Yay! Soo, I promised a new chapter and here it is. Took a bit longer than I planned, but I've been very busy! I'm failing Geometry Applied and German 2! Ahhh noo! So parents are on my ass, only aloud on the computer on weekends and I try to make time for the RL friends and the RP friends on my myspace and Aim.. so yahh. Lol anyways, these next few chapters don't go with the summery, but they go with the tital! Lol. please R&R!
BTW, a little warning.. I Kinda sorta, possible, I don't know yet.. thinking about it, may be putting lemon in here. For those who don't know what it is, it's sex. Yahh, I'm not sure. It will not be crazy porn-like-fucking if I do! I promise, just a heads up though. :) More than likely I won't but, eh. who knows.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.. except undying love for RENT!!
Mimi's POV
"Ow, it's still a little stiff." I whined, Miss Robins held my elbow gingerly but bent it as far in as possible then straightened it, massaging the muscles a bit before doing it again. Ugh, annoying. A little bell went off like at a school. My phone alarm. "Time to go." I mummbled pulling my sore arm away.
"Already?" she asked sadly. I was her most quiet and more complying patient. Her others were big whiney babies, bitching over broken fingers and toes. Suck it up. Some even called her mean names. She was only doing her job so when she hurt me I just whined a little, but didn't get fussy with her personally. Myself actually.
"I'll see you next Sunday, Miss Robins." I told her as I packed my things.
"I told you before, Mimi. Call me Gloria." she smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back, she had this beautiful smile that was irresistable. She looked so honest, yet scared or sad. I guess that's what drew me towards not being a complete bitch to her. That and my medications.
Ssssoooo! Your probably wondering what the fuck is going on here right? Well, it's been about 2 months sence the fucking devil came to live in my body making all this bullshit happen. Me and Roger were still together, yay. Things between us were only slightly different, only noticeable by me him and Mark, whom we lived with. I didn't really like being alone in my loft, so we either stayed in his and Mark's or mine. But whenever we were on the verge of an argument, Roger would just be quiet or put all blame on himself. Making me feel guilty, then I'd get quiet. But hey, better than arguing and me getting hit by another speeding bitch, right? He always had on this pained look, his eyes clearly in the day he saw me.. ya' know.
But I was taking medication for anger now and depression. Did I believe I was depressed? No.. but they kept me calm and I felt like myself most of the time. But I hated how I was begining to notice the little things that upset me. Like, little bullshit 'why-the-fuck-is-that-petty-childish-crap'bothering you, type-a thing. I don't remember ever being so.. on edge. The medicine did not help witht he nightmares though..
Maureen was a dear! She had the lead role in a play, a two-year contract but a few people got fired for getting drunk and trying to perform for the producers and director and what not, one night. Douche bags.. So Maureen got me an audition! Swwweet! I couldn't wait! It would pay a lot, 200 a show, plus whatever the audience decided to throw on the stage. I'd be able to quit the Cat Scratch Club then. Yes I was still working there, and Roger was a little upset but not much. I made a deal with my boss so I was working the bar as bartender, and because of the marks now on my body I was kinda self conscious anyways, though I know what your thinking. It's just horny low life men anyway, why should I care? But I do.. because like Maureen I like to be still insisted I was beautiful as ever, sweetheart.
My bruises were gone and my ribs were pretty much healed. Didn't get surgery, we couldn't;t afford it. But I was going to therapy for my arm and they did a 'crunching' on my back and ribs, fixing crap. Painful, but felt good afterwords. Oh, Roger accidentally re-broke my arm the day after our make-up sex. We were goofing off in the kitchen, he lifted me over his shoulders and I pinched his ass, he dropped me.. loud crunch, I laugh then black out and yeah. Right in the elbow! Which is why bending it hurt like hell. My left arm. Every Sunday I was at Allied Services. The Red Cross as well as the women who caused all this hell were paying my expenses, yay me.
So I was just arriving home. They picked me up and dropped me off all the time in this white van that always smelled like McDonald's Fries and a doctors office. Lovely combo, eh? It was 8pm, I'd been gone sense 12 in the afternoon. I missed my baby.. I went to my loft first as I always did to shower and make myself something to eat before going up to Roger's but I was pleasantly surprised this time.
I unlocked my door and opened it, then slid open the big metal door to find Roger standing there waiting. A wonderful food smell hit my nose making my mouth water, but my attention was brought back to him in the same second. Roger had cooked dinner, holy shit! Pigs can fly!
Ha I am just kidding. He could cook. He just rarely did. And when he did, it was memorable. Delicious and the satiety afterwords from going a week of little meals here and there, it was almost as good as the orgasms he gave me. Oops, he-he. Sorry.
"Hey baby." he said softly, pride written all over hit cute face. He was glowing with pride.
