.

"It's doing okay. I get the splint off next week." He said.

"Well, that's good. Maybe we should get together when you get it off." She suggested.

"Yes, definitely. Uhh, I get it off next Thursday...So how about next Friday? We could have dinner or something?" He asked.

"Next Friday sounds perfect! Anywhere in mind?"

"How about the Life Café?"

"Great. So it's a date?"

"Yes. It's a date." He said with a smile

"Super, Uh, I got to go get ready for work. I'll see you next Friday."

"Alright, I see you then. Bye."

"Bye!" Mark hung up the phone and looked over at his roommates. They each had huge smiles on their faces. "What?" Mark asked.

"Marky's got a date! Marky's got a date!" Mimi sang.

"I'll never hear the end of this one..."Mark said to no one. Mimi and Roger laughed.

"So, when is it again?" Roger asked.

"Next Friday." Mark replied.

"Marky's got a date next Friday! Marky's got a date next Friday!" Mimi sang again. Mark rolled his eyes and grabbed da handful of chips from the bag. "Those are my chips!" Mimi whined.

"Chill Meems." Mark said laughing and grabbing another handful of chips to piss her off.

"Roger! Tell Mark to stop eating my chips!" She said shaking Roger's arms.

"Mark, stop eating Mimi's chips." He said with all his focus on his notebook.

Mark took his previous spot on the chair. "Sorry Meems." He said.

"Ah, it's okay. I don't care...want some chips?" She offered the bag to Mark.

"Thanks." Mark grabbed the bag.

"Marky's got a date! Marky's got a date!" Mimi sang in a whisper.

Mark looked at Mimi. "I'll really never hear the end of this, will I?" He asked.

Mimi just gave him an innocent smile. "Nope." She said.

"Great." Mark said.

Marky's got a date! Marky's got a date! Haha. Yes. If you didn't notice already, I changed my summary from "MarkCamera" to "MarkOC" I felt bad for poor little Marky. He needs some lovin too, don't cha think? Review!!!!! ...pretty please?