By the time our food had gotten there and Maurice had paid for it, my body was starting to feel better. "How do you do it every day?" I asked grabbing the bin of chow main.

Maurice just looked up from is food. "Just use to it I guess. It gets easier the longer you do it." He took a bite of fried rice. "You know, practice makes perfect, and shit like that." He muffled, mouth full as he talked.

I decided to not say anything about it and continue eating my food. Maurice and I engaged in ideal chit-chat about our jobs and new movies that were coming out. When the conversation was steered towards sports, I zoned out a bit. Roger had filled him in on different sports and Maurice was showing off his new knowledge.

"So how's work been?" I asked after he finished.

Maurice scratched his chin. "It's been pretty good. We'll need to find someone to replace Veronica soon, since she's about six months in to her pregnancy." He said picking at some beef. "They're only going to be temporary for now, until we know if she coming back afterwards or not." Maurice dangled the meat over his mouth, before dropping it in. "I hope she doesn't come back. She's a royal bitch, and this is before she got pregnant." He said chewing the meat.

I laughed shoving a mouthful of my food in my mouth. "I'm lucky. I get to work with people I like."

"Yeah, but you have a sucky one other than that." Maurice flipped me off, grin taking over his face. "I get a cool job and only have to deal with a bitch every other day." He said triumphantly.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Whatever. I bet if we had enough people come in, I could pay rent in one week with my tip money."

Maurice seemed intrigued by this. "Really? Why am I paying half the rent than?" He asked sarcastically.

"Because I'm not the only person living here now am I." I said my food on the table. "Plus I pay for most of the grocery bills and, with you, that's like rent anyways."

He started laughing as he got up and took his stuff to the trash. "See, Jackie!" He said when he came back. "This is why I'm glad you're my room-mate. Despite what Robert and Bill say, you do have a sence of humor, you don't intrude on what I do, and when you're not being pissy you're okay to talk to." Maurice stated as he cleaned up the left-overs.

I raised an eyebrow at this. "What do you mean pissy? And Bill and Robert think I don't have a sence of humor?!" I started to become erked at what my 'friends' were saying about me.

"Don't get your knickers in a knot!" Maurice yelled from the kitchen. "They were just joking. Besides, they say worse shit about Roger." That comment kind of amused me.

"Like what?" I asked, still sounding pissed off.

"Just that he's an angry emo who is probably creeping on Simon and that's the reason Roger's letting him stay there." Maurice seemed irritated by that. "Which isn't true and I've told them, like, a hundred times. He's not creeping on Simon. Just because he's a Sadist does NOT mean he cuts HIMSELF. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's the complete opposite." He finished ranting when he walked out of the kitchen.

"Sorry I asked." I said going to dig in my jacket for my phone. "So if you don't mind me asking, What exactly is going on between you two?" I asked returning to the couch, phone in hand.

He held up a finger, motioning me he'd be right back. About, a minute later he returned from his room with his laptop. Sitting next to me, Maurice opened his computer and logged on. "It's kind of complicated." He said as his eyes scanned the screen.

"Complicated like how?" I asked, trying to get more information.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, never looking up from the computer. "I don't know. He's been distant again lately and he won't talk to me about what happened." Maurice pulled up a text document and started typing away angrily on the keyboard. "He's been so frustrating lately, by acting like there's nothing between us." He looked like he was on the verge of tears, which was extremely odd for Maurice.

I looked over his shoulder to see him on his e-mail account. "Come on. Roger's just naturally a dick like that." I reassured him. "He's not good at expressing himself and he bottles up his emotions. Don't take it personally." I rested my head on his shoulder.

Maurice leaned his head on mine as he sent his e-mail. "I guess you're right." He said pulling up his classes. "But could you do me a favor and talk to him about this." I lifted me head, about to object before he cut me off. "Please Jack! You've know him the longest and I know he trusts you! If you would do this it'll mean the world to me!" He begged me.

I straightened me posture and checked my texts. "Fine." I caved looking at the load of text messages I had. The crack in the screen of it was beginning to get on my nerves. I would have to fix that soon. There were about five texts from Roger wanting to know the next time I was free. Honestly, one would think that after working at a place for a year, with a predictable schedule, he would know this by now. Another message was from Simon asking me if I could just answer Roger's texts already. I shook my head and texted Roger back.

Maurice had put his laptop down and leaned on me, reading my texts. "Wow, Roger must really want to talk to you." He commented, sounding a bit hurt.

"He's just trying to help my with this whole Ralph thing." After I said that everything came back to me.

Sensing this, Maurice switched gears. "You have other texts right. Maybe Ralph tried to get a hold of you." He said trying to lighten the mood. "He probably is trying to get a hold of you and tell you how stupid he's been for not realizing that Andrew is a tool and you're his Price Charming." Maurice said jokingly. "You two will then ride off in to the sunset on a white steed."

I could not help but laugh. "Now you're just being ridiculous." I grinned going back to my messages. "I would want to steal your and Roger's happy ending though." He laughed at this a saw a three messages from Ralph.

'Hey, Daniel, Andrew and I R hanging out 2day, but I'll B free later." Was the first one. The next one said: 'R U ignoring me?' and the last one said: 'If UR made me then least tell me Y.'

I felt my gut wrench at his texts. I quickly texted back. 'I'm not mad U. I was work & then I went running w/ Maurice.' I send back biting my thumb nail. Hopefully, he would not be angry.

A/N: So lately, my cat feels I haven't been paying him enough attention and had gotten me up at crazy hours. He's also been jumps up on my computer while I'm writing or doing school work. That cat with be the death of me. -.-

HiatusWriterKitty: I miss your story updates. But it's totally fine. :) Thanks, and I' sure Jack feels the same way.

Jack; I'm making 'Death to Andrew!' T-shirts for my club.

Me; See. ^^

ImInRogersPants: *Awkward hugs back* Yay! XD RogerXMaurice is one of my favorite parings too. X) That's why I had to put in in here somewhere.

Terrordactyl: Wow! I'm extremely honored that someone would give up sleep just to read my story! :D Yes Maurice is working the sassy. XD The picture thing was going to be addressed later on when Jack slips up later on. :)