"Hey honey." I hugged him, and as I pulled back he turned his head and kissed me for a few seconds. My heart was racing when we parted. "Well hello.." I giggled.
"Just glad to see you, my love." he pulled me by the waist into my loft. "I made us dinner." he said.
"I got that part, love. It smells delicious what the hell did you make and how did you get the money?" I asked.
"Food." he said. Such a smart ass. He smirked. "And CBGB's. I had a gig today, earned some cash and wanted to do something special for you." he kissed me one more. I smiled and returned it, walking with him after we pulled away into the kitchen. My jaw like, hit the fuckin' floor!
The kitchen was decorated beautifuly! Candle's all around the place. Soft music playing from somewhere, currently playing was Flightless Bird. (A/N: Twilight Soundtrack =D) A white table clothe, surprisingly clean without a mark on it covered the old wooden table in my kitchen. Two bigger skinnier candles on the table, rose peddles on the counter, around the table and plates and whatnot and even sprinkled around the table on the floor. The dinner was amazing too, looked absolutely delicious! My mouth watered. His fingers brushed under my chin closing my mouth.
"I'll take that as, you like it?" he asked.
"I love it, Roger." I whispered, still in shock. Roger was a romantic but in his own way. This was definitely not his way. This was way out of his element, but he smiled all the same. "I've got to be dreaming.." I whispered. His face fell a little. "N-no baby! I love it really.." I sighed and leaned back into his chest. "What's this all about?" My eyes went down my body. "I feel under dressed." I mumbled.
He chuckled, good mood still en-tact. "Just wanted a date with you." he leaned around me and kissed my temple. "And you look beautiful, as always." I blushed, and he gestured for me to take a seat jumping ahead of me to pull my seat out then pushing it in for me after I sat down. He sat in front of me, dressed casually for him. Light blue jeans, hole in the left knee, button down black shirt. Sleeves rolled up a little past his elbo's with a white shirt peaking out from underneath the top two undone buttons.
We began eating, completely enjoying eachothers company. Talking about how eachothers days went, the little trouble Roger went through for this dinner and whatnot. How my day at physical theropy went. We were finished eating about 15 minutes after starting. "So, you make dessert?" I asked with a brow raised. He smirked and shook his head.
"Your lucky you even got this Meems, I'm not that good." he smiled wide. I was good and full anyways for once. He pushed his plate aside gently and rested his elbow on the table, his chin on his palm. Just staring at me. Not creepily, but enough to make me blush.
"Um, would you like me to do the dishes?" she asked softly. Roger shook his head and sipped the last bit of his wine. "Are you okay?" I asked when he began staring at me again. Now it was getting weird.
"Perfect." he answered. "I have something for you."
"Ah, Roger you already did enough." I mummbled. He was being super sweet. I loved it, but felt odd. What the hell did he have up his sleeve?
"I'll be just a minute." he stood up pecking my lips and leaving the kitchen. I sighed in content, a smile on my lips. I took the moment to look around at everything. Candles, rose pedals. He was only getting me a gift yet my stomach was swarming with butterflies like I was plummeting down the Steel Of Force's roller coasters first drop! My heart pounding, the blood under my cheeks was boiling, the smile on my face unmoving. Happy, content, yet.. nervous. This gut feeling that made me react so oddly to him getting me a simple gift.
Roger returned handing me a small gift wrapped neatly in black wrapping paper with red and white and pink hearts all over it. "Open it." he whispered. I did as told, noticing he sat on the floor beside my chair, Indian style. It was a smallish blue box. Kay's Jewelers. When I opened it I was shocked to see a silver necklace and matching bracelet. Both looked so expensive. I gaped at them for a moment.
"They are absolutely beautiful, baby." I whispered lifting out the bracelet to examine it more closely. Definitely not fake. Wow. "Thanks." I said looking at him. He chuckled taking the bracelet from me then holding out his hand. I placed my hand in front of him and he hooked the beautiful peice of jewelry on for me. I grinned and he motioned for me to stand. Standing up he rose as well moving behind me after taking out the necklace. I moved my hair and he fastened the necklace onto me. The charm, a beautiful little silver heart with 'I love you' engraved into it nestled well into place.
"They look great on you." he said turning me so I was facing him. Seeing how red my face was he reached up and traced along my cheek and jawline with his two fingers. His touch sending like electrical shocks down my body. My arm felt stiff again, wanting to wrap my arms around him. I was frozen in place, in a trance like state as I stared into his eyes and he continued on to trace my lips and chin then down my neck until his fingers met the top of my shirt. I swallowed.
"I love you.." I whispered.
As if it wasn't enough that he had me bolted to the floor, he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. Very softly, like brushing them. But my eyes closed and I was broke from the trance of his eyes and taken over by his lips. My arms snaked around his neck, his around my waist as I pressed my lips more firmly to his.
Our lips moved perfectly, his arms pulling me closer. No space between us, our breathing picking up. Especialy mine that came out in almost gasps when he finally broke the kiss. Our foreheads pressed together, eyes still remained closed. My face felt as if it was on fire, noticably blushing besides my skin tone. "You really love me?" he suddenly asked, sounding.. nervous.
"Yes, of course." I whispered opening my eyes and meeting his beautiful green ones. "I'd die without you, Rog."
I could see this pleased him, but now he was the one blushing! Why? Haven't I told him that countless times before? Did they not count? Then he stepped away from me, his hand going into his pocket. "Rog? You okay?" I asked. He nodded and the corner of his mouth pulled up in a small smile. He dropped to one knee and I felt like my heart just came up my fucking throat!
"Rog?" I asked more frantically. He seemed pleased with my reaction.
"Mimi, Mimi, Mimi." he smiled a lovely smile. Geez, it'd been so long since I'd seen him this way. So lovey dovey, totally romantic, like corny yet still adorably romantic! "Ever since the first time I gazed into those beautiful brown eyes of yours, I was hooked. Hooked more than I ever was on heroin. Your eyes, so beautiful, your smile so.. intoxicating. Your voice, hypnotic." I bit my lower lip shifting my weight, holding my hands in front of me. Nervous myself. He was not about to do what I thought he was gonna do.
Why?! Why the hell would he? He couldn't. No way. Not after everything I put him through. All the horrible words I threw at him, all the heartbreak and drama. Going on and off drugs, flipping out over dumb shit and getting myself damn near killed by a car! He could NOT be doing this!
"Mimi, you are the only reason why I smile. The inspiration to all my songs." He'd written tons of other songs ever since writing 'Your Eyes' for me. "Without you, I'd see no purpose in living. Being HIV+, who could love a guy like me? Sick, with all the bags I have. Yet, you stayed with me. Through everything. And I've stayed with you through everything. Because I love you so dearly." he said. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears, even got a little scared that he could hear it. But he went on and I payed very close attention, my eyes never leaving his.
"Mimi, let me sum this up." he smiled nervously. His little speech was adorable, I didn't mind one bit. "I love you so much. And I promise to always love you. Forever. Till the day I die, and even in whatever the hell happens after that! I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Meems." he pulled out a small box and I gasped.
"Roger.." he reached up putting a finger to my lips. I got quiet and he opened the box. "Mariana Sandra Marquez, will you marry me?" he asked. Tears quickly formed in my eyes, sitting at the brim just waiting to fall. I tried blinking them back. But this was one of the best moments of my life, yet.. no words came from my mouth. Yes no, maybe? Something!
Say somthing, Mimi! Somthing! Open up.... now! Nothing. I just stared at the ring, Roger's face didn't change at all yet. He could see the shock and tears in my eyes.
Finaly my mouth shut and I slowly sat down, still looking down at the man I loved at my feet. Still on his knee, hand still out holding the beautiful ring that had to of cost a grand or more. Still no words came from my mouth, my teeth were clenched tight. Roger's face finaly fell as he felt what seemed to be rejection. I wasn't giving him a yes, nor a no. I was just silent.
"Meems? Baby?" he waved a hand in front of my face. He looked frightened. I swallowed and looked up into his beautiful eyes, trying to find reasoning in why I wasn't blurting out yes like I should of been. Grabbing him in my arms, kissing him deeply and onto celebration as Roger's fiance. Just tell him yes! Damn you, c'mon! I shut my eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. I sat up straight again and looked back into his eyes, a frown on my face and slowly one formed on his.
Silence. Nothing, nada. Zip. Just our breathing was heard and a song I wasn't familiar with, his eyes staring into mine. Silently demanding an answer from me. All I could do was stare back, my heart raced as I tried hard to reason with what I felt was right and what my heart felt was right. A battle between breaking his heart or breaking my own in telling him yes only to hurt him with more of my bullshit.
More silence. I was sure about 15 minutes have passed. Roger wanted an answer. But I couldn't answer. I wouldn't answer. Just let him stare at me as I stared at him.
"Mimi..?"
My eyes closed and I sighed.
Yay! Chapter update Finaly! Yes, cliff hanger. Sorry, lol. I just had to do it!
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P.S.--I'd just like to put out there, that my computer does NOT have spell check in our Word program, so yeah.. I do miss spell words from time to time. I type very fast. And hey! Any Adam Pascal fans?? He can't spell well either so, hah! :) I win. :P . I don't mind opinions but don't give reviews that are just critisizing. Please, I want to know about my story. But I just discovered that you can do spell check on here! Lol. So no more horribly spelt chapters from me. :)
